How deep is the first cut?

Given the lack of replies I get when I normally ask questions in my blogs (post here, Facebook, Twitter, or email to robotunit8@hotmail.com as preferred), I’m probably wasting my time asking another question here, but someone might surprise me, so…?

As most regular readers should know by now, my back/spine is now very painful, and earned me official disabled status. People will also know that I’m crazy enough to try just about anything that might ease some of the pain, beyond short term aid, and I’ve had another new, slightly different idea suggested to me by one of the guys at work.

Forgive the spelling if I get it wrong, as I can only take guidance from Google, and however good it is, I know its not perfect, but its been suggested that I try Cupping (Hijama Cupping) to see if it will ease the issues in my back at all. I have no idea if it will help or not, but I must admit the images of it do intrigue me, but at the same time, make me a little nervous. So yes, what I’m asking is, has anyone had this done to them, is it painful to any great degree, and did it do them any good? Oh fine, I’m assuming from the fact that it was suggested to me, by a Muslim man, that Muslims have no objection to doing this treatment to white, Christian women, lol?

If you’re curious, and want to know what it looks like, then I suggest going to Google, and searching for details. But basically, from what I can see, a series of cups are suctioned on to your back, and the skin is raised by vacuum inside it. Looks weird, but fascinating to me, and if its not too painful, maybe I should give it a go…?

Thing is, there are 2 things, one is called dry cupping, as above, and thats all they do. The actual Hijama one, which I must admit, I would love to do, but at the same time I’m nervous about, has a tiny cut made in the skin, within the vacuum cup, to let the ‘bad blood’ out. Still, at the same time as being nervous about it, there is also a part of me that would love to experience that! Crazy I know, but thats me summed up, crazy!

In truth, knowing me, I suspect I’m going to give it a try at some point, just because I’ll try anything that might ease the pain I suffer with my back, at least once. No, I still havent got to acupuncture at this time, but equally, at some point…Though I have read that would be better for muscular issues, rather than actual spine damage, but I have no idea.

And are there rules, that a non Muslim woman wouldnt know about visiting a Hijama Cupping Centre? Would I be expected to have my hair covered on arrival at least, as a sign of respect? There is a place in Huddersfield I can get this done, and I’m sure there must be places in Bradford too, but I have no idea how good any of them are? I’m suspecting Huddersfield would be wisest the first time, anyway, the nearer to home the better?

So any comments welcome, even if its ‘No, it wouldnt work for you’, or alternatively, ‘Just get it done as soon as possible, woman, and stop fussing’, or anywhere in between!

Video time. A man I knew when a child as Cat Stevens, who is now known as Yusuf Islam. Whichever name you use, the man is one of the greatest singer/songwriters of all time, in my opinion. Oh, and given the subject (and yes, my fancying to try wet cupping), a rather apt song title.

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Part 2 of the year, and the passing of the pre code baton

And so to the second half of the year.

In truth, personal things prior to September were fairly limited. Mainly because I was at work, through the school holidays, covering for those who need the time off.

One sad thing that did happen before then, happened in August. To many, it probably seems amazing that an adult actress from the early 1930’s had survived this long, but one of them had. But eventually that tie was cut, when Mary Carlisle passed away at the grand old age of 104. She was pretty sharp to the end, if less mobile, and for a while she had been the last, and all knew the link was coming to an end, but for those of us who love that era, it was still a sad moment when it arrived.

September saw me going back to a place I hadnt visited in nearly 40 years, Inverness, taking Eric away with me for a few days of fun. Well, as much fun as two people with disability issues can have, anyway. I managed to fulfil one ambition I’d had for about that long, if not more, by travelling the Skye Line to Kyle of Lochalsh. The fact that the last time I was there, the only way to Skye was by ferry, and now a bridge has been there for decades, all a bit strange. There are still a couple of railway lines in Scotland I’d love to do (Oban line, Fort William to Mallaig), and the Cambrian Coast line in Wales to a place I could never pronounce correctly (Pwllheli) that are a challenge for another day, health permitting. There are also a couple of very long distance ones in North America too, though they may be less likely, and trickier to do.

