Progress report on arm says 'Good progress!'

 

I really ought to have posted earlier, knowing how some of you had been seriously concerned, and which hasn't also been exactly helped by my long silences. 

However, on Xmas Eve the free-movement orthopaedic 'sleeve' on left arm was removed after two months wearing, which itself had followed a full month of plaster-cast with sling. At the time of removal I was worried that it might have been too soon as it felt at risk of being exacerbated by inadvertant sudden movement, like when you drop something. Even now I can't extend that arm fully. But after a session with physiotherapist nurse, and since then several-times-daily exercise of that limb real progress has been discernible. I'm still unable, for instance when eating, to get the fork in left hand to reach my mouth, but it's getting closer by the day. That's the current greatest 'inconvenience' which itself is not a big deal as I simply have to use the other hand to shovel it in, though hopefully for not much longer. (Nor can I, incidentally, use my left hand to....erm....'pick my nose'!) So there's no genuine cause to complain at what the hospital have most ably achieved, and I have to say that they certainly look after one - and all for free on our National Health Service, the equivalent of which all 'developed' countries have - well, nearly all. My greatest worry is if I might happen to keel over again at any time (which might very well finish me off!) so now have to be ultra-careful and extra slow in my ambulations, especially au dehors.

By the way, although it was classed as a 'broken arm' there was no fracture in the traditional sense of a bone splitting. What happened was that one of the two bones in the forearm (radius or ulna? I don't know) came away from the 'hinge' in the middle of the arm. When my X-rays came through the consultant wanted to show them to me but, being of the squirmy-squeamish type, I declined his offer. But I've now had several sessions of X-rays, and with the last ones his verdict was that it's "mending nicely" - which I can only assume that the 'separation' is now coming back together by itself. Can only hope so. Don't want to think too much about the details. 

So that's it. With more such good luck there shouldn't be any need to post more on ths 'Me-Me-Me!' subject which, anyway, must make for a boring read.

Thanks for all the good wishes. Hope it's now just a matter of (short?) time before we're back to 'normal' again! Cheers!

After-injury mending slowly

 

This bandage, left pic, is not quite as small as my own (+sling), mine extending from wrist up to just below left shoulder. 

Yesterday made three weeks since 'it' happened, my arm being kept immobilised ever since - though the exposed left hand itself works fine. After several visits to hospital, involving a number of x-rays, I went once more yesterday, hoping to get final verdict as to whether surgery will be  - or far, far preferable - may not be necessitated. Well, that's not quite what happened, but it is looking rather more hopeful than otherwise. Following a further number of x-rays, on examination the consultant told me that under the bandage and plaster, it appears that self-mending is progressing satisfactorily. A dull pain around the elbow joint is ever-present though bearable, not really requiring alleviation via paracetamol. I am to return after a further three weeks when the plaster will then be removed, hopefully permanently, and if on examination the 'repair' has continued it could be likely that an operation should not be needed. You can imagine the relief I've felt, albeit not yet definitively a 'no operation'.

So, I've been coping thus far since the 1st Oct (in a period which included my turning 78 - not exactly the 'happiest' of my b/days!) and since I've managed the last three weeks alone without any assistance, I'm pretty sure that if I'm careful I can certainly manage another three. For the first time since Sept I'm at last feeling a bit elated.

Tomorrow I go to another hospital again, one that specialises in head injuries, to (I hope) have it confirmed that my facial injuries (extensive dental damage excepted) need no further treatment. So of course I can only hope that that will bring further better news for me.

Thanks to all those of you who've sent so many sympathetic messages to me. Pussies Bobby and Sloopy send you their own thanks too!

Trouble hits big time - and it hurts

Just to put it out there, I'm in something of a fix right now. Rather nasty accident last Tues - tripped over on road outside, broke left arm, smashed most of front teeth, leg and hand injuries........and happening just round the corner from my home, 200 yards away, returning from (of all things!) a visit to the doctor's. My worst accident and injuries ever! - and all just a handful of days from my 78th - not that I was going to do anything special anyway.  Left arm been in plaster since the 'event'. I find out tomorrow morn if an operation is needed. It may not be, which I'm hoping is the case (but of course), but more likely than not it is going to be advised. Not only have I never had any operation before, I've never had any hospital stay in my life. My biggest concern is, possibly unsurprisingly, feeding and caring for my two cats. But one thing at a time.

