What Day Is It Anyway. 3rd September 2020

Linda G Hill said.”Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.

Why am I writing this post ? 

Because it’s day? Whatever since the pandemic clipped all our wings. We are all in different circumstances and yet we are all in the same boat.

Yes indeed there’s no such place as halfway. But for some of us we have been caught in halfway, for what ever reason, sheltering, self isolation, illness, Covid19, or any illness, depression, fear what ever we have all been halfway. Some people deny this is happening, some people even deny Covid19, I hope it doesn’t bite them on the bum because it’s out there lurking, it’s not gone.

So when was the last time I wrote a #WDIIA?…… It was the 28th July. Why have I not written one since then because nothing, noteworthy, or not has happened.

The Cholesystectomy drain and bag and I have survived. I have had a few bleeds, trips to the hospital, a Fluoroscopy, where the Dr managed to break the stitch holding the drain in , that caused a bleed. That necessitated another trip to have drain checked luckily it was fine…so the drain and I bumbled along…me getting tired because the drain was sore and the the the dressings were agrevating my skin.

So from June to September the only trips out were to the Drs surgery to see the nurse, the hospital for emergencies or check ups (twice) and a Fluoroscopy, oh! Yes a trip to the Vets..yes I did say Vets that was for Ruby. Also the odd walk around the block some evenings.

We have had a socially distanced visit from our youngest son and his family. The elder grandson, 6years old amazed me by gently asking me what the bag was and happily accepted my answer that it was attached to a tube that took poison out of my body. No more said that was that, the younger lad 3years obviously took no notice of it. It was lovely to see the little family. Our two older lads have visited a couple of times too, infact the eldest stayed over night when restrictions allowed. It is interesting socially distancing at home!

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Hubby has been very busy sorting his mother’s estate. Though his brother and sister are still being obstructive and his brother actually threatening and abusive. The House sale after an initial flurry has slowed to a big fat nothing, no interest at all for ten days now . The comments are, ‘too much work’, ‘seen bigger places for less’ and plain ‘ not big enough’ to mention a few. We did have a buyer but she pulled out : there was too much to do and she had pushed herself on the price. It’s a shame because we’d be happy to lower the price but hubby’s brother and sister are demanding the higher price…it’s all very stressful.

Ruby is well apart from her arthritis, she is slowing up now and does not like getting in and out of the car. She is very good at ruling the roost and has us wrapped around her paws !

So lastly to my news, it’s good and not so good but Hubby says I must just see the positive. Finally after three months I got my appointment with the surgeon. We arrived early as the letter advised due to parking spaces being at a premium… There was plenty of parking. We sat in the car for three quarters of an hour then we set off for Outpatients 1 level 2. We donned our masks, matching black . We arrived as the clinic too early and were asked, due to social distancing to go away and come back in half an hour. So we had a cup of coffee at the hospital coffee shop next to the clinic. We realized as we sat there that this was the first time we had had a cup of coffee anywhere but at home since Lockdown began at the end of March…. Not the most exciting place for our first coffee out.

At nine thirty we returned to the clinic, the nurse took our temperatures and gave us gel for our hands. I booked in and we took our seats, 2metres apart. There were only three other patients in there so it was clean, and easily socially distanced.

