Crackling Harlean?

But no, before anyone thinks this is going to be about my health matters, you’re wrong!

One of the things I’m now in a position to catch up on, and get inspired by, is the Blackpool film festival next year, which is a bit later next year, not in March, but in May, weekend starting on the 22nd to be exact, and seemingly going on to the 25th, given its a Bank Holiday weekend, so that will be fun.

One of the suggested themes for the weekend is the old dance based musicals, though I think its safe to say that as I will then be 62, I wont be wearing anything quite as revealing as anything young Clara Johnson, and the other dancers did, lol. Something fun, and a dancer type outfit, but crazily revealing, not without very large amounts of personal sponsorship, lol.

However, one of the other considerations involves science fiction films, and one film got included in the discussion, Metropolis. Just think about, and even ignoring my less than subtle robot kink, what could be better for a recovering cancer patient than wearing a full robot bodysuit outfit, able to sit down for recovery periods in the seat that was designed for the Metropolis robot to sit in? And lets face it, if a robot feels the need to walk slowly, well again, its what she’s meant to do? And besides, if me hair, or anything else is in less than perfect condition, even by then, who is going to know? Oh, and yes, fine, I’d love every moment of wearing it, anyway.

Of course, if I needed an absolute incentive to make sure I was fit enough to work at the Festival in May, that would definitely be it!

Mind, I might get some early practice of living as a robot over this weekend anyway. The hair hasnt been cut since March, just before the health issues all started, but all (or pretty much all) is coming off tomorrow morning. Oh, should I mention that at the moment, the only wig that has turned up is the silver one? The 2 redhead ones (a bob and a just longer than shoulder one), the email says will be delivered by Monday, but in the interim, its either the almost bald (or actually bald) robot look, or a silver wig, so well…? I have some old (and I mean as in over 10 years old) silver Lycra type suits that might also get used at weekend, assuming I can still get into them of course? No, as far as I know, I’m not going out at the weekend, and Lycra isnt going to work for outdoor wear at my age, but indoors…

As far as I know, after tomorrow the next time I need to venture out is a week today, for the meet the team get together in Leeds hospital. It was also going to be meet the blonde wig day, but that is now on 29th, as its a day that suits the team providing it, after a phone call this morning. Oh, we got there on call 3, they’d been given the wrong Christian name, so twice said Julie, but she eventually worked out it was me, rang me back, and then… Fine, I’ll settle for one of the redhead wigs on the 24th, lol, unless someone wants to dare me, with a sponsorship payment?

No, despite the subject matter, its not a certain Queen video. Yes, there is a big clue in the blog title though.

 

 

When all is said, and on the way to done

In many ways, it would have been more apt to write this tomorrow, but hey, whats a day between friends. Why, for those asking, because 12th March was the first seizure, and sign of the cancer growth, though because I just passed out upstairs in my room, and just went to bed when I was found, and thought no more of it. Of course, 3 days later in Blackpool, aboard a tram started the journey to where we are today, and more importantly, to where we will be in a couple of months or so.

History of course now shows it wasnt actually epilepsy as suggested at the time, it was the cancer growth, but I’m certainly not starting a blame game on anyone in Blackpool based on that, but equally I’m glad we now know what it really was, that most of it is now gone, and within a couple of months, the last little bit will have done the same too.

Yesterday marked the making of the mask that will be used to direct the radiotherapy to where it needs to go for 6 weeks, commencing on the 28th October, which means the last actual session should be on the 6th December, though that will then be the start of the 4-6 week period that my body will need to recover from everything, for sure. Yes, about 10 months on from that first sign that something wasnt right!

And yes, one date I’m definitely looking at, as a landmark is that weekend in March, one year on from when it all started, to be back in Blackpool for 2-3 days as a suitably perverse way of ‘celebrating’ the anniversary. Currently, its only a target, but given it will be about 2 months from the end of the recovery period, why not use it as a target? I know, Blackpool isnt a glamour capital of the world for sure, but fine, I can build up to Hollywood, and dealing with Mr Berkeley (joke) again in time. And yes, Blackpool, and a tram journey definitely makes a fine first target, under the circumstances. After that, in time, well…?

So, for at least a fortnight, if you’re good, the 2 blogs (for those who know about both) might go back to being about different subjects, though not quite sure what they will be at this moment in time. But yes, I’ll be trying very hard to avoid politics, if not harder, believe me!

