Tuesday, 14 October 2014

The Very Serious One Part Two




Well it has arrived. 
The letter with an appointment to get my bump/ thing removed. The appointment is surprisingly very soon, I seriously thought I would get a bit more notice. The date for the knife job is Friday 17th October 2014 AD at  1:00 pm (13:00)  ONE O O PM? WHAT SORT OF TIME IS THAT? I was hoping for 4 or 5  pm ( that’s 16:00 OR 17:00 for those of you who use mobile/cell phones to tell the time).  I could have quietly slipped our of work saying nothing (quietly slipped out of work saying nothing-is that a double negative?) .I wanted to say nothing and see if anybody noticed anything-NOW I have to leave at an odd time-or else take the day off-more on that later. Now I CAN cancel the appointment and book another one –but if I do that I know I just won’t bother with a new one-or just keep putting this off-after all, apart from pretty off putting to look at what harm is it doing?
Now the way the letter is worded has left me afraid-very afraid. It does not mention whether I am getting a general or a local anaesthetic (God bless the guy who suggested putting a spell checker on my lap top). And it’s the notes about the general anaesthetic that scare me-I have to have someone with me to drive me home and to have somebody keep an eye on me for 24 hours after being discharged. I can think of at least 2 or 3 people I would LIKE to do this job. It also said that “very occasionally an overnight stay is necessary.” I can think of much much more important cases than me needing an overnight stay. I am always reading of REAL patients lying on trolleys for a day(or longer) waiting for a bed
Now there IS a phone number for questions-and I AM going to phone first thing tomorrow.
On the other hand-the fact that I may have to stay in overnight will give me a very good excuse to nip into a certain bookshop and get a couple of books “just in case.”(and the answer is yes to THAT question).
And the worst, the very worst thing about this is…it’s the same lunatic who pulled at it furiously the other night there. I can see him sitting there in the place where they do  cigarette in mouth with a Stanley knife, bottle of detol ,a packet of band aids and a 3 year old copy of “Dermatology for Dummies” with a couple of post its sticking out.
But I suppose what I am most on about was –I wanted to be quiet and secretive about it. Now it looks like it’s not the in there ,snip snip,pat on the head and out again job as I thought.
To be continued/concluded...

Thursday, 9 October 2014

sorry folks VERY serious one-will be deleted pretty quickly-suggestions helpful



Let’s  see, now where do I start this? Right, I remember when I was 12 or 13 I was getting some jag (shot, injection-call it what you want). Oh just remembered there may be some rough words in this-depends how angry/mixed up I am when I type certain parts, to emphasise I will put what was going on in my in red in brackets ( like this ok?) ok? it’ll make a point. I digress-back to the story. The shot was a stamp circle thing that rose after a while if you were ok. When the doctor jabbed me hr noticed a little lump on my arm-“hmm “ he said and circled it with a ball-point and said –“Don’t be washing that off.” I thought nothing of it. Over the years this little lump grew, but I never thought of seeing a doctor about it. But I was pretty aware of it. It was only when I was in my mid to late 20s did I think about doing something. I was sent to a dermatologist. He looked at and told me I had a something called neurofibromatosis and it was hereditary. When asking back home I discovered that nobody else had this-nor did any of my 2 sisters and 4 brothers. He also told me that if I were to have children the chances of me passing this on was 2:1. By now I had at 2 more of these lumps –one on my other arm (not as big or visible as the first one) and one between 2 toes on my right foot. I call this my sixth toe (incidentally only one person other than the doctor has seen this…Carolyn, who I met on the cycling/irish language holiday). I was told that if I got the big one removed it would leave a scar and may grow again. I have been with the dermatologist twice since then- on the 3rd visit I was told by a new dr. the surgery would be pretty complex and my arm would be permanently numb but “I would get used to it.” ( now, I take the verb contrary to new levels-believe you me, I would go out of my way to make sure I would not get used to it.) So I thought I’ll just live with it.
Fast forward to pretty recently. Some family members have pointed to my main lump and have asked me “Is that thing getting bigger?” I would say no-but on looking at it I wondered if they were right. I have also noticed what I think is another one starting. This was becoming an obsession with me and I have started seeing what I fear is other ones starting. Now I have seen a couple of TV shows with people who have this thing much, much worse than me. If I had children and passed this thing on to anybody I would never forgive or be able to live with myself-so I just avoid that possibility.
     My brother has a wee girl who is just passed her 2nd birthday and she is starting to say words I recognise. One day she grabbed my arm, pointed at my bump and said “What’s that?” the first time I understand what she is saying is that. So that got me thinking, maybe I SHOULD do something.
So, appointment is made with a new dermatologist. My appointment was for 18:15 but I was not seen until 19:40. He was reading my medical notes –and then prodded my big bump with the nib of his pen –there is now blue pen marks on my bump. Then he grabbed it tight with his finger and thumb and pulled it back and forward ( holy mother of God he is going to burst this fecking thing) “That hurts “ I said. Then HE said “You do not have neurofibromatosis, that is just a blocked up sweat gland.” 
“What?”  “You do not have neurofibromatosis, that is just a blocked up sweat gland.” 
“But TWO other dermatologists have told me that is neurofibromatosis . That has been hanging round my neck for the past 30 odd years, and now you are telling me this?” He then said “Yes, I will book you in to get it removed.”  “But what risks are involved?” I said “What about the numbing?” He said “No numbing-very simple procedure, cut it out, over in 15 minute.” Pause “Then we will know what it is” (I am wondering what the feck is going here? I want to ask him if he is a real doctor or if he is in a hurry to get home.).  “But you just TOLD me what it was” “We will knw when we take it out” (but the other bloody doctors KNEW almost immediately what it friggin’ was-are you even a dermatologist? Have been given the wrong specialist?) I was in a kind of state of bewilderment “But TWO other doctors have told me this IS neuro… and now you’re saying you don’t know?” My bump was still a bit sore from his grab. He said that the appointment would be in a few days time. At times I felt like I was in one of those shows like the office and I was looking for a camera to look into and give a puzzled look.
So now I am pondering on two/three things- do I call my own doctor and ask for a second opinion (saying why of course)? Do I go to the surgeon and ask him/her about the risks involved, and the risks seem too much, I’ll say “I’ve changed my mind.” (knowing MY luck the specialist will actually be him and he’ll be standing there with a stanely knife,a bottle of tcp and a band-aid).
But seriously you do not know the weight this thing has been on my mind all these years. I thought I had one on my throat, I got it removed-turned out it was something else-maybe these things are something else too. But if one of these things DID manage to grow somewhere I could not hide it-I fear what I would do.But again, if I find out he’s right and it IS just a blocked up sweatgland….I need to make up for lost time.
I could show you a photo of it-but sometimes I find it very scary myself.
Sorry folks that was a VERY serious one-REALLY  needed to get that out of my system
To end on a brighter note –we had a boring serious course at work. There was 3 or 4 one liners that I just could not resist. At then of it a few people came over to me laughing saying “Crumbs, you were on form today all right” and told the others in the office what I said. Nice to see I’m good at something.

