I used to have some symptoms of the one
(especially continual fatigue and depression)
with bouts of energetic ataraxia;
now I have symptoms of the other.
Preparing for bed is quite a bother.
Gastric revolt, sometimes brain fog so bad
I have had to work out how to turn on the kettle
and turn off the laptop; I'm almost always cold;
the type of tiredness that makes me hope
I can die quickly, quietly from fatigue.
Currently I need to rest half-way
as I pull myself up the stairs,
and have difficulty getting out of the car
and up the 50-metre slope to it.
Yet I can drive.
updating websites and composing blogs
make me feel a little more alive.
Last week I even managed to saw two logs,
but I simply don't have the energy
to trot out my symptoms my doctor
or to become a victim of the Wellness Industry.
My latest bargain second-hand buy
folds and fits in the front well of the car.
I don't think I'll use the plastic tray.
In fact, what I was experiencing was a heart condition which I had had at least two years. I was told to drink more water to prevent dizziness and fainting. Such a wonderful Health Service in France. Eventually, after presenting myself in a state of exhaustion to the incompetent doctor with my rollator and swollen legs he wanted to call an ambulance immediately, so I could be fitted with a Pacemaker. This I refused to do, insisting that I drive home and prepare myself for a stay in hospital, unload the vegetables I had bought prior to my GP appointment. I then took a convenient bus to the hospital (2 euros, 40 kms) and checked into the Accident and Emergency Department...and 3 days later had a Pacemaker fitted...in the worst hospital I had been in since 1947 when I had my tonsils unnecessarily removed in the Belfast Children's Hospital.
ReplyDeleteI do not recommend the Central Hospital of Montauban.
Did your heart surgery happen only recently?
ReplyDeleteI tried to find your address that you had left in the comments before my departure from Scotland, to send you my postcard: As I checked your blog on my vintage mobile phone, it appeared as if your last blog entry had been weeks ago, so for maybe half an hour I surmised that you likely had passed away. Hence I thought of getting some wine - it was beer and cider instead - to hold a solitary remote wake for you. Only then I double-checked and realised my mistake.
My pace-maker was hammered (yes) in last Monday (29th September). I enjoyed the operation because I was conscious, with my head in a little blue tent. Not as enjoyable as my thighbone-head replacement (known as hip surgery) for which I was given morphine and had lovely dreams mixing in with the reality of 2 very sexy bearded assistants.
ReplyDeleteAfter the operation I was trussed up even more, and had to be very noisy to get Themto release me on Tuesday. I was literally going mad with autistic claustrophobia and hatred of hospitals. I got a lovely ambulance home (more sexy bearded men). I have refused post-operative "care" and look after the wound myself. I have been told not to use my left arm except for very essential things, such as putting on my clothes, blowing my nose, using a knife and fork..and not to life big heavy frying pans or buckets of water. I am not supposed to drive a car for a month!!!
So I have been lifting buckets of water and frying pans, and painting, and driving (the main problem there is the the wound being irritated by a seat-belt, which I don't wear anyway except in places where there might be police, such as towns. And this morning I was digging and planting, which is my favourite activity.
The weather here is quite autumnal with night-temperatures as low as 7°. I may have to start lighting the wood-stove: I can tell/smell that others are doing so. You have been having exciting weather in Scotland, I think.
Are you "dropping by" on your way home ?
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I got your splendid card this morning !!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH - TAUSEND DANK.
ReplyDeleteCan I quote it on my blog ? Are you the next Günter Grass ?
You are welcome! Feel free to quote it, albeit I don`t believe it has any literary value.
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