So, this is just so as you all know. If any of you care to comment, though using this laptop in my present condition ain't easy, I will read them all and try to acknowledge when and if I can.

Stoppit.........PLEASE!!!!

 

I've just about had enough! Why, oh WHY are the British TV networks, (including the BBC, of all bodies!) so darned obsessed with the projected reunion of group 'Oasis' to undertake a world tour, now 15 years after their break-up following the estrangement, now apparently reconciled, of brothers Liam and Noel Gallagher? It's even been second news item on some channels for three days! Is it that flaming important to the world, I ask you? Who cares, and I can't honestly think that there are that many who do, certainly not enough to merit such a high place of 'importance' on our news programmes? I definitely don't! Strewth! STOP IT. Just STOP IT NOW!!! 

(Now, if the Beatles had re-united around, say 1984, - okay, since writing this I realise that by then Lennon wasn't with us - now that would have been something to really make a song and dance about).

Broken-heart time, half of world-famous gay penguin couple dies.

 

Sphen (here left), the elder at 11 years, has died at their home in Sydney Sea Life Aquarium. His partner, Magic, younger by three years - and this will surely touch you, as it's brought myself to the edge of tears - was shown Sphen's body to help him know that his best friend will not return - at which he started 'singing' and was joined by other penguins in the colony. I'm now weeping!  Oh, cruel world!

Our latest 'bogeyman' - Charlotte Dujardin (bogeywoman/person?)

 

This makes me sick just to write about it. Shortly before travelling to compete in the Paris Olympics as part of the British equestrian team, Ms Dujardin C.B.E., set to become our country's most-gold-medals-ever-won female champion, has pulled out following the release of a video showing her training a horse to 'dance' in dressage, the dismounted 'she' using a whip on it its legs twenty four times as she follows the frightened creature around the indoor arena making it buck in obvious pain - minutes long. She now says she's "ashamed" but the video is four years old, and it was an "error of judgment"! Yeah, well done for such penetrating insight! Cripes! So are we seriously to believe that when this video was secretly filmed it just happened to be the only time she'd ever used this 'technique' and has never done it since? If she used that method to clinch the gold for dressage in Tokyo 2020 - and it having been 'successful' - why would she not have continued with that animal torture right up to these Paris Games? The only thing she's sorry about is that she's been exposed for the monster she is, rather than have another chance to grin ear-to-ear, mounted triumphantly on her tortured, 'dancing' beast. (Various animal welfare titles and charities have now been stripped from her). It, of course, remains in serious question whether any other members of our team now on their way to Paris had been aware of her antics - and, even worse, were any of them themselves guilty of following her 'successful' practices, perhaps trying to emulate her results with so much at stake? 

There are also issues as to why the video has only now being released, four years later - possibly a Dutch attempt to sabotage our team's chances in this event, it's been suggested. We don't know for sure yet. Whatever, I found watching it so unbearable - shown in full several times on both BBC and ITV channels - that I've had to change to a different, any channel.

This woman, already decorated as a 'Commander of the British Empire' (hate that title!) was on the road to being created a 'Dame' (as in Dames Judi Dench & Maggie Smith) by His Majesty King Chuck himself (our lovely Queen Camilla by his royal side), for crying out loud! - and she most certainly would have been made so if she'd won another gold, her formerly prospective elevated title now being shelved, at least for the foreseeable future - unless she's 'exonerated' of course. (Ha ha!)

Now although this issue had been headlines on all our news channels, yesterday alone we also had reports of a twelve-times stabbing in Kent (next-door county to me) of an army officer who is now still struggling to stay alive, as well as an incident at Manchester airport where a man resisting arrest and on the floor, was kicked in the face by a policeman who then stamped on his head. These human horror stories are certainly serious enough, hardly imaginable both, and some would maintain, perhaps not unfairly, that these are far more important than the report of a horse being mistreated, albeit severely. But animal sufferings cut especially deep down into me, and ones like this - which didn't have to happen - really make me mad.

Anyway, having got that off my chest (no, it's still there!) I can't wait for tomorrow when the Games really begin. I just love, love, LOVE the Olympics every single time they take place!!! - athletics events above all! - and this time the clocks of our country and that of the Games' host are a mere one hour apart so a whole lotta live TV coverage to watch. Lovely. Bring 'em on!

