Dear all
HAPPY HUMP DAY!
The Beast Is Back
I'm feeling better by the day
(so my missus says!)
Yesterday was a challenge, quite a long and tiring day and I did end up asleep by 7pm. However, at least that MRI is in the bag, and I now look forward to some better news from my onco within a week or 10 days.
(By the way, Grrrrrrrrrreat news from you yesterday, John. I'm delighted for you, mate!)
The afternoon appointment with my GP was thorough, tests have come back clear, apart from the usual low haemaglobin. and his frank opinion is that I was hit by the 'real flu'as opposed to the usual 'man flu'.
To be honest, Lynn was convinced I had SWINE FLU, and she may have been right) lol
I was also reprimanded for allowing my temperature to rise to such dizzy heights for two days.
WHAT A BLOODY CHEEK!
You can't get a doctor out, you're too ill to go to the practice, an 'out-of hours GP' simply diagnoses you by phone and suggests you visit your doctor (duh!!)
and the only alternative would have been a trip to the local third world district hospital, and certain death!!
Thank God for my bountiful hoard of codeine and paracetamol pills.
On a serious note, for all you guys it could concern, I've now been told by both my onco and my GP that I am now so run down after over seven years of the battle, that I'm going to be prone to every little bug that comes along, and should expect to be laid low regularly.
I kinda knew that!
So...what the fcuck do I do with all my visiting rugrats?
Does anyone take in untrainable grandkids?
Is there such a thing as a 'Little bugger De-bugger'
Hey, the Queen was in Jarrow this morning, to officially open Tyne Tunnel 2.
What an inconsiderate old biddy she is these days.
First of all, we have our roads blocked off for 3 hours, and then she has the nerve to knock on my door, unannounced and uninvited, at 9.30am, to ask how I was doing!!
Bloody 'ell. I was hurried out of bed, unwashed, unshaven, my hair looking like Ken Dodds', and wearing my Sunderland 1973 FA cup winners pyjamas...and then I'm supposed to be POLITE???
I spoke in the broadest Geordie dialect I could muster and she buggered of after 60 seconds - and i swear it wasn't the royal wave I got....it looked suspiciously like the 'Royal Finger' gesture.
And how has YOUR morning been?
LMAO
HAPPY HUMP DAY!
The Beast Is Back
I'm feeling better by the day
(so my missus says!)
Yesterday was a challenge, quite a long and tiring day and I did end up asleep by 7pm. However, at least that MRI is in the bag, and I now look forward to some better news from my onco within a week or 10 days.
(By the way, Grrrrrrrrrreat news from you yesterday, John. I'm delighted for you, mate!)
The afternoon appointment with my GP was thorough, tests have come back clear, apart from the usual low haemaglobin. and his frank opinion is that I was hit by the 'real flu'as opposed to the usual 'man flu'.
To be honest, Lynn was convinced I had SWINE FLU, and she may have been right) lol
I was also reprimanded for allowing my temperature to rise to such dizzy heights for two days.
WHAT A BLOODY CHEEK!
You can't get a doctor out, you're too ill to go to the practice, an 'out-of hours GP' simply diagnoses you by phone and suggests you visit your doctor (duh!!)
and the only alternative would have been a trip to the local third world district hospital, and certain death!!
Thank God for my bountiful hoard of codeine and paracetamol pills.
On a serious note, for all you guys it could concern, I've now been told by both my onco and my GP that I am now so run down after over seven years of the battle, that I'm going to be prone to every little bug that comes along, and should expect to be laid low regularly.
I kinda knew that!
So...what the fcuck do I do with all my visiting rugrats?
Does anyone take in untrainable grandkids?
Is there such a thing as a 'Little bugger De-bugger'
Hey, the Queen was in Jarrow this morning, to officially open Tyne Tunnel 2.
What an inconsiderate old biddy she is these days.
First of all, we have our roads blocked off for 3 hours, and then she has the nerve to knock on my door, unannounced and uninvited, at 9.30am, to ask how I was doing!!
Bloody 'ell. I was hurried out of bed, unwashed, unshaven, my hair looking like Ken Dodds', and wearing my Sunderland 1973 FA cup winners pyjamas...and then I'm supposed to be POLITE???
I spoke in the broadest Geordie dialect I could muster and she buggered of after 60 seconds - and i swear it wasn't the royal wave I got....it looked suspiciously like the 'Royal Finger' gesture.
And how has YOUR morning been? LMAO
A Ha ! Come before ya George !!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou and me need a serious chat. I am around all week, so text me. Some health issues need addressing for you I think ?
DELIGHTED to hear that you are bouncing back though George. In fact, I was SO WORRIED about you, I even had a chat with our Terry. That'll tell you eh ?
KEEP THE RUGRATS AWAY !! Failing that, here is some advice ....
George,
ReplyDeleteGREAT to hear you are feeling better.
With that and the good news from John, this is a GOOD day!!
Sorry to hear the Queen disturbed you!. When I met her in Birmingham last week I suggested she may call on you as you were not feeling too well. Sorry she knocked on your door so early, 9.30am really is inconsiderate.
A fair has set up here overnight so we may go later.
There are some rides I think should be good!!!
what's 12 inches in centimetres?
ReplyDeleteLooks like none of us are in with a chance!
George good to see you back posting, missed you !!
ReplyDeleteTell the rug-rat owners that as your immunity is low to stay away, of second thoughts, send Lynn to their homes and let you sleep in peace !!
George, I was really worried when I learnt that you'd had some really high body temperatures and knowing how they can affect the brain my concerns for you rocketed but then I remembered, what brain and stopped worrying!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you're on the mend.
p.s. I've just sold my Browning 10 shot semi-auto shotgun to a chap just up the road from you in Bishop Auckland and he's said he's more than happy to do some duck shooting for you.
Thanks Elise, but I'm going to forget all about my health issues.
ReplyDeleteToo much dwelling on them doesn't help my sheer kamikaze optimism - and that has been my number one weapon over the past 7yrs.
I intend to be around till I reach 70 (at the very least) and there is no way on earth I will miss out on my big expensive present in 2020.
That '69 Joy' number plate already has my hefty deposit on it! lol
Mike? You have seriously pissed me off...telling Queenie to pop in on me so early this morning.
I told her "I don't care how many curses you put on me...I am NOT buying your tacky old 'Charles & Diana clothes pegs!".
Chris, I'm just going to have to wear a surgical mask 24/7 at home. Geeeez, the neighbours will be thinking...Whacko Jacko Hardy is rapidly deteriorating now!
Roger? You're a bloodthirsty savage, and I hope your new doggy 'TEDDDY' bites your southern arse!
Why must you go round shooting defenceless rabbits, ducks, monkeys....and whatever other poor creatures invades your acres??
Hey Rog? I was looking for a disgusting 'fat arsed man mooning' picture' then I found this and relented.
You like, Biggles?
George.........thanks & good to see you back.........& on form..!!!
ReplyDeleteYou'd normally have a pair of 50 cal Brownings at the pointy end of a Mitchell but I suppose a farty blaster is just as effective.
ReplyDeleteYes, I like!
I remember having one of those planes as an Air Fix Kit, don't remember seeing an arse sticking out of the front though! Must be a special edition.
ReplyDeleteAlthough that would be absolutely funny in the event of a Royal Fly past, a spitfire, a hurricane and an arse wielding Mitchell...
Hi George.
ReplyDeleteAs for the ankle biters, their immune system is probably just as frail as yours. Let them bite go for your ankle and see if they get baby flu... They'll get them off your back (or ankles) for a while anyway.