At one point I thought that November would see me doing a Transgender Awareness Week speech in Florida, but it soon seemed that someone was all talk, and no reality, so it never happened. So instead, I headed somewhere nearly as warm for the week, to the Algarve, to give my back some heat before winter kicked in. I wont deny I might have done a little bit of apartment prospecting while there, should the chance arise, and yes, if things work out, my old age could well be spent out there. There is a financial issue (not enough money), and a political issue (post Brexit residence rules) that may stop that, but fingers crossed… A lottery jackpot win before March 29 might be very handy! But lifestyle, and health wise, I could do a lot worse.

Then we come to the old chestnut, my health issue. In recent weeks my left wrist seems to have developed issues, probably due to too much typing, and stuff, for the last 40 years or so. So now I have 2 issues leaving me wondering how much longer work is going to be possible? More amusingly, due to coming 4th in a year long Golf tipping contest on Twitter, I gained £100 for my pains, and thought I’d give some new therapies a try, rather than frittering it on clothing, and the like. So yes, I got to discover just how amazing a flotation tank (sensory deprivation tank) is, and even better, the weightless floating does seem to do my back a lot of good too. Fine, the tank hasnt tried to brainwash me yet, though I’m still hoping!

Oh, and December saw the Works Christmas dinner, in a new dress, in a casino, and my first ever bet in such a place. Yes, I lost quickly, but it was a free £5 chip, so nothing lost really!

Lastly, and sadly, the Department I work in, in their wisdom, have decided to move our section out of Finance, and into a new Collection based group. So unfortunately, just as our LGBT committee were getting ready to do something really exciting, I’m out, as from tomorrow. I cant see me going quiet on LGBT issues, but it may give me less options now, though I have applied for something for the whole Department, not just Finance, but will be over a month before I hear about that. Ah well…

Right, tomorrow I will close the trilogy, with a look at New Year happenings (and possible happenings) on the first day of 2019. But until then, let me wish all my readers, those who arent there already at least, a Happy New Year in 2019.

OK, video. Just a quickie tonight. Its hard to find anything for Mary Carlisle other than a couple of full films, and sets of pictures. But I found this, Bing Crosby singing to her, 85 years ago!

The lullaby of Broadway (shopping centre)

Its fair to say that nearly a century on, its nigh impossible for us to comprehend the life of a Broadway Baby, as per the song, though I’m sure there are young ladies who live that sort of lifestyle, even now. I guess its fair to say that the professional escorts that we have nowadays probably do a very similar service to what the ‘Babies’ provided, other than that generally today, they will do the serving of their ‘buyer’ for the night, and only that night, whereas back then, its fair to assume that most of the young ladies (strictly all) would have been faithful to their ‘daddy’, and probably benefited from that fact.

Its also a well known fact that any number of pretty young chorus dancers, ended up retiring from the business, to marry a wealthy older man, and have their children. Some of those marriages even lasted a period of time. Now I’m not going to say Clara Johnson was an angel, and never did anything like that, because I’d be shocked if she didnt! Who knows, maybe she did exactly the same when she retired from the dancing industry in the late 30’s. Just because it didnt ‘sound’ like she did, I’m not saying she didnt!

Anyway, this morning, I might have given the impression of being a Broadway Baby type, as I headed through Bradford to come home after the dinner last night, I stayed over in town, rather than stressing my body more than I have to. And fine, with my faux fur coat, my tousled ‘just out of bed’ look (I forgot to take a comb, so sue me!), and an overnight bag, maybe I gave that sort of impression, at just after 9 in the morning.

Look I got from the bus driver, as I purchased my ticket, and tried to look cute, he seemed to think I had done just that. So fine, I’m a minx, I played along with it, OK? And yes, OK, it was fun! No, I slept alone last night, even if I was in a nice hotel double bed! And yes, I was in bed soon after 11, not up until the early morning too!

Thats not to say it wouldnt be fun to find myself in said ‘Broadway Baby’, or ’30’s chorus girl’ type scenario’s if I was younger, mind? I certainly wouldnt mind a ‘sugar daddy, mummy, or partner’ right now, shall we say? 😉 So, if anyone wants to offer…?

OK, video time. 2 for the price of one, of sorts, both from Gold Diggers of 1935. Yes, apt, as I was suspected of being a Gold Digger this morning, lol. Firstly, the song, as performed in the movie

Secondly, just under 3 minutes of the tap dance sequence that followed the song. The whole piece lasted over 13 minutes, but this is the best combination I can find. Yes, Clara Johnson is tapping for her life in this

Which outfit for Halloween?