British General Election over and done with, thank goodness.

 

So - after little more than one month of campaigning we now have in Keir Starmer a new Prime Minister - and a Socialist to boot (which some evangelicals, of whom we have negligibly few here, may class as 'Communist', which is just risible!) though he's actually more likely to be socialist in name rather than in practice. Nevertheless, I'm reasonably content (so far) with the result. More delight felt at having had the Conservatives chucked out with their worst result in history than Labour's stonking triumph with their own best ever result in terms of seats won.

The direction I come from is having voted Green in every election for 27 years - at least whenever there was a Green candidate option. If there wasn't a Green I'd go Liberal Democrat (mainly because of their very pro-European Union stance) though without an equivalent enthusiasm.

The Greens managed to quadruple their number of seats won.... to four! - out of a total House of Commons membership of 650. I'm happy at that. Though still minuscule, if these four are anything like as vocal, measured and effective as the last sole member was, she having stood down this time after 10 years dutiful service, it should raise the profile of Green issues, which I rate as the single most grave threat (even certainty?) facing the world - before everyone is either drowned or burnt to cinders in the final conflagration. This won't happen in my own remaining time but I feel ever more sure that it's now pretty well past any hope of avoiding dire, horrible fates to come. I can only fervently hope that I'm wrong, but even so I cannot comprehend how anyone having children for whom they have regard - and especially grandchildren - can possibly be a climate-change denier in the face of the ever-accumulating evidence while the small percentage of scientist deniers dwindles yet further. Of course many of us are madly exasperated at China's uncaring, reckless behaviour above all, though I'll have to write at length on that subject another time.

So we've kicked out our first Hindu P.M., Rishi Sunak - hardly the worst ever though, frankly, not far from it. He was our first non-Christian, non-Jewish, non-atheist (openly), political leader - and, frankly, none the worse for having been of his faith, towards which I had quite agreeable feelings. Although Premier for a little over just 21 months, Sunak was the richest P.M we've ever had. His wife being a billionaire (through inheritance), he himself reputedly has more money than our King Charles himself!

Now Sir Keir (rhymes with 'near') Starmer will have to prove himself. Under our crazy first-past-the-post electoral system he's won two-thirds of the seats available with just one-third of the votes cast, with a thumping majority of 174 seats over all 13 other parties combined. It's actually turned out to be the most disproportionate General Election result ever in terms of relation between total votes cast and seats won. (Liberal Democrats won 71 seats - their best result in over 100 years, yet the Reform Party, although receiving over half a million votes more than the Lib Dems, won just 5 seats. That's got to be hopelessly unfair!) Starmer managed to get significantly more seats than even Tony Blair won in 1997, even though his Party's share of the national vote was 8% less than then. 

Incidentally, the newish far-right Reform Party was a major factor in the final result, deflecting perhaps as much as some few millions of votes from the Conservatives who, they considered, weren't quite as adamantly anti-(illegal only?) immigrant as much as Reform wanted. It's led by one Nigel Farage, a very familiar name here at home though maybe not so well known overseas. A blindly passionate supporter of Tr*mp, he's even spoken in America at some of the BLOTUS rallies. Attention-grabber, this dangerous and colourful Farage has now at last won a parliamentary seat at his 8th attempt! Should be....erm....'interesting'.

So, overall a strange and unique result, positive or not depending where one's sympathies lie, but which I'd rate as 'fairly promising, though by no means overwhelmingly so'. However, Starmer already gets a big  thumbs-up, even two, for having appointed, in his first few hours, the most ever number of female Cabinet members, more than a few of them taking some of the most senior offices including Angela Rayner as Deputy Prime Minister - and not before time! Rather oddly, Labour is the only one of our larger parties - as well as some smaller ones - never to have had a female leader. Even the Conservatives have had no less than three female Prime Ministers to date, even if one of them had been the totally calamitous Liz Truss, P.M. in 2022 for all of 45 days!  (Btw: Mrs Thatcher famously never allowed any other women at all to join her Cabinet during her 11-year premiership - as well as placing a bar against men with beards!)

So then, what will coming years bring? Can only wait and see - but here's hoping!