10-21-2020, 11:37 PM
Jay-sus, this place has changed!
So, I was last here a little while before they turned the lights off -Â a few years ago now. Wonder if anyone remembers me.
I decided to eschew humans, the internet and TV. I still don't watch TV, I don't care who's doing what to whom and I certainly don't want it piped in to my home! I don't even know or care what's going on in Emmerdale Street, or East Oaks. We take no interest in the affairs of others!
I went to live with a comune of woodland creatures whom I hoped would teach me human ways. The experiment failed.Â
Oh yes, I nearly forgot about this! I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in March 2017. I'd began to wonder where all my physical energy was and why it was taking me half an hour to crawl up 12 stairs of an ordinary house or why I had to stop three times to get my energy and breath back walking down stairs. Warra bastid! I had my first, but certainly not my last, ride in an emergency Ambulance. I was in hospital for three weeks because of all the damage to my body. I was vomming and had acid reflux for a week, round the clock. It damaged my oesophagus and stomach and caused a Peptic Ulcer. I've been scanned and prodded more times than an alien abductee, although not anally! (I was a lady throughout!). My blood glucose levels were sky high and my Consultant, who must have been on one of those Touchy-Feely courses on how to tell patient's they're dying whilst maintaining a rictus grin, said that had I not got to hospital when I did, I might so easily have not made it! Honestly - The bedside manner of Dr Joseph Mengele.
Three months later my cholesterol levels had been fucked with enough to block an artery in the back of my heart! I have a heart! Who knew!! I was blue-lighted to Liverpool HAC (Heart And Chest Hospital), I'd had an M.I, Myocardial Infarction/Coronary/Heart Attack. I underwent a Primary Angioplasty and they fitted a Stent, or a carpet, or something! More poking and scanning!
I've been to hospital three times with something known as cholecystitis. So, that's when it burns when a cauliflower pees!? No, that's when it hurts like the bloody bejesus when your Gallbladder becomes infected and inflamed! They say the pain is worse than child birth. I'm a guy, I wouldn't know, but I have stepped on a plug a few times! It's annoying. You get a feaver, a temperature so high then so low that your brain gets confused and you get something called Rigors. Profoundly hot sweats and spikes in temperature, vomiting that makes the abdominal pain worse, then violent shivers. The bitch nurses come and take the covers off your bed and open the windows in your room. I try to resist and put them back on and close the windows but they warn I might die! Good! kill me now. I'm waiting for surgery to remove my Gallbladder. I'm not that fussed, they can have my damn Pancreas while they're at it, it's no good to me now!
Oh and what about the emergency surgery to deal with the large abscesses on my abdominal wall because I injected insulin in the same area too many times! Diabetes really us the gift that keeps on giving! I am booked to see something called a Diabetic Psychologist,because I'm naughty, eat the wrong stuff and "Forget" to take my insulin! A Psychologist, eh? Wait till I walk through his door, he'll think I'm the personification of a shrink's wet dream!
Hey, what's the difference between a street trader and a sausage dog?
Well, one balls his wears on the ground and the other wears his balls on the ground!
All this writing had better pay dividends!Â
Nos da!
So, I was last here a little while before they turned the lights off -Â a few years ago now. Wonder if anyone remembers me.
I decided to eschew humans, the internet and TV. I still don't watch TV, I don't care who's doing what to whom and I certainly don't want it piped in to my home! I don't even know or care what's going on in Emmerdale Street, or East Oaks. We take no interest in the affairs of others!
I went to live with a comune of woodland creatures whom I hoped would teach me human ways. The experiment failed.Â
Oh yes, I nearly forgot about this! I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes in March 2017. I'd began to wonder where all my physical energy was and why it was taking me half an hour to crawl up 12 stairs of an ordinary house or why I had to stop three times to get my energy and breath back walking down stairs. Warra bastid! I had my first, but certainly not my last, ride in an emergency Ambulance. I was in hospital for three weeks because of all the damage to my body. I was vomming and had acid reflux for a week, round the clock. It damaged my oesophagus and stomach and caused a Peptic Ulcer. I've been scanned and prodded more times than an alien abductee, although not anally! (I was a lady throughout!). My blood glucose levels were sky high and my Consultant, who must have been on one of those Touchy-Feely courses on how to tell patient's they're dying whilst maintaining a rictus grin, said that had I not got to hospital when I did, I might so easily have not made it! Honestly - The bedside manner of Dr Joseph Mengele.
Three months later my cholesterol levels had been fucked with enough to block an artery in the back of my heart! I have a heart! Who knew!! I was blue-lighted to Liverpool HAC (Heart And Chest Hospital), I'd had an M.I, Myocardial Infarction/Coronary/Heart Attack. I underwent a Primary Angioplasty and they fitted a Stent, or a carpet, or something! More poking and scanning!
I've been to hospital three times with something known as cholecystitis. So, that's when it burns when a cauliflower pees!? No, that's when it hurts like the bloody bejesus when your Gallbladder becomes infected and inflamed! They say the pain is worse than child birth. I'm a guy, I wouldn't know, but I have stepped on a plug a few times! It's annoying. You get a feaver, a temperature so high then so low that your brain gets confused and you get something called Rigors. Profoundly hot sweats and spikes in temperature, vomiting that makes the abdominal pain worse, then violent shivers. The bitch nurses come and take the covers off your bed and open the windows in your room. I try to resist and put them back on and close the windows but they warn I might die! Good! kill me now. I'm waiting for surgery to remove my Gallbladder. I'm not that fussed, they can have my damn Pancreas while they're at it, it's no good to me now!
Oh and what about the emergency surgery to deal with the large abscesses on my abdominal wall because I injected insulin in the same area too many times! Diabetes really us the gift that keeps on giving! I am booked to see something called a Diabetic Psychologist,because I'm naughty, eat the wrong stuff and "Forget" to take my insulin! A Psychologist, eh? Wait till I walk through his door, he'll think I'm the personification of a shrink's wet dream!
Hey, what's the difference between a street trader and a sausage dog?
Well, one balls his wears on the ground and the other wears his balls on the ground!
All this writing had better pay dividends!Â
Nos da!