Might not just be my back thats a problem?

Yesterday, here at home, most of the windows here got replaced for more modern ones, and unfortunately I discovered that it might not just be my back thats my health issue.

Given they arrived slightly early, we had a bit of a panic, and had to, more hastily than planned, get the curtains down from in front of the old windows, so they could change them over. Now, fortunately, by this time, I already had my back brace on, which helped. Unfortunately, trying to unclip the curtains from the curtain rail, and get the pelmet down, set off the arthritis in my fingers pretty badly, but I got there in the end. Not a problem as such, as they didnt get to my room until after I’d left for work, but I’d already sort of got the room ready for the work to be done, so yes, things werent in their normal places as I went out the door, so…

The one thing that unsurprisingly I quickly realized was that I’d left my wrong glasses on, was when I walked out the door, and peered in front of me. So hasty return, long distance glasses on, short distance glasses in handbag, fine. What wasnt fine, is that in moving stuff around, I left my painkillers, and my back gel (both strong, darlings) where I’d moved them to, and it wasnt in my bag!

The funny thing was, my back wasnt too bad, until near the end of the day, and just as I was looking forward to getting out at the end of my shift, and get some beloved pills in me, the phone rang (2 minutes before end of shift), and 12 minutes later, bus missed! Fine, get next one, but then I got to Huddersfield, back up bus never showed, and I was about 35 minutes late home, and extremely sore by then! 3 pills (legal, just about?), and 2 bouts of gel later, yes, I slept well, lol, probably knocked out.

The irony was, the arthritis in my fingers, and hands was painful all day, and I was having plenty of issues with my legs too. So yes, I’m now wondering if they’ve been bad for a while, just been hidden by painkillers for my back, but I sure found out about them yesterday! So yes, I joke about needing a new cybernetic back, seems I might have a genuine claim for a full new cybernetic body, lol. Yes, dont I wish!

But if anyone should have one, just laying around, looking for a guinea pig willing to try it out, give me a call, urgently!

Right, video time. Once windows came into the equation, I thought of this. Hard to believe its over 50 years old, but anyway… Oh, minor trivia, Hollies were first group I ever saw live, at the age of about 5, at Chessington Zoo. No idea what they were doing there, but anyway…

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Running out of time?!

No, dont panic, or celebrate, if so inclined, no seriously bad news for me, just another fine example of how old age, and physical health is beginning to run me down. Yes, mainly my back!

As regular readers from the past know, one of the outcomes of my back issues which first showed up around this time last year (though it was September before I knew just what it was), was that I eventually had to cut back from a 5 day working week, to a carefully balanced 4 day working week. Monday to Thursday works fine, one day on, one day off, helps with the pain issues, on top of all the lovely meds I need. Snag is, to financially survive, I have to work 2 days in a row, Friday, and Saturday, which only sort of works, even with Sunday off afterwards. Fortunately, up to now, with flexi time build up at work, and holidays, every couple of months or so, I’ve been able to charge the batteries (I wish, for real) by having the odd Saturday off, to give me extra recovery time. Snag is, I dont take time off in height of summer, most people do, and I’m getting older, so…

To be fair to work, most of my issues arent related to there, its the bus journeys to, and from work that are the killers for me. Bumpy roads, less than well padded seats, and even with a brace on, the back aches because of it. Even more so, when, as of late, buses that are supposed to turn up, dont!

Normally, on a non working day, I’m able to cut back the level of meds I need (still not baby stuff), but the last 2, nope, too much pain, even with the brace on. I know, getting older, and it shows. Now, if anyone knows of any form of transport they can provide me with, that could give me some nice, smooth journeys to and from work? (Yes, aliens, a space craft/flying saucer would be wonderful, just saying…Yes, I wish!) Going to be even more ‘fun’ this weekend, as I’m working Friday, Saturday, Monday and Wednesday as per normal, and going to a meeting in Sheffield on Tuesday! Yes, think I might be aching a lot after all of that, just hope I get through! No, not enough in Saturday to at least get a break then, unfortunately. Its Summer holidays, lol…

But yes, believe me folks, getting old is just no fun! And this is all when the weather is lovely and hot! So when it gets cold, and wet, I dread to think? Another term you could use, as well as no fun, is a one word answer, a shame. Which is a very corny lead in to tonight’s video!

The wicked things we do

Tomorrow, instead of heading to Bradford, to do a normal, full day at work, I’m heading to Leeds instead. No, I’m not throwing a sickie, or anything, its work related.

