It does happen
Yesterday was a bad day.
They happen from time to time and are a real bummer when they’re around.
It started early with the infernal six o’clock awakening. It was around that time I did yesterday’s brainfart partly to pass the time. It was after that that things really got out of hand.
It was the unrelenting pain, and for some strange reason I got so wrapped up in the pain that I forgot to take pain killers. Then there was the feeling of gloom and an apparently endless series of complications fucking up my life and the lives around me. All in all my world was in a real fucking mess.
At some stage during the morning I got a phone call from the doctor who is looking after Herself. Apparently she now has Covid! Naturally the only place she could have caught it is in one of the hospitals here. It’s true what they say about hospitals – go in sick and come out sicker. Anyhows the doctor is aware of my situation [“a rhinectomy? Wow!”] which apparently impressed him so instead of packing Herself home now they’re holding on to her until Monday.when they hope [hope?] she won’t be infectious any more.
This of course is just another fucking complication. Daughter has set up a brilliant system of support with carers and physiotherapists lined up for visits during the weeks. Of course all of this had to be put on hold when Herself took her latest ambulance trip. now daughter is trying to reactivate the plan but now has the added complication that a week after Herself comes home, I’m going to disappear for God knows how long. Who is supposed to look after Herself?
Then I started worrying about my operation and the implications of it. I did the one fucking thing I tell everyone not to do – I checked the Interwebs. The more I checked the gloomier I became as I discovered from all the medical sites that I’m already dead. Cheerful? But they’re all American sites and apparently have a gloomier outlook for cancer sufferers and they knew little about nose cancer anyway. Fuck that. I shut down the Interweb and went down to the village for coffee.
Sadly at this stage the weather was fine if a little windy but I was carrying my own little thunder [and lightening] cloud over me so I just wasn’t in form for chat. I think they were glad when I left.
I decided to end the day early so I took my medications and went to bed. That didn’t work. At around two in the morning I started rooting around and found lots of pills and capsules. I’m not sure what some of them were but I took ’em all anyway. That worked.
Today I woke to a sunnier disposition. Life is worth living again [that is, as soon as the first batch of pain killers kicked in]. I fired up the Interweb and discovered all the messages you lot have left. I don’t know what to say. I’m humbled. How can I influence so many when I’m just a solitary old bloke rabbiting away on a Wicklow hillside? It doesn’t make sense [to me, at any rate].
i can’t answer all the comments, though I will say to Bill Sticker that the article doesn’t actually say that sugar feeds the cancer – they’re more worried that it will lead to weight gain which can complicate things. That was my take anyway.
Enjoy the new day.
New Labour Day? Heh!
Sounds like a horrible day. Unrelenting pain is the worst. It zaps the body, mind and spirit. I hope today is better for you. Sorry to hear Herself has covid, the hits just keep on coming for you guys. Do you have home health aides (what they’re called in the States) or the equivalent in Ireland? It sounds like your daughter is on top of things though and will have it all worked out for when you’re in the hospital.
We do indeed have home help and in fact Daughter works for one of the companies. She’s busily organising help for myself and the Missus as I will be useless as a carer for a while. The only real problem is for the period when I@m in hospital as the Missus will basically require 24hour care which id=s phenomenally expensive, running to many thousands of €uro. We’ll work something out.
Fek me! We may actually be useful after all. 🙂
Good one Grandad.
Of course you are! 😀
You have a wonderful daughter. If you and herself did nothing else you produced and raised her. Good on yer.
But you have done more than that. You have inspired all of us. Amused us, educated us, inspired us. Thank you.
We all want to leave the world a little legacy when we go. I haven’t founded any great industries or made any great scientific discoveries but I [we] have produced a wonderful daughter who is bringing up three lovely kids of her own. That legacy is my greatest pride.
Our elder daughter is being magnificent while Senora O’Blene is so ill.
That’s what good gals do when the chips are down…
They can be a right pain when they are younger [those teenage years!] but we are being repaid a thousandfold.
Well, I’ll say this. There are no academic studies to prove definitively that Cancer loves sugars. However, there are a lot of stories out there about how people claim that by ditching the sweet stuff, that their tumours have shrunk and sometimes disappeared entirely.
I can only tell you with certainty that I’ve been doing ultra low carbohydrate for six months. Various moles and skin tags I’ve had for years have vanished during that time.
A ‘professional’ Dietitian will tell you that what I am doing is ‘dangerous’. But seeing as most think the ‘food pyramid’ is still valid does not fill me with much confidence about their expertise.
I have been following your carbohydrate diet with interest. As for cancers and sugar, it’s a little late in the game for experimenting at this stage. A grand drop of sharp Sheffield steel is what’s required now.
“How can I influence so many when I’m just a solitary old bloke rabbiting away on a Wicklow hillside?”
Speaking strictly for myself, (although I it wouldn’t surprise me if others here agree), there is a great deal of value in all that you post. Your posts reveal the good and the not so good of everyday life on your little piece of the mountain. These are not altogether different from our own pieces of our mountains.
At one time or another we are all in the same boat and it can be comforting to an extent to know that at times we will have company in that boat. (Just don’t drink more than your share of Jameson from the rations!)