OK, video time. Funnily enough, the one thing the 2 blogs do have in common today is the pop group for the videos, though different songs. This was one of those weird, late Abba songs, when the couples had actually broken up, but before the end of the group, and it looks it, and definitely sounds it. As I say, for me, its not quite said and done, but its getting closer, for sure

I can imagine my destinations

To be honest, its worked out for the best that I had the taxi drive home from hell yesterday afternoon, which meant that all I wanted to do yesterday evening was have an evening watching baseball (though sadly the Dodgers lost, after I’d gone to bed), and not writing up blogs, as I can now cheat, and cover 2 days of news in one blog.

Oh, the taxi driver, no wonder the NHS funds are needed, because he cheated the route home so much, that fare must have been nearly double what it needed to be, but anyway. I was going to report him to Leeds City Council over it, but unsurprisingly, given everything now, I cant remember his licence number, so sadly he will now get away with it, but anyway…

Yesterday afternoon was the day the plan got sorted out, and signed off. I also delighted myself by finding out my walking distance without hurting myself, is getting better, though we are still talking in terms of about 100 yards, than London Marathon stuff, lol. Still, Occupational Therapy in Leeds on Friday morning will hopefully see a bit more improvement too. Other than that, a bit of Speech Therapy help to be arranged, not because words arent right, though still faint, more down to the fact that I have a dribble issue at moment, though even that seems far less today, good news. Other thing is a Social Help contact, to sort out things like Disabled Bus pass, postal vote stuff,and the  letter I need so that work can take the last step for medical retirement process. But as that couldnt be done before I agreed plan yesterday afternoon…

Plan is to start Radiotherapy in about 3 weeks time, for a period of 6 weeks, 5 days a week. Some might be shrewd enough to notice, that the exact start date is going to mean it might be over just before Christmas/New Year period, or just after, no guarantees either way, but holiday period, no treatments anyway, quite rightly. I will be doing Chemo tablets too during this period, and then do a few more of those in the 6 month period that follows too, but only a handful or so. I’ve been told that I need to allow about 4 weeks after that to get over the treatment, and then about a couple more weeks or so before contemplating flying or anything, all fine by me. Which in my eyes, gives me a probable date to do much at all as towards the end of February in likelihood. No promises on date, but it looks a fair date to me, with an anniversary on the horizon, March 15th, the first big seizure!

Just after the time, the lovely people at the guest house, sent me an email re the 3 nights that we never stayed there, saying the credit would stand for future use when I needed them. To be fair, I doubt they imagined it would take a year to get to that point, but it will. So, being the polite, and fair lady I am, I just asked if that date would still be fine to use it. Took about 20 minutes to get an email back confirming it would, so…Kudos to Pelham Lodge Guest House, Blackpool! No, Film Festival is later next year, but there is still the matter of the tram journey I never completed…

OK, end piece, got the call this morning, going to Leeds on Thursday afternoon to get measured for my plastic mask that will be used to direct the treatment to the needed area. Will also have CT, and blood test done on same trip, to give them the base settings they need pre treatment. As a few friends would know, I’d prefer a full face Iron Mask, rather than a positioned plastic one, but hey, its a start! Maybe the latter can follow post treatment, lol?

Right, to video now. One of my favourite groups of all time, one of their very early hits, live

Reading between the lines

Quite ironic writing this, given the other blog today was about Earth Day, and all the matters relating to helping to protect the planet, and then I do this one about a car journey yesterday. But fine, there is a special reason, even if I didnt make the journey then.

Yesterday, the other 2 from here went out for a while on a trip. Ella asked Eric where he wanted to go, and his answer initially was the coast, and then he added, Blackpool. To say both of us were surprised by his choice was putting it mildly. I mean, after all, the last time he was there, was collecting me from hospital at the end of my stay there after my seizures, and yes, he was on the tram with me when they happened. I suppose there is an assumption that he wanted to put it behind him, but who knows?

Put it this way, I do want to, at some point, go back to Blackpool, and ride the trams myself. Hell, I’m still hoping I can get back to work at the Winter Gardens at some point, though in truth, until I see the neurologist, I have no idea how practical that aim will be. My mobility was questionable at times before this, and as for now…? But yes, until I’m told otherwise, its still a target. But do it, yesterday, no way.

The other reason why I wouldnt have wanted to do it yesterday is the simple one, the matter of timing. A sunny, Easter Sunday, at one of the more popular holiday resorts in the country, for a very much disabled lady, I dont think so. I’m hoping, all things permitting, that maybe this autumn I can get there, (have 3 nights credit from last month, generously from guest house), see the illuminations, and ride the tram for the full length. Practical? Who knows, but it gives me a target at least at present. No, I’m not seriously committing to anything before I get the views of the neurologist, but hopefully I can still do something with my life at least.