When we met the Dr he asked how I was,he then asked to examine me. He then without any warning took the drain out. I was a tad shocked as I had no idea this was going to happen. It was a little painful but I survived. So with the drain out he put a dressing on the drain site, he said it might weep for a few days. He was not very forthcoming about anything we asked him. I asked that now the drain was out would the symptoms return. He said yes they could come back, and I will be susceptible to infection.. I asked if the pain came back what should I do , he told me to take painkillers. I could if worked that out myself but for the fact they didn’t work the first time round. I asked how long the waiting list for my operation would be. He told us that he did not know anything about the waiting list and told us that because of the Covid19 they had not been doing operations, so there was at least a three months wait plus a backlog, plus people coming through all the time. So the list was long and growing. I was not a little disappointed by this news. As the guy had already told me the gall bladder was still needed to come out as the stone is still blocking the neck , he’d also said that I would be prone to infection and all the symptoms could come back.
So we asked if we could get the op privately he told us he did not do private but we could if we wished and one of the other surgeons on the team did private work. He then asked if I still wanted to be on the NHS list we said definitely yes please. If we can get the operation done before my name comes up on the NHS list then we can inform them. So I am still on the NHS list. I was left feeling a little stressed as I fear the pain might come back. Plus the whole thing was not what I was expecting. I had been told that it would all be done together drain and gall bladder removal under anesthesia, but I survived the drain removal. I had also been told, when I was in hospital that I would probably be operated on two weeks after this appointment. But that was a different Dr.
Hubby has started the private medical treatment procedure . I have contacted my GP surgery to request a letter of referral for the operation, as well as the one from the surgeon? I sent the GP’s surgery an email requesting the referral yesterday and in the afternoon they confirmed they had received it and forwarded it to my Dr. So now I wait and hope and pray the infection and pain do not return. On the up the drain is not there , it was getting very painful and my skin is very sore from the dressings used. So though I don’t feel much better yet I can move about freely and build up my strength for the operation. So as hubby’s says, be positive! So here is the most positive song I know.

Today I have had two good walks and I am determined to forge ahead!

So I have gone from this

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To this

So its a time to look forward and believe that my operation will come sooner or later, sooner, please, please! 🤞

This Is Part of LindaGHill’s #WDIIA.

Three Things Challenge #156

Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
Every day Di at Pensitivity101 said “I’ll give you three words or things that will hopefully trigger your creativity.
No need to use them all if you don’t want to, simply read the prompt and see what comes to mind.” Today’s words are.

Head,Cash,Worry

As usual everything was spinning round in his head. The lights on the machine took over again, he was lost, drawn in. There be no reprieve no escape until the cash was all gone. The whole month’s salary wiped out. Nothing left for food, bills, the children. He might be lucky, he felt lucky so for now why worry?

New Decade, Acrostic Poem.

Now we stand on the abyss
Everyone of us accountable
Why have we closed our eyes.
Drowning and burning we fly
Earth we spoil deaf to her cry
Careful you are killing me
Are you are all too blind to see”
Dare we ignore the warning
Earth is screaming.


Lost Souls Shattered Hearts.

Lost souls shattered hearts.

She came from the beautiful light

He was from the depths of hell’s night

Love and beauty grew in her wake

Sadness and pain followed him his smile fake

They fell in love

The Angeles wept from above

The hordes of hell rebelled

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Some railed against the impossibility

Others prayed for love and pity.

God smiled but shed tears

Satan wondered was this the answer to his worse fears.

Could she save his soul

Would he devour her whole.

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Their love was cursed from start

Lost souls shattered hearts.

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Image from Pixabay

This afternoon I have spent listen to a group from my past Rasmus . I fell in love again with a song of theirs. I let it inspire me to write a love poem about dark and light. Above the poem , below the video.

Drowning.

Drowning

Cold

Can’t breath

Lungs bursting

Pain exploding

Out of time and breath

Drowning I sink deeper

Darker ever the light recedes

I am trapped hopelessly in weeds

Held fast I silently breath my last

So sad, there’s nothing to flash before me.

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Wasted

Pointless life

No one will miss

I leave not a mark

Unseen, unheard, undone

Wasted years lost on cold hearts

No songs for me, I was not free

Unloved, uncared for, useless, wasted

Lost from the beginning I could not see.

Trapped Soul

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For years it fought against it’s tether

Yet the harder it fought the more it would wither.

It  caused itself so much pain,

Yearning for a freedom it never could gain.

Finally exhausted it decided one day

To no longer try to break away.

It decided that it should be what it should be.

So the soul stopped fighting, relaxed. Immediately it was set free.

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Top picture from Pixabay, the second is mine .

Florescence Day Ten

Day Ten of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Image from Pixabay

Cried, dried a million tears

Words falling through the years

Hidden hopes hidden fears, I have tried.