In an ideal world, my back would allow me to work for nearly another 6 years, and retire at what is now the normal retirement age for British women, at 66. In truth, I would say, that even doing a 4 day week, as at present, my chances of doing so, rank probably as fair, but no more. So yes, on a pre retirement course tomorrow, to learn what I can do to make my future as easy as possible.

The thing is, it means I need to be in an office, just outside the center of Leeds, for 9.30 tomorrow morning. Yes, thats right, I need to get there right in the middle of the rush hour, and thats why I’ve done a wicked thing.

Its fair to assume that the 8.15 train tomorrow, from Huddersfield, to Leeds will be busy, and its quite likely some people will need to stand. Yes, the chances of me being able to stand, even with my brace on, for about 25 minutes, in one place, not good, or less! So yes, depending on your view of matters, I’ve either been practical, or wicked, and reserved a seat on the train, no pot luck for me! I cant do the same coming home, unfortunately, because I dont know exactly what time the course will end, and whether I will get out in time for the 5.00 shuttle, especially given my mobility limitations (its meant to end at 5.00), or need to be on 5.30 one, and that will affect the time I get back to Leeds station, and what train I’m able to get, so yes, wish me luck on that trip, especially as my disability is an invisible one! Hopefully my old commuting skills will return, and I can find a seat!

But yes, I know, I’m partially disabled (suspect I count as disabled, but prefer not to see myself as that, just yet), so I shouldnt be bothered by covering myself this way, but I do! But yes, it will be nice in the morning, knowing I dont have to scramble to get a seat on a rush hour train.

The video, talking of things wicked…

Ain’t missing you

To be fair, I’ve never been a big drinker of alcohol at any point in my life, though I certainly have enjoyed the odd strong drink from time to time, mainly when eating out, or flying somewhere. Generally a glass of wine, or a vodka and coke, but that really is about it for me.

So fine, when I was told last July, that because of the strong(ish) pain killers they were putting me on, I had to stop drinking alcohol, it wasnt the end of the world for me. Yes, there have been a few air flights where I’ve missed that drink, or when celebrating my 60th (twice this year), that it might have been nice to celebrate a bit more, but such is life. Christmas, I had non alcoholic wine, and last September, I stayed off the pills for 3 days (period to clear system), so I could drink at my friends wedding, but that really has been it! And yes, then, I was taking them again as soon as I got back to the hotel. I wasnt in real pain (non stressful activity, and hot weather for a week helped), but I quickly got back to the pill plan, and was grateful for them!

What struck me this week though, was when I took in a couple of bottles of alcoholic wine type drinks for a tombola as prizes at work, was that I didnt miss not being able to drink them. There may be a time when I dont need the pills again, and can have the odd drink again, but in truth, I’m not sure that will happen given the state of my back, but we will have to wait and see.

And yes, flying to and from Seattle last month, I did think it would have been nice to have had wine with the meal, but did I really miss it, probably not? Fine, I know people on the same pills, and same strength pills as me, who do drink, and have no issues with it. But me, I’m a good, obedient robot (I wish) type, who does as I’m told, so…

Now, if only I could find those robotization pills to take, lol…? 😉

Right, video time. A Brit, who found fame in the US is tonights pick. Sorry, booze, but…

Sleep Talk

Given all my health issues, and everything, the one thing I planned for, when cutting back my working week to 4 days, was to give my back deserved rest time, on non working days. It has to be said that most of the time it works a treat. But this weekend…

In truth, the fact that it was a wonderful day on Saturday, in terms of my back at least, has to be countermanded by the fact that I was on my feet way more than normal. Thankfully the weather was hot, so my back wasnt as bad as it might have been at end of day, but fine, I was still sore.

Snag was, Sunday, which would normally be one of my rest days, with a longer recovery time in bed didnt happen, because we were in a guest house, needed to be up at a reasonable hour for breakfast, and to come home, and…also, I was sharing a room with Eric, and his idea of sleeping in is about 6 am! So yes, not the recovery time I really needed. So yes, despite the weather, and everything else, lets just say I was a little ‘tender’ at work yesterday. But there you are, I thought, at least I get a nice lay in tomorrow morning, which will hopefully clear matters up.

Yes, you guessed it… Just before 7 this morning, the phone rang in my bedroom. Loudly, and it sounded like an ice cream van had hit the house, or something! I answered it, passed the phone to Eric, and tried to go back to sleep, but it didnt really work, so about an hour later, I gave up, and got up.