Actually, thats a play on words, but it would have given the game away completely if I hadnt done that! Mind, within a few minutes, you’ll know anyway, but for now…

I must say that one thing I’m loving at work at present, though I’m not sure how many others do, is that we are making an effort to ‘dress up’ for certain events. And yes, even though Halloween is nothing like as big here, as it is in the US (or so I’m told, closest I got was flying home on 30th, but shops were full of stuff), it seems we can get to dress up in ‘scary’ outfits to celebrate the day this year.

Fortunately for me, its a working day, falling on a Wednesday this year. Even more fortunately for me, I’m not actually doing calls on a Wednesday at present, as its my day of the week for doing the studying to finish my apprenticeship course. Yes, I know, such a course at 60! I know how silly I think that is, but if it has to be done…I suppose its a break from the phones, at least? Actually got the first, of 5 exams to finish that off, so I might feel differently about matters tomorrow night, after that, but besides that…

Thing was for me, what to dress up as, for Halloween. Yes, the chances of me not getting involved were miniscule, lol, given I love this sort of thing, and if people dont support it, it wont continue. And no, however scary some of the movie robots might have been, they dont really count as Halloween, lets face it.

I did consider vampire, because fine, I find the idea of being bitten like that rather exciting. But given I cant do make up, it would only really leave the teeth, so… I’ll be honest, I’d been thinking witch, simply because its the easiest option for a woman. And lets face it, with my looks, I have less need to be made up to look hideous than most. 😛

Anyway, my friend Angie, that I know from Blackpool has been advertising lots of great outfits for sale. One of which was a gorgeous black hat, mask, and dress, for a witch. Thing is, the dress is a ‘few’ sizes smaller than ‘Miss Pear’ could wear. Yeah, about an 8/10 UK, whereas I need about a 16/18, ideally the latter especially if its a zip up dress! Not that I’m sure how I could study, wearing the mask, but anyway…

Well, besides that, a little later, a great looking red hat, this one in fact

witches hat

appeared, and yes, purchase has been arranged. There shortly will be two of us looking for a suitable dress, in my size to match. Oh, and if anyone knows of a broomstick, that actually flies, I’d love one, especially as First Buses went absent without leave again on Monday night! Perfect for Halloween, but I might be tempted to use more often, if one truly existed, lol!

As stated, the need for make up, to make me into a hideous witch, might not be critical! Ability to cast magic spells, purely optional, though might be fun!

So yes, if you see a witch flying through the sky on Halloween, between Bradford, and Huddersfield, I might have struck lucky! 😉

Right, video time, something very silly, from the Muppets!

These legs aren’t made for walking

Well, for better, or for worse, the original blog material plan went out the window today when I learnt of my physical limitations. Yes, 81 years ago today, Jean Harlow died, just saying…

Put it this way, I’ve known for a while that physically, my body isnt what it used to be. Some of it is down to my back, some of it is down to my age, but all in all, things I used to be able to do all day, I now cant do for all that long, and I certainly dont mean sex! Never interested me when I could do it, and now, no chance!

But walking…

When I was younger (well late twenties), and betting shops werent open on a Sunday, and nothing much else happened on a Sunday, I used to go and walk miles during the summer, when there was no soccer coupons to settle. Yes, miles. 4 miles each way, with a break for a drink at half way, quite normal. Ah, those were the days…

Nowadays, the 3/4 of a mile or so between the bus station at Bradford, and work is a sufficient challenge for me. I can just about get by with that, but much further might cause issues! Even before the back went, a mile or so was about my limit now, and that has come down since. Today was the day I discovered one of those limits was definite, and that something else I used to do, with relative ease, is now a tough challenge.

This morning I was getting my back massaged before Saturday, just to help me get through the day, as I suspect I will be standing a lot, and even with the brace on, there is only so much I can do on that front, without help. Anyway, the bus that goes up the steep hill towards the beauty treatment parlor went AWOL today, so I caught another bus, which left me with said steep hill to climb. Now, in the good old days, I could do that comfortably. Yes, it was hard, and a challenge, but it could be done. Today, I just about made it up that hill! To say I was blowing hard on arrival would be putting it mildly, I needed a couple of minutes to recover before treatment could begin.

