Wednesday, July 25, 2012

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE!

Showing the brighter side, this is a pic taken by Rotarian Lynne Cooper at a recent Strathdale Rotary Club meeting where I was guest speaker. Pictured with me are my friend/support worker Roberta Exell (left) and Rotarian Helen Steele.


After all the 'doom and gloom' of my recent blogs, I have been waiting patiently for things to improve. Guess what? They haven't! But my patience has been rewarded by a friend requesting this blog title ("Always Look on the Bright Side of Life") on my radio program a couple of weeks ago. For those who don't know it, the song was written and sung on the movie, Monty Python's "Life of Brian" by Eric Idle. After hearing it, I had to agree it was good advice, regardless of how I had been feeling.


The only other 'upside/downside event' in my extremely quiet and dull existence was the brief episode of a dating site contact with a lady who turned out to be in the United Kingdom. Upon checking out her profile (which informed me she was 57 with a four year old daughter -???), she revealed her younger sister had put her profile on the website and "must have made a mistake with her age" which was, in fact, THIRTY! Thinking once my age was revealed that would be the end of that, I gave her my birthdate (yes, the honest one!) and was surprised when she told me my age was 'just a number' to her and "it's what is in your heart that matters most".



Still convinced that any kind of association with a lady so far away in the U.K. was doomed to failure from the outset, I was further surprised when - three days later - she told me she was about to book her flight out to meet me and would be arriving, with her daughter, in Australia the following week! She assumed they would be moving in with me... then came the inevitable question - could I help her out with her air fares!!! I hastily did a backflip and informed her that a guy like me who lives off his disability pension couldn't possibly pay upfront for flight tickets from England, regardless of the fact that I would relish the thought of welcoming a 30 year-old lady into my life.



And that, my friends, was the end of that!



Since then, my days "off" dialysis (Mondays, Wednesdays, Sundays and Mondays) have seen me sitting at my computer, eating and watching TV on my own with no visitors other than my support workers (I have to wonder where all my friends have gone?). The only breaks from this regular routine have been my Friday afternoon radio programs and when I attended a recent afternoon concert at the Bendigo Club which featured artists from this years Tamworth Country Music Festival. I also have a cards night with friends once every month or so.



In closing this blog, I must say thanks to both Joy G. and Hank for your comments on my last blog. Both very much appreciated - and yes, thankfully, my knees are almost back to 'normal'.

Monday, July 2, 2012

THE DOWNSIDES CONTINUE...

When are they going to end!

My most recent debacle came on Saturday... three days ago.

I was showing one of the nurses at dialysis how to operate my new chair and ended by giving him a demonstration of how fast it can go as I left the ward on level 2. I continued on my rapid journey to the lift, the doors of which were about to close, so I shot in there at a rate of knots and, unfortunately, couldn’t slow down in time and my momentum carried me full pelt into the wall on the opposite side of the lift. Both my knees bore the impact!

The pain was excruciating to say the least (I almost said ‘damn’), so I sat there with tears of agony running down my cheeks until the pain abated long enough for me to hit the ground floor button to take me outside to my waiting taxi. A very bumpy ride home followed, adding to my misery, and by the time my carer arrived to put me to bed I had also developed an extremely painful stomach upset which had to be taken care of before I could retire for the night.

One severely bruised right knee and one very swollen left knee is the result, both extremely painful to move, but at least I CAN move them, so there doesn't appear to be any broken bones. The pain still hits when I go over any bumps and my legs have any sudden, unexpected movement or when I am lifted by my overhead hoist from my chair to bed – and back. My carers have to be support workers in the literal sense at this point and take any weight off my legs when I transfer.
Hopefully this is the end of my run of bad luck for a while.

The moral of this story for me is “Don’t show my new chair off to anyone until I have learned how to control its speed”!