Hopefully, hopefully, Thursday, I might actually get a genuine lay in, in my bed? But…? Hibernation/Stasis pod, anyone?

OK, video time. What I felt like I was doing this morning, lol!

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!

Not me, lady, more than my job’s worth

Thankfully my bed at the hotel was so comfortable that I was never Sleepless in Seattle (sorry, couldnt resist) even with my coffee drinking habits! However, when it came to Sunday, and Seatac (close enough to Seattle) Airport, things did get a bit shambolic.

There was a good, logical reason for having the extra night in Seattle when away, the fact that on the Sunday, I could get a direct flight back to Manchester from there, rather than having to start out at a silly hour, and changing somewhere. Silly thing is, it was cheaper to pay for 1 extra night at the hotel, than the difference in air fare I could save by doing that! Yes, the inaugural direct flights from Manchester, to Seattle, and back. However…

Check in desk went fine, and directed towards the place where disability passengers needed to go, to get taken through by wheelchair. Only thing was, after about 20 minutes of waiting, they decided they werent the ones dealing with Thomas Cook passengers, and advised to go try one of the other teams, and see if they were doing it. Another said no, and I have no idea about the 3rd one, as no one ever turned up with a wheelchair, and numerous people had been there longer than me!

So anyway, after about an hour of wheelchair denial, I took matters into my own hands. As I sadly couldnt find a Davros wheelchair, or even better, a Dalek carrier (I could have exterminated a few, happily, by then), I gave up, put my brace back on (I take it off for security check, as its very like a bomb belt), and headed for security myself, as best my legs would carry me! I got there, explained I would fail the security scanner, and why, and suggested maybe they wanted to do a check in privately, as the sign suggested. They took the other option, got me to go in the scanner, and fail (the security person was laughing as she told me she knew I was going to fail), and then they did the standard pat down thing. I then moved on!

The next amusing thing was, someone turned up at the gate, and asked if I needed a wheelchair to get me to the plane! I was tempted, but passed on that, as it would be a straightforward walk to the plane, and on board, no issue. Also, he probably would have expected a tip, and I was in no mood to tip them by then! Only snag was, walked down to the passageway, then waited, and waited,…and 5 minutes later, finally got to board the plane. Thankfully I hadnt removed the brace, so I hurt, but I survived.

After that, in truth, the whole journey was very straightforward. Even more amusing when one of the stewards on board the plane remembered me from last September! Hey, I’m not really a celebrity yet, honest. Unfortunately there was a child sat next to me, who literally screamed for 95% of the flight home, making sleeping on the plane even more impossible than normal.

In truth, this end of the journey was very easy, and I’d given myself plenty of time on my advance ticket to get the train, given we’re always the last ones off the plane, so if it had been at all late, it might have been a close thing. Nope, at the station just over an hour ahead of my booked train! I was not surprised to see that the incompetence known as Trans Pennine Express hadnt improved their service as claimed, the opposite in fact, and the train about 2 minutes later than my arrival there had been cancelled! Anyway, there was another between that, and mine back to Huddersfield, so I put on my best ‘disabled old lady’ routine, and asked if he would pass my ticket so I could get the one in between, and get home a bit earlier. To my amusement, he quoted the almost infamous line that ‘it was more than his job was worth to do so’. Irony is, if I’d been 30 minutes late, he would have had to do it, condition of the ticket!

Last fun item, I’d told Eric, at home, that I would ring him when I got back to let him know I’d safely arrived back. Phone rings, numerous times, no answer! No, nothing serious, he’d just gone out on the buses for the day, and had forgotten what I’d said I would do. Men!!! Yes, I was in bed about 8.30 last night, and apart from a bout of cramp in my leg, I slept for nearly 12 hours in all. Fine now, in that sense at least.

Yes, I’m sore, but recovering. Taken a normal days meds today, for the first time since flight day out, and even now I have a mild ache, despite that. I also seem to have damaged another toe on my left foot, I only hope its not broken, like the next toe along, and just painfully sore from wearing new shoes while away. But other than that…

So thats it, for the holiday blogs for now. Crazily, the next short trip away is at the end of next week, to Blackpool, but more on that Thursday. After that, September to Inverness, and then, November, to…? Well, it will begin with F, for sure, in one sense at least! Will have to wait for a wonderful lady to fill me in on that one! So watch out for that…

OK, video. Mainly in tribute to the ‘Wheelchair Pushers’ at Seatac Airport, though I guess a member of rail staff at Manchester Airport should be included. Less so though, he was strictly doing his job, at least, which is more than the Seatac folk were!