After I’d finished, I had no idea when a bus was due (about 10 minutes later as I discovered when home again) due to the timetable having disappeared, I set out to walk home. Let me start by saying this is about 1 3/4 miles, way beyond my assumed comfort zone, but most of it is downhill, or flat, so I went for it. Yeah, not a good idea! Its fair to say a good half mile, or so from home, I was running on empty! I did get home, but the last stretch is uphill, not dramatically, but it killed me! Lets just say I have no plans on a repeat! And this is in warm, dry weather (no need for a coat), not the worst of conditions for me. So no, never again, lol!

Yes, my body is getting old, and today let me know it! Ah well…Someone put me down, or provide me with a strong robot body, or something, just maybe?

I’ve used the Nancy Sinatra version of this not so long ago, and I cant be bothered to check if it was this blog, or the other one. So, just in case…lets just say its not as good, and also let me say its not really live, but mimed! I do like some Geri Halliwell, but this wasnt her finest moment!

Taking my morning train

A fortnight today, the biggest shake up to rail timetables in the UK in a very long time is happening. I wont actually be here to see it, the only ‘trains’ I’ll be worrying about on that date will be the Seattle Light Rail, to get me to the baseball!

In a sense, I’m told, it offers a massive improvement in rail services, which would be nice, but in truth, given Trans Pennine Express’s inability to run a decent service now, how they are going to run an improved one, no idea!

In honesty, I hardly use the trains nowadays, generally just once a week, on a Saturday morning, as there are bigger gaps in the bus schedule early on a Saturday morning, compared to the weekdays, or indeed, later in the day on a Saturday. So the 7.50 train to Bradford served me quite nicely! Sadly, its only going to do it one more time! As from 26th May, or if you like 2nd June as will concern me, that train will leave at 8.09, no use whatsoever! There is a bus at 8.00 which will beat that easily, but make it a very tight squeeze to get to work for 9.00. Previous bus? 7.30, which would have me in work by 8.30, but would mean leaving here 20 minutes earlier, and its an early enough start as it is! So no, doesnt work as an improvement for me.

And funnily enough… I actually now have a return visit planned to Blackpool in June, and formerly, there was a train from Bradford (or Halifax) that went all the way to Blackpool North, without changing. No, I’m not yet that physically limited, but someone who will be ‘chaperoning’ me is, so the change at Preston will be a nuisance for him. No, he’s not really chaperoning me, but a train trip, a couple of nights away, and a day riding the trams, he’s not going to turn that down. Irony, the Sunday service coming back, still a direct train, something at least!

So yes, in theory, all these train travel benefits, and they do nothing but hamper my plans! Ah well…

Right, video time. A spot of live Monkees. Well, 3 of them at least, as its a 1996 performance.

Yesterday once more?

No, not the video you’re expecting, in this case. But I needed a different title, for a repeat blog, so…

So, last night, for the first time (but not the last) in a week, I got into flapper girl mode last night. Oh fine, pushing 60, girl might be being a bit optimistic, but hey, all I need is a good rejuvenation machine, and a dancing skills neural download, then watch me go! Open to all mad scientist offers to arrange that, by the way! 😉 Oh please, dream birthday present, and all that! Then I could show Clara Johnson how to dance! Well, probably not, but…

So yesterday, after the working day, I, and several work colleagues (8 in the end) showed up for a lovely meal, at a lovely restaurant in Bradford. 3 of us at least probably had the staff wondering which decade they’d opened the doors into! No, to be fair to the others, notice was limited, and it is a cost, so… still kudos to Madi, and Rebecca for putting on a show too. What, you want proof, of me at least? Oh fine!

 

 

Now where did that time travel portal disappear to? As you cant see from these shots, my dress wasnt quite as short as the ones being worn by the young ladies in the video, but hey, I’m very nearly 60, so… Not sure the dress on Friday will be as long lol! But yes, if I get pictures, and my legs arent too shocking a sight…? 😉

In truth, my dress was very maxi in length, and even after Ella took it up (thanks given) a few inches for me, it was still touching the ground! Taking it up again, and then I might even flash a little ankle, ooh! If done, I might take it to Blackpool on Friday as a back up, as I know it fits, and then I might wear it again next Saturday, for the birthday meal for the home group. If not, it will get worn again, I’m sure, just not quite sure when!

Still, until next Friday at least, I will have to live in this strange thing called the modern world! Unless I can find that portal, and then wouldnt I be the cat’s whiskers, darling!

Video time. No, I didnt do any dancing last night, nor will I be planning to dance on Friday without a lot of assistance mentioned above. My dress last night wasnt this short, but next Friday, who knows?