New Year?

New Year? 

Image Found Here

Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Look at the puppet who is she, is she the doll or is the doll me? Or am I the puppet master I do not know which is which as I spin and dance faster and fall into a ditch..

The minutes disappear as the hours fly by, days turn to weeks then months as the year flies. Suddenly we find ourselves at the very last tick, time has run out and the candle is at the end of it’s wick. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

Looking out to the horizon it cannot be seen as it slowly advances  like a killing machine. Devouring all in it way, leaving wreckage behind I warned you did I not time is cruel and unkind. It ravages the landscape and dirties the towns it sours your looks, spoils your figure and turns smiles into frowns. If your not watching it plays tricks on you , it messes with your head and laughs at the things that you do. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

So once again we arrive at the edge of time what is the point, but for the dates, what is before us is no different to what is behind! What is the point of all this tadoo tomorrow is tomorrow what ever you do. The world should of stopped on December thirty first but we are still here so is the weather though I’m not sure about the sun. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

The world this New Years Eve is heavily in debt , there are wars a plenty, famine , disease and pain it will all be here tomorrow I bet. So lift up your glasses and be of good cheer what was plaguing you today, tomorrow ……….  it will still be all here. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

You may remember one new years eve  Death took a rest  when he met with the New Year and Hope he basked in their naive  presence for a while shared their feelings and they made him happy , not something he experiences every day, they made him smile. Then time moved on and circumstances changed and Hope and the New Year grew older and tired. Hope became Hopeless and the New Year became the Old, worn out, used, bitter and cold.

So light your fireworks drink your toast cling on to those you love the most. Wave good bye to the ageing year and bravely step forth into a brand New Year. Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.Life is like a merry go round you swirl right up then you plummet back down. The minutes tick tock and the horses  prance and life goes on like a magic dance.Dance with the devil it’s the end of the year, another will be along soon so you’ve nothing to fear! Time is a devil time is a thief it creeps up behind you, BOO! then speeds off away as you try to turn over a new leaf.

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Darkness falls.

Darkness falls

Deep dark, the dogs back

I am drowning no hope left

So empty  depressed.

Hopelessness just engulfs me

Where is the light,where is hope.

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Image from Pixabay

Homeless At Christmas

I  originally wrote  this in  December  2013  but it is  still relevant .

I hope it won’t snow this Christmas it’s one of my biggest fears.

It was so bitter last year even thinking of it makes me shudder and shed a tear.

They won’t be eating Turkey with all the trim

Unless they find a charity shelter and they can get in.

The people at the shelters are angels from up above they give their time and plenty love.

They really are saviours they really do so much good.

They give warmth and comfort and Christmas dinner and even  Christmas pud.

OH! why are they out here I hear you say

There are lots of reasons, have you got all day? Dave got made redundant the bills he couldn’t pay So the bank stepped in and took his home away.

His wife could not stand the B&B that the social offered them

So she took the children off to live with her mum so Dave won’t see them again.

Jen, she was cheeky girl always having fun

Staying out late and playing up in the end it got too much for her mum!

After a big row one night  in the summer she asked Jen to go,

So she is struggling along out here now,when your homeless it is amazing how fast your friends all go.

Rob well his story is very sad,

It all started with his drinking then he discovered drugs he became violent and everything turned bad.

He fell out with his mother’s boyfriend who told him he had to go

And then threw him out into the December  snow.

The reasons are legion you can take your pick,

People  who  loose  their jobs  because  they became  sick

From parents who can’t cope

To addictions that make you loose all hope,

Parents or family who beat you, family who will not stop at a touch

They want you to give them way too much.

This may all seem morbid this may all seem too sad

I hate to tell you all, things can be so very, very bad.

People young and old see their hopes and dreams unfold and vanish in clouds of smoke

As they end up on the streets lost and without any hope.

So enjoy your Christmas parties, your families and your Yule tide fare

But as you raise a toast remember the homeless ones out there .

 

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