…not least because it should enhance my quality of life quite considerably.
Finally made what should be a life-enhancing decision yesterday. For years, walking or standing has been excruciatingly painful and, while I did use a wheelchair when I went out for a couple of years in the mid nineties, I never really felt comfortable (and folding chairs do flex in use, and sap energy that should be going to the wheels).
Overall, though, I tended to feel that using a chair was “quitting” in some ill-defined way (probably a guy thing!), and resisted the temptation to take to one permanently. That plus the fact that I simply couldn’t afford a rigid-framed chair (how the hell can a length of bent tube, a few straight pieces, an assortment of brackets, two cushions and a pair of wheels cost upwards of £1,000 – very upwards, in fact the sky seems to be the limit).
This week, however, I found myself tracking down second-hand rigid chairs, because since I developed heart failure, my legs have become horribly swollen, and even more painful – getting up from a chair is pure agony and, frankly, I’ve had enough.
First problem – you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a used rigid chair – or the high prices, even second-hand, in some cases. Anyway, I finally pitched up at the EPC website where they have used rigid chairs from £200.
One of the £200 chairs, a Continue reading
For openers, this article is a pleasant change from the Guardian’s “death of books imminent” hysteria/paranoia. (A shortened version of this post appears in the Comments there.)
Since I bought my Kindle in the first tranche of releases last year, I’ve probably bought more print books, not fewer – quite the opposite of what I expected or wanted (I’m running out of book space).
Partly this is in rebellion against some of the Continue reading
As I mentioned in Part 3, the echo-cardiogram I was expecting has been downgraded to an ECG administered by a GP. That is unacceptable. What follows is a copy of my letter to my GP, in an attempt to address that problem, plus the problem of getting adequate analgesia. I’ll let you know what the outcome is – if any!
Note: APH is Arrowe Park Hospital, Wirral, and St. Cath’s is St. Catherine’s Hospital, Wirral
Dear Dr. Xxxxx
The affair of my heart failure seems to be degenerating further into farce, and a dangerous farce at that, from my perspective.
Last time I saw you, you were going to refer me to St. Cath’s for an echo-cardiogram. This, apparently, has been downgraded, I know not by whom, to an ECG, to be administered by a GP “with a special interest in cardiology”. Seems to me that could happen at Devaney. I’m certainly not minded to spend £10 in taxi fares on it.
Why is it that, right from Continue reading
Do you believe that voting No to AV will strike a blow against Nick Clegg? You’re a cretin.
Do you believe that voting Yes to AV will favour the BNP? You’re a cretin.
Do you believe that AV means that your MP might turn out to have been the third choice? (Actually seen that one on Continue reading
Not for the squeamish…
Many people with COPD use a sputum pot of some sort, and it makes life much more pleasant if they can be easily reused and don’t smell.
I finally cracked this when I was laid up recovering from pneumonia and empyema. I started using a clean Continue reading
Here’s a tip for anyone with weak and/or painful hands – try Lexan tableware. I first used this on camping trips many years ago, as it’s very light and almost indestructible and, eventually, I began using it at home.
The largest item I have – a dinner plate – weighs in at a mere Continue reading
Cameron thinks some of us are.
Yep, really, that misbegotten fuckwit Cameron wants to remove benefits from people considered to be complicit in their own disability. Just how many classifications are there where that might be considered an appropriate definition (appropriate to Numbnuts, of course, not to sane people), beyond the addicts, alcoholics and the obese who seem to get up his nose the most (but Continue reading
So OK, then, I’m depressed.Depression is not just feeling fed up, or unhappy with your lot – it can be life-threatening.
I suffer from frequent, almost suicidal depression, and the drugs don’t work. SSRI’s*** make me cough so uncontrollably my lungs bleed, and tricyclics shut my brain down – can’t be doing with that.
**SSRIs do actually work, and kick in very quickly, but the side-effects are too severe to tolerate. Ditto tricyclics. Received wisdom is that both these drugs can take three weeks or so to kick in – in my experience it’s more like days.
Depression – serious to the point of suicide depression – is Continue reading
Well, my sausage stuffer arrived today, and the bugger is huge! It’s massively over-engineered and, with care, should last several lifetimes. Heavy too – 11kg.
However, it’s exactly Continue reading