I’m already torn

Well, more snapped than torn, but anyway, minor details…

I got a follow up call on Thursday, while at work from the surgery, and no prizes for working out what it was about, my back. In fact, I was going to ring them on Friday morning to get the update, but they actually beat me to it! No, they’re not waiting a few weeks to see how the back settles down, I’ve already been referred for a bone density scan check, so that doesnt sound good? No, still waiting to hear when it will actually happen at present.

So yes, MIT, if someone reads this, and you need a guinea pig for some back strengthening robot type thing, I’m your girl! Chrome body would be an additional bonus lol! If reprogramming comes as part of the package, thats not a put off! 😉

One snag I’ve since worked out, given that I’m due to fly to the US in less than 6 weeks time, is my inability to stand still for more than a few minutes at present, without the back giving way, even on painkillers. I can walk fine, though not quite as fast as normal, I can sit relatively comfortably too, but just standing still, no!

The issue, I hear you ask? Simple one, US Immigration! The last 3 times I’ve been through, the average queue time would be almost an hour. I know, some of that time is shuffling along in the queue, but I suspect that will be nearly as bad for my back as standing still! There is one obvious option to take, but typically me, I feel guilty about it, though several have already told me not to be. Yes, for want of a better term, especially in my case, the ‘medically disadvantaged’ situation.

Let me say that up to now, I’ve only ever needed to use a wheelchair once in my life, about 50 years ago, when both knees were first operated on. Yes, they were soft on children back then, though yes, it wasnt long before I had to use them again. But fine, I needed one for a while, I simply couldnt walk! But now, I can walk, and I can sit just fine. I can even stand for a couple of minutes at a time, but any longer…nope!

I know, arrange a wheelchair to meet me at Logan Airport, get whisked (relatively) through Immigration and Customs at the airport, thats fine. But what I know I would then feel guilty about, is getting up, and walking away, relatively normally. I know, cant be helped, just do it, but this is me, so…if anyone wants to mind control me not to feel guilty about doing it, it would be appreciated!

For now, I’m going to give it a couple of weeks, see if I get any more medication, and how that works before contemplating booking the service, but I will have to give notice, so…Its funny, I was reading an article that a number of people pull the assistance trick to get through security quicker, but thats not my issue, I hope! Rarely is the queue that long, that I couldnt cope, especially as you’re not actually stationary for that long, but the Immigration queue, eek! I know, I’m 59, I’m crocked, just do it, but its not my nature to do so! But yes, I suspect I will, all the same.

Right, video time. This is not the version of the song that everyone knows. No, Natalie Imbruglia covered this song! I do like her cover, but this is the far more rock laden original. Sadly the only live performance I could find was awful quality, so settled for this

Tell me that you’ll wait for me

I would add, “Babe, I hate to have to go.”, but I’d be lying, badly! Yes, to add to the corniness of all this, and give away the song in tonights video, then yes, tomorrow, I will be leaving on a jet plane.

And yes, after 19 months without flying anywhere, I’m returning to the same area that I flew back from, all that time ago. In fact, I’ll be staying in an apartment less than a mile from where I stayed last time! I only wish that place on Verbena Drive was still available, but the place I’ve got looks as good, for sure, and maybe even a little larger?

I know, I really must go somewhere other than Hollywood sometime soon, and in fact, in September, I will, heading for New England, New York State and that area. Thats going to be fun, not only going to a wedding, but being a bridesmaid for the first time in my long life! Yes, cant wait! And no, even if I do catch the bouquet, I doubt anyone would be crazy enough to want to marry me lol!

I know I said it last time I was there, and I probably did just over 2 years ago, when I was there before that, that I suspect this will be my last trip to LA for a long while, unless a miracle happens. And hey, this isnt the Golden Age of Hollywood, when women were plucked off the streets, and into the movies, lets face it. So yes, I’m pretty sure, unless…?

I’m not saying I will never be back again, I suspect that just before my ancient old body tells me that I can no longer travel that far, that I will do one last trip to that crazy town. Of course, in the interim, something could happen to me, and I wont get back. But yes, that would be the plan, at least. But fine, just in case, I have a few places to visit this trip, and say goodbye, just in case. There is one place I’d love to go, if only I knew where ‘she’ was buried. Regular readers will know who ‘she’ is, and if you dont, look back a couple of blogs to a very big clue!

The thing that worries me in a sense tomorrow, is the length of the flight, nearly 11 hours! Yes, its lovely getting a direct flight, but I’m certain its the longest flight I’ve ever done, though whether London to Seattle direct, 14 years ago, was just under 10 hours, or more, no idea? Just hope the joints havent seized up too much by the time I get to LA!

Right, I’m not expecting a kiss, but if you want to smile for me, feel free. Regardless, tomorrow I’ll be leaving on a jet plane, though I do know when I’ll be back again. Until then, for those who read both blogs, they are very likely to be exactly the same, just saying…

Another suitcase, in another airport

No, not me, for heavens sake, I only wish it was, and that I was planning a trip to Los Angeles, or beyond. But unless I find a generous donor, or something, I’m not going anywhere major, before next year, for sure. But yes, earlier today, a Dodgers related baseball thread had me realizing that we are only 6 weeks away from the end of the regular season.

Sadly, this year, I’m not going to get to a live game anywhere, and I’m not going to be able to relax, and watch the play off matches at all, in a comfy little apartment in Hollywood. I know, someone could donate me a large sum of money, and it might happen yet, or some wealthy soul might decide to make me the latest version of Marion Davies, and set me up in luxury, in that wonderful city. But yes, the odds on that happening are only slightly less than me hitting the winning home run in the World Series! Yes, I’m 58, female, and never played baseball in my life, so the chances of that happening, well…!

What the thread was about, was the now fast impending retirement of Vin Scully, as the spokesman of the Dodgers, in a TV sense at least. I know, its his 67th season, the guy is in his late 80’s, and never leaves California nowadays, but its not going to be the same without him. Yes, much though in a sense, it would be my dream job, calling every Dodgers game, every season (I could manage about 30 years before I reach his age), but lets face it, its going to be the job from hell, trying to replace him. Still, if someone wants to offer it to me, I’d give it a go, I guess, but I couldnt hope to match the legend. But I’m sure I’ll say more than that, when the Dodgers season is over, hopefully at the end of the World Series, either way.

But what struck me this week, was the amount of travel that these baseball people have to do. I know a lot are ridiculously well paid, but when you see what they have to put up with, travel, and play wise, for 6 months of the year, eek!

Take the Red Sox, who I got to see their Monday matinee game this week, as an example. Sunday, they played in Boston, the last game of the series with Arizona. From there, they flew to Cleveland, for said Monday game, a make up of a postponed fixture from April. After that, they flew back to Baltimore, for 2 games, being delayed on Wednesday night, by the weather. From there, they had to fly back to Detroit, for 4 more games, including an afternoon game on Thursday afternoon! When that series ends on Sunday, they then need to fly all the way down to Tampa Bay, before Monday evening. Then finally, for the Friday, they are allowed back home to Boston!

I know, if I was doing it, in the Vin Scully role, I probably would find it hard, but survivable. But given that on top of all that, they have to play a game of top level baseball, each day, wow! As I say, I know some earn millions in a year, but the beating their bodies must take, earning it, eek!

Oh fine, if the Dodgers came calling, as the commentator, would I say no? No chance!

Right, video time. What these baseball players must feel their lives consist of. I will say, this gorgeous song from Evita never got the kudos it deserved