Retirement on medical grounds sounds quite likely, but a quiet, church mouse type retirement, I hope not! Though I do accept acting roles might be beyond my realm, all the same. But to never see Blackpool again, I really hope not!

OK, video time. I must admit this song title always amused me, from a group I enjoy the music of. Funnily enough, despite the title, its nothing to do with Jean Harlow. But its about dreams, and how things dont always work out as planned. Thankfully I dont have any parents left to worry about! Prelude are great, please give it a listen, just for this old lady’s sake, OK?

Dont leave me this way

I must admit, I was knowing for a nice, calm week in the week of build up to the Blackpool Film Festival at the weekend. You know, have the week off, get everything done in advance of the big event, how it never happens? Yes, right!

Yesterday afternoon, I was settling down to watch a little bit of horse racing, the big jump racing festival this week, and all that. Well, I saw the first race yesterday at least! Then I starting feeling a bit faint, and the next thing I knew, just over 3 hours later, was Eric stood over me asking an unconscious person if she was alright? No, I wasnt! I staggered into bed, and other than bathroom breaks, that was it until this morning.

I have no idea what caused it, but my mouth tastes ‘wrong’, and I’m dribbling a lot, so do wonder if that is all related? I hope its nothing serious, but I will have to get myself checked over on return from Blackpool,  thats for sure! Yet another health issue for me, ah well…

Anyone got a new cybernetic body I can borrow for the weekend?

And yeah, all that reading, and writing I was going to do this week? Not happening, lol!

Right, video time. Off to Blackpool, so lets have one of the songs from the series of the same time

The world changed?

Fine, I will post a link to the story tonight that inspired me to write this blog, though its more for the concept of the story, than the standard of it, but hey, others might see it differently…?

https://mcstories.com/WorldChangedForSusan/index.html

In a sense, I sorted of covered it in one of my stories that only went to ebook (way too many real names of the past), which if anyone wants to shock an old lady, is still available, so…

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/576469

Its an interesting thought, at least more in the sense of my story, as to what you would do, if it happened to you? I open the door, walk out, and there I am, a young chorus girl, off to dance on a movie musical. I guess it depends how much you know things have changed? If you knew something was wrong, you’d probably freak out, but if the world changed, in a way where you were actually said chorus girl, would you really notice any difference?

I must admit, one of the things I’m looking forward to, in Blackpool this year, for the film festival, is the whole 30’s ‘glamour girl’ thing, in her promo outfit, or her dance one, given we’re doing Thats Entertainment. No, even without my back issues, I havent got Clara’s dancing skills, but it would be fun to follow in her footsteps, just once. I must admit, the whole movie actress thing would be fun, regardless, and something I could probably more cope with.

But no, nowadays, in this current world, I’m a 60 year old, (partially) disabled lady, with little dance skills, and a life to live. But if, tomorrow morning, when I opened the door…?

OK, video time. I might have my eyes twinkling at the thought of the world changing for me in that way, but its not going to happen, I’m sure. Alice White wasnt the most talented movie star of all time, by any stretch of the imagination. Her, and Toby Wing sort of got modest careers, with modest talent. I wonder what would have happened if Clara Johnson had got the same lucky break? Alice is actually dubbed here, her singing was, err, that good. Her dancing wasnt great either, but she looked very cute, so…

Working Las Vegas?

Before we get started, let me add that this article is now over 5 years old, and I have no idea what has happened with the whole concept since then, but given that someone mentioned it on Fembot Central today, lets work with it, and see what happens?

https://lasvegasweekly.com/news/2013/may/02/valley-bots-how-vegas-workshop-blurring-line-betwe/

Now, for me at least, what a way to work in Las Vegas that would be! Or indeed, working anywhere in one of those Showbot outfits, in truth. Yes, by the sound of it, I either need a casino that fancies me for the role, or a wealthy benefactor, lol.

Oh would I wear that? Oh please, is the Pope Catholic? 😉

The interesting thing mentioned that would actually be a benefit for me now, is the comment about how hot it was to wear it. Well, given that thanks to my damaged spine, my back loves as much heat as it can get, that just sounds like heaven to me! So if they are still available, and someone wants to spoil me by buying me one, I definitely wouldnt say no! Or if the manufacturers should read this, need a willing model for a shoot, or a convention, please, please give me a call!

OK, video time. Well, there’s a sort of Casino, but its definitely not Vegas! No, its somewhere I’ve been far more recently, Blackpool! Not sure anywhere there would fancy a Showbot, just maybe…? Its mainly Elvis, but there is enough David Morrissey to satisfy a wonderful Aussie friend of mine, I hope? Viva, Miss Showbot? Yeah, I only wish!