… beyond a joke now.

Is it four times now (counting today) that I have really been in agony for the entire session of dialysis?

If it carries on being like this I’m going to have to abandon the sessions because I can’t put up with it any more. You’ve no idea the amount of pain that I’m suffering when they stick these hollow pins into my skin in an attempt to find the tube that they installed in my arm.

Call me “chicken” if you like, but I just can’t keep on doing it.

Meanwhile, back at the ran … err … apartment last night I had another loiter around before going to bed, hence it was another night that was much later than it ought to have been. But as I have said before … "and on many occasions too" – ed … just recently it no longer matters.

Once in bed though I was asleep quite quickly and there were no thunderstorms or phantom people coming into my room to awaken me, However, read on.

When the alarm finally did go off for real I was in discussion with a friend in Gatineau, Canada. He’d sent a long list of questions to me so I sent him a long lengthy reply. He wrote back to say “thank you, Eric. Thank you for appreciating the fact that I’m not dead yet”.

He’s the kind-of guy, the gung-ho full-on adventurer type whom I met in the High Arctic, that will take a lot more than anything that this World could ever throw at him to finish off.

In the bathroom I gave myself a good wash and then washed the clothes – undies, socks, t-shirt and shorts. It’s quite a collection that needs washing by hand on a Saturday.

Back in here I had a listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night, apart from to Gatineau of course. We were going down to meet the sisters of a couple of friends of mine – people whom I knew from work. On the way there one of the guys with me here noticed and said that “here, there’s a hundred years spread out between the work of our colleague and the work of her family. If it’s going to be shortened in any way it will be by virtue of her family and not by virtue of her friend”. Rather astonished, I asked “are you thinking that I’m trying to get rid of her friend, murder her or something like that?”. After a minute’s thought he said “well, maybe that, but supposing you had to investigate her – how would you go about it? Would you do it, for a start?”. I replied “I’ll remind you that we aren’t allowed to investigate our own colleagues. You have to tell Head Office and they’ll appoint someone else to do it from somewhere else. So the answer would be that I’d tell you to clear off”. We carried on walking towards this dance and arrived there just as it finished. There were two kids there giving demonstrations of some kind of art with their hands. There was some other kid doing something too. I thought “when everyone comes back from lunch we’ll see how good they are and see about joining them up with the festival from New Brunswick and see how they get along with that …fell asleep here …

That’s the kind of dream that completely bewilders me because there’s something of everything in it and nothing actually means anything at all. Being in work, going to New Brunswick, all of that together is confusing. It’s not surprise that I fell asleep in the middle of it.

I dreamed that I was awake and I’d been through the whole process of getting ready and everything for morning. It wasn’t until the usual time that the nurse came. She thanked me for being ready for her but told me that I need to concentrate more on doing up my shoes and a few other things like that so that I could get the most out of it. She noticed that there was a piece of something in my shopping bag and she told me that leaving it like that was a danger …fell asleep here …

This was a strange dream too. Falling asleep yet again, but being up and about in my dreams is exciting too. I wish that it would be that easy in the morning to be up and about like that.

That’s twice that I’ve dreamed that the alarm has gone off and I’ve left the bed ready for the day. The second time I was actually up, washed and dressed in me dream, not in real life though but that was how I was feeling. It certainly felt real enough for me, but once back in the bed I didn’t take much going to sleep at all which was a weird situation in which to be

So here I am, up and about again in a dream, and it’s impressive that I could remember in a dream what was going on in my subconscious previously when I talked about being up and about. I reckon that my nocturnal memory is better than my memory when I’m awake and I need to work on that.

Isabelle the Nurse had a better drive today, with all of the snow and ice having disappeared. She updated me on the disappearance of the town’s War Memorial and we also both had a good moan about the new mayor and his delusions of grandeur

After she left I made breakfast and read some more of my book, TRAVELS THROUGH THE STATES OF NORTH AMERICA.

Our author, Isaac Weld, having waxed lyrical about the prison in Philadelphia, is not so enamoured of the people whom he meets on the street. He tells us that "there is a want of good manners which excites the furprize of almoft every foreigner … In the United States, however, the lower clafTes of people will return rude and impertinent anfwers to queftions couched in the molt civil terms, and will infult a perfon that bears the appearance of a gentleman, on purpofe to fhew how much they confider themfelves upon an equality with him. Civility cannot be purchafed from them on any terms"

As for the accommodation, he is even less complimentary. "The accommodations at the ,taverns, by which name they call all inns, &c. are very indifferent in Philadelphia, as indeed they are, with a very few exceptions, throughout the country. It is feldom that a private parlour or drawing room can be procured at any of the taverns,". Having enquired of the landlord at one tavern about accommodation, he says that the landlord "feemed much furprized that any enquiries fhould be made on fuch a fubjec1, and with much confequence told me, I need not give myfelf any trouble about the extent of his accommodations, as he had no lefs than eleven beds in one of his rooms"

So I see that the USA hasn’t changed all that much in modern times.

Back in here I had a few things to do, including the writing of a couple of long e-mails but I was interrupted by a text message. The new drawers for the freezer have arrived in Granville and will be delivered “shortly”. Just you watch them turn up after I’ve gone.

At midday I went into the dining room and began my preparations for this afternoon. I don’t want to be caught out like the other day. However, no worries there. My cleaner came round and fitted my patches.

However the postie did turn up with this enormous box with my new drawers in it. That will be a nice job for tomorrow afternoon, dealing with all of that, de-icing the freezer and so on.

The taxi driver ‘phoned to give me five minutes notice of her arrival which was nice of her, so I made my way downstairs with the aid of my cleaner and as we arrived at the bottom, the taxi pulled up.

We stopped to pick up one more passenger and then headed off to Avranches. There’s still plenty of snow in the outlying areas. It’s not all melted yet although the roads are clear.

At Avranches I was the last to be seen and once more, the fitting of one of the pins was painful in the extreme. In the end they fitted the adapter to the pin that seemed to work so that the “in” and “out” would go through the one, but it was still agonising and neither I nor the nurses understand why.

While I was waiting I dozed off for just a minute, and had the sensation, or dream, that someone was plugging something into a plank of wood and the wood was smoking where the plug was going in.

There was a doctor on duty in the Clinic this afternoon. She saw all of the other patients and had a cheery word for every one, but she kept her distance from me. I don’t know what I’ve done to the people down there but I am definitely not Flavour of the Month with them for some reason.

Unplugging me was only marginally less painful and I was glad to leave and climb into the taxi. We had to wait for the second patient and once he was on board we could head off for Granville

There was a howling gale blowing back here and my brave cleaner was waiting for me, which I appreciated very much.

She took me on a guided tour of the new electricity cupboard, made sure that I knew where my master fuse switch was for both this apartment and my new one, and then watched as I climbed all twenty-five steps up to my front door.

Tea tonight was a breaded quorn fillet with baked potato and vegan salad followed by chocolate cake and strawberry dessert

So now I’ll dictate my radio notes to edit tomorrow and then go off to bed. It won’t be early in bed but at least there’s a lie-in until 08:00.

But talking about Isaac Weld and his accommodation issues … "well, one of us is" – ed …, on returning from his trip, he told his editor that "I stayed in this tavern in Philadelphia. It was horrible, and was appropriately called ‘The Fiddle’"
"Why was that?" asked the editor
"Because it certainly and unquestionably was a vile inn"