Saturday, 4 October 2014

Are You Insane?



The good, the bad and the whatever you make it. This is another of them ones were you decide what goes where.
         I’m not in a particularly good place at the moment folks. I know things could be a heck of a lot worse, and I’m sure a literally countless number of people would kick me in the nadgers and ask to swap places with me. And I KNOW talking’s good and all that, but when I have talked in the past, things usually got worst, or nothing happened.  

Two people I know who are very good friends appear to have had a very bad falling out, which is a shame. I am jealous of these two and wish I had a good friendship like these two have. Too be honest, with the small circle of friends that I have I could not trust any of them to discuss a problem with. Life is far too fucking short for grudges. I had a big falling out with a very good friend (I blame his wife and Amway actually)-there’s a long story about this one. We did make up after a while-but things are not quite the same (this happened almost 20 years ago) THEN about 9 or 10 years a go he packed his bags and moved to Scotland and he told EVERYBODY except me-I only heard through a 3rd party about 2 weeks before he moved.I DID hold a grudge about this, but after a week of his leaving I sent him a letter (a hand written one) wishing him all the best and thanking him for introducing and nurturing my love for cycling and the outdoors. Since then I (and someone else) go over there once a year for a weekend cycling. Last year on one of those trips when the 2 of us were alone he apologized for not telling me about his move to Scotland. I told him there was no need as I had forgotten all about that. Mind you, I STILL tone things done when she is about.So you two-sort this out, so I can keep on being jealous of yous.
I am smitten by the woman who runs my favourite bookshop in Derry. Now I have great chats with her when I go in there. She is a poet and I bought a copy of her great little book. She gave me a free copy a cd with her on it too. She has a little typewriter museum in her  shop. The last time I was in she lent me a copy of her own favourite poetry book (with some cds) –and said that she trusted me to take care of it. When she gave it to me, she fondly wiped it clean with a cloth. And I thought “wow-she really treasures this.” I told her of a CD that I have – “Up A Tree”- Looper, which has an incredible piece on it, that is almost a poem called “Impossible Things #2” that has the sound of a typewriter going through it, and that I was thinking about it on the way over-and that I’ll lend her my copy when she is open again on Wednesday. When I came out with one of my one-liners she remarked to as customer she likes my sense of humour. Now I can guess what some of you are saying, and I am going to quote Xander-or was it Chandler (never saw the answers) “Tell her I like her? Are you insane?” and “I don’t handle rejection well, funny considering all the practice I’ve had.” And there is a 13-14 year age gap, she smokes -but that gap is the main worry.
Any ways, like I said before a very good friend that you can talk too/listen too is a Godsend and for those of you who have friends like that I am so, so  jealous of yous –put any troubles you have behind you,sort things out-and if yous can’t you have my condolences. And if I have angered/annoyed anyone here I am sorry.
Saving up for a new camera, my niece/god daughter is trying to get me to buy one that is almost £2000 –the one I want is just over £800. I can see one of her reasons for getting the expensive one, but I can see her sweet talking her uncle gerdy into lending her his new expensive camera. I hate to admit it, with a bit of a push I could save for that one by Christmas-but to be honest the difference could almost pay for another trip to the states or even  Galway.
OK? Now I’m off to drown my sorrows in a Hank Williams song or two.
And here’s “Impossible Things #2” I think this is £$%%$!! Amazing. If yous don’t like I don’t care-if she does not like it, I don’t know what I saw in her anyway. Ignore the dreadful video this has nowt to do with the group-just listen to it.