{"id":17870,"date":"2024-01-24T22:06:08","date_gmt":"2024-01-24T22:06:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=17870"},"modified":"2024-01-24T22:06:09","modified_gmt":"2024-01-24T22:06:09","slug":"wednesday-24th-january-2024-so-thats-my","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesguis.com\/wp\/?p=17870","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday 24th January 2024 – SO THAT’S MY \u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"

… cure at the Centre de Re-education over.<\/p>\n

And it went out not with a bang but a whimper or, for those of you of my age who are old enough to remember the film HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH<\/a>, “not with a bang but with a Wimpy”.<\/p>\n

And whatever did happen to the Wimpy Bars of our adolescence? We used to Zoom along to Wimpy quite regularly, and sometimes even used to Woom along to Zimpy.<\/p>\n

But anyway, my cure at the Centre de Re-education ended as it did because quite simply, I didn’t go.<\/p>\n

It beats me how people are totally unable to follow simple instructions. I told them right at the very beginning of all of this that I can’t go in the mornings. and so I hadn’t noticed that today’s final sessions were arranged for this morning.<\/p>\n

So where was I this morning at 10:00 when I should have been climbing into a taxi? The answer is that I was curled up on my chair here, totally dead to the world.<\/p>\n

If there’s a deeper sleep that the one that I had on my chair this morning, I’d love to have it. There were two unanswered phone calls on my telephone, which must have been the taxi driver trying to contact me I suppose.<\/p>\n

But could you imagine anyone, never mind me, sleeping through the strident tones of the late, great Micky Jones, Deke Leonard and the legendary John Cipollina as they bash out 7171-551<\/a> which, starting at 01:11, is the ring tone on my phone.<\/p>\n

By the way, in case you’re wondering, which I’m sure you are, the song title is actually the old ‘phone number of Monkee Mike Nesmith, someone whose other claim to fame is that his mother invented Tippex (and I’m sure that you think that I’m making that up).<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, retournons \u00e0 nos moutons<\/em> as they say around here.<\/p>\n

There can’t be too many people who, knowing that they can only sleep comfortably in one position during the night because of problems with the right leg, arrange to have a Holter machine fitted in a position that actually prevents them from sleeping in it.<\/p>\n

Consequently it was another long, dreary painful night watching my fitbit go on, and on, and on, and on.<\/p>\n

At some point though I must have gone to sleep because there was something on the dictaphone. This was another long, rambling dream; but I was with a girl who was rather young. We were together and hanging around with a lot of people on the music scene etc. I was keeping a very close eye on her to make sure that she wasn’t led astray, except by me of course, but that’s another story, one that you’d all have to pay good money to hear. This went on and on and on. One night we all had to go home. I had that much stuff that it was all bagged and crated. When we finally turned up at this girl’s house her mother must have begun to unpack it while I was asleep. Right at the bottom on the floor she found 7 or 8 tablets. Of course they were medicine tablets from the medication that I take but she was quite horrified. She stormed into my room with this chariot thing and shouted my name. She shouted it so loudly that I immediately sat up (for real, not in a dream) and began to look round for her thinking that she was actually real and she had actually come into my room <\/p>\n

So I’ve no idea who it was who shouted me, but regular readers of this rubbish will recall that it’s not by any means the first time that that has happened.<\/p>\n

And so I was wide awake waiting for the alarm to go off at 06:15.<\/p>\n

As soon as it sounded I leapt out of bed and tore off the Holter machine and put it in a bag for the driver who came at 06:30 on the dot. It was someone whom I’ve met before.<\/p>\n

Once he’d cleared off I had my medication, including the dreaded anti-potassium stuff and awoke to find the nurse shaking me. He’d knocked on the door, had no answer, come in and shouted and still no reply and in his own words, "I was worried"<\/em><\/strong>. <\/p>\n

What finally awoke me was the front door bell, at 10:38 precisely. And it’s a good job that hadn’t gone to the Centre de Re-education because I’d forgotten that I’d sent off an order to Leclerc. I would have been in a right pickle if I’d gone off while that was on its way.<\/p>\n

So after she left I spent a happy hour and a half cleaning, dicing and blanching 2kg of carrots ready for freezing, followed by a broccoli.<\/p>\n

Sitting in the fridge, even as we speak, is a bottle of carrot and broccoli water and a set of broccoli stalks, all ready for Saturday morning and another broccoli stalk soup.<\/p>\n

My cleaner came by and was surprised to find me at home and not out at the Centre de Re-education so she came back and began to clean it. And not having been done for several weeks, it really needed it too.<\/p>\n

However, seeing as my condition is worsening by the minute we agreed that she would come on twice a week starting at the beginning of February, one hour to do as she is doing now, and another hour to start a programme of proper deep cleaning, like the windows and so on..<\/p>\n

That will certainly do me some good.. It might even start to look as if someone is living here again.<\/p>\n

Tea tonight was a beautiful left-over curry with naan bread, and tomorrow I will be having vegan pie with broccoli – for the simple reason that the freezer is now full to the brim once more and needs emptying of some of the big stuff that takes up space.<\/p>\n

With carrots peas, mashed potato and gravy of course. It will, I hope, be simply delicious. Then there will be just two slices left, one for my birthday and a second for some other special occasion, although I’m not sure what that might be.<\/p>\n

But right now I’m off to bed, to sleep I hope and if I’m lucky, to dream. <\/p>\n

"Never Underestimate the Power of Dreams and the Influence of the Human Spirit"<\/em><\/strong> said Wilma Rudolph, who overcame polio to win a bagful of medals at the 1956 and 1960 Olympic Games.<\/p>\n

To be honest, I’m not sure what influence my dreams have over my spirit but they keep me rolling along when these days I can’t even walk. I just hope that they keep on coming because as I have said before… "and on many occasions too" – ed<\/em> … I have far more excitement in them than I am having locked in my little prison right now.<\/p>\n

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