… improved somewhat today at dialysis, although you might not have thought so. After all, any day at dialysis is a bad day from my point of view, and I would give all that I had … "and more besides" – ed … in order not to have to go there at all.
But that is, of course, another story. Today’s story really begins last night when, after the football had finished, I sat down to begin to write up my notes. And in a mad fit of enthusiasm … "God knows where that came from" – ed … I managed to completely finish them.
Once they were done, I had the backup and the stats, etc., to do, and by the time that I’d finished everything, on coming out of the bathroom, I heard the electric water heater switch on, so it must have been 01:00 at that moment.
Once in bed, I was asleep fairly quickly, but once again, it wasn’t for long, and although I drifted in and out of sleep, I was awake when the alarm went off at 06:29.
As usual, it took me a good while to raise myself from sitting on the edge of the bed and wander off to unlock the door for the nurse when he comes. And then I wandered off into the bathroom to clean and tidy myself up and even have a shave in case I meet Emilie the Cute Consultant this afternoon at dialysis.
Back in here, I had a few things to do, but I was interrupted by the nurse, who arrived early this morning. We had a very interesting chat about blood pressure while he was sorting out my feet and legs. He still has no idea why I have had such a low blood pressure for all these years, and why it has suddenly soared at dialysis.
After he left, I made breakfast, and while I was eating, I was reading some more of THE REPORT OF THE WOOLHOPE NATURALISTS CLUB 1867.
The club is actually based in Hereford, but they called themselves the “Woolhope” Naturalists Club after an area close by the city where the limestone, dating from the Silurian period, then quarried for making lime, was revealing a whole host of fossils, many seen for the first ever time in the UK and even in the World. Today, they have gone back there for further investigations.
While they were at it, "availing themselves of the kind permission given by Lady Emily Foley, all the members and their friends, numbering nearly forty, passed through the park and gardens of Stoke Edith" where they chatted to the gardener who "did solve one difficulty for us. He accounted for the presence of the Anchusa sempervirens, the alkanet, which was found growing on the roadside near the station. He had cultivated this plant in the garden for the bees, and after the fire which occurred there last spring, he removed the broken bricks and debris of the fire to the roadside, and with them doubtless the seeds of this plant had been taken".
Back in here, I finished off sorting out the music in the temporary folder and transferring the relevant data of their appearances and possible future appearances into the relevant database for their particular folder.
To tell you how my system works, my music is divided into seven folders, numbered from AA to GG, plus “Live” and “Concert” folders. Then when new music comes my way, it stays in the temporary folder until I have 4 GB worth, then I transfer it firstly onto a memory stick and then into whatever folder on the hard drive that contains any previous music by the group or artist. If it’s a new group or artist, I put it into whichever folder has the fewest groups or artists.
On the spreadsheet that I keep, it contains details of which artists have played, what songs were played, which week they played and what notes were written. One week will be AA, the following week will be BB and so on down to GG, and then we start again from AA. And so if there aren’t enough anniversaries to fill a particular week, I’ll fill it out with music from whichever folder that relates to that particular week.
This took me up to the alarm to prepare myself for dialysis, so I cleared off into the kitchen for my disgusting drink and midday medication and then began to pack away the computer ready for dialysis.
My faithful cleaner turned up to apply the anaesthetic to my arm, and then we had a good chat about our various financial situations. It turns out that, for various reasons, neither of us is actually in desperate straits, and we both own our apartments outright.
There was a reason for mentioning this, and it’s in relation to what might happen here in this building in the near future. But more of this anon.
After she left, I settled down as usual to have a little doze, but I was almost immediately awoken by the doorbell ringing. It was the taxi driver, twenty or so minutes early.
He was a new driver who had never been here before, so I explained a few things to him, and then we set off. We had to go by Champeaux to pick up the usual Saturday passenger, and he had been told in the depot not to follow the satnav directions because he would end up being stuck in an alleyway too narrow for the car. That’s certainly true, so I guided him via the alternative way.
We were early arriving at dialysis, and I was plugged in and running by 14:15, which was nice. I could sit down and watch the live football without having to worry, thanks to the “start from the beginning” button.
Today’s midday match was Cardiff Metropolitan v Penybont, a mid-table v 3rd placed match.
And what a surprise this game was. As I have said before … "and on many occasions too" – ed … the Met play some lovely, technical football, and their games are usually very interesting to watch, but today, I’ve never seen them put up such a shambolic performance in all the time that I’ve been watching them.
Today, their defence was all over the place, certainly not where it ought to have been, and their attack down the wings was nowhere, with Zambian under-20 international Lifumpa Mwandwe being totally starved of any service up front. The final score, 5-0 to Penybont, just served to underline how badly the Cardiff Met defence played.
When that game was over, there was time after that to watch Y Fflint v Trefynnon from Friday night, but not enough time to finish it, so I’ll tell you about the game some other time when I’ve finished watching it.
In the middle of that game, I was interrupted by the chef de service. He asked me how I was doing, to which my response was “fine”. He ummed and ahhed for a while and looked at the machine.
After studying the read-out for a while, he asked me if I would like the machine turned down a little … "it wasn’t even anywhere near maximum" – ed … so I told him that never mind the eight hundred and thirty-four ml per hour, the other week I was being cleansed at over eleven hundred per hour regardless of his maximum of nine hundred and fifty, and there were no adverse effects at all, so he’s taking a far too pessimistic view of my ability to cope with the dialysis machine (which I’m certain that he is).
At that point, he cleared off. He didn’t even ask me if there was anything else, which meant that I was unable to tell him about the blood pressure, water tension and the bleeding issue, which, in my opinion, are urgent. But he really doesn’t like me at all, and he has no bedside manner either.
When I was unplugged, my driver, the guy who thinks that he’s the boss of the drivers, was waiting for me, and he took me home – and it was a gorgeous red sky where the sun was setting tonight. I was actually at home by 18:20, which was really nice. My faithful cleaner helped me into the apartment, and she stuck a disgusting drink into my hand as soon as I was sitting down on a dining chair.
While she was here, I didn’t drink it but put it on my trolley with a packet of crackers, some spreading cheese, some biscuits and an orange, and pushed it into the office here where I prepared for a footfest.
The first match was TNS v Connah’s Quay Nomads, which had kicked off half an hour ago, but thanks to the “start from beginning” option, I could watch it from the kick-off, the first time this season that I had seen TNS. The following match was a second division match between Y Drenewydd and Bwcle.
However, we had a calamity. With about fifteen minutes to go, I crashed out in my chair. I managed to see the start of the Drenewydd v Bwcle game, but with about ten minutes gone, I crashed out again.
When I awoke, it was fifty-six minutes into the game and I had never felt so ill in my life. I was in one of those situations where I couldn’t even move, I was so tired. Eventally, though, I managed to slide from the chair and go to bed. The blog can wait until morning.
But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about anaesthetic … "well, one of us has" – ed … a man from Crewe went into the local dentists and asked "how much is a tooth extraction here?"
"It’s £65:00" replied the dentist.
"Is there any way to do it cheaper?" asked the man. "That sounds expensive."
"Well, if you’re brave enough, doing it without anaesthetic will cost £50:00."
"That’s still dear. Would it be cheaper if a student dentist were to do it?"
"That would work out at about £40:00"
"And if we made it a training session with a load of students watching and maybe even trying?"
"In that case, it would cost just £10:00. But it won’t be a very pleasant experience."
"No" replied the man "but the price is right. So can I book the wife in for next week some time?"
