WeeWillie
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- Dictators who positively go out of their way to force misery, tears and fears, upon their countryman's lives.
Politicians who, in dealing with dictators, have a wishbone where a backbone should be.
Four weeks ago I went into hopital as a day patient to have a cataract removed. Unfortunately my sugar levels that morning were above the acceptable cut off point of 15, which is considered the danger level as far as a cataract op is concerned.
Ironically 5 minutes before the patient transport arrived to run me home, I said to one of nurses... out of curiosity, would you mind checking my sugar level again, hah, it was down to 12.
We just looked at each other and smiled, we both knew I could have had the op that day after all, but it wasn't to be.
Another appointment date arrived and I attended the hospital yesterday Thursday 19-9-13.
I was driven there by Patient Transport as obviously I couldn't drive my mobility car there myself due to the nature of the half hour cataract removal op.
My reading before I left home was sitting at 10, still high, but within the cut off point for the op.
An hour later, 10am, after I'd arrived at the hospital, one of the nurses checked my reading, dash it, despite having nothing to eat yeserday morning the reading had gone up to 14.1....acceptable, but she'd like to see it lower.
Six hours later!!!! the reading was down to 10. So, lying on a trolley, I was rolled into the theatre.
A pair of eyes with a female voice above a surgical mask, chirpily greeted me at my right shoulder.
A male voice above my head was next to greet me, this was the consultant, who went on to explain the procedure, which did not include any reference to chirpy eyes still looking down on me at my right shoulder.
Face mask pushed on to my, well, face, snuggly covering my eye and, as Jimmy Young used to say on his Radio 2, day-time program, "orff we jolly well go"
I very quickly realized it was chirpy eyes doing the honours, with male voice, still at my head, offering advice and giving the occasional "that's it, well done", now move that bit slightly to the left and under there.
Blimey, no wonder old chirpy eye's eyes were chirpy, she was having target practice with my left eye acting as bull's eye.
This continued for a while until male voice began to quickly jibber away followed by chirpy eyes commenting, "yes, I can see that, yes".
Soon everything stopped while male voice started talking to me, "Mr Willie, unfortunately things have not gone quite as planned, we shall have to stop the operation". "This does happen occassionaly, but don't worry, I'm going to refer you a top eye surgeon in another hospital" I'll arrange an appointment for 8am tommorow morning. You'll have an over-night stay, perhaps two if all goes well however, please be prepared for a slightly longer stay.
By now, chirpy eyes is nowhere to be seen or heard, she's simply disappeared without even a chirpy croak of a goodbye.
1:20am. 20-9-13. I no longer can see with my left eye and in another six hours I'm off to a hospital I've never had the privilege of having an overnight stay, or two, or three or four or more.
I'm not going to bed in case I miss the early morning patient transport, I'm starving, I've a headache, I'm feeling a little bit nauseous, I can't find my distance specs and me left eye hurts......
Isn't life simply tickity-boo at times, folks.
willie.
Ironically 5 minutes before the patient transport arrived to run me home, I said to one of nurses... out of curiosity, would you mind checking my sugar level again, hah, it was down to 12.
We just looked at each other and smiled, we both knew I could have had the op that day after all, but it wasn't to be.
Another appointment date arrived and I attended the hospital yesterday Thursday 19-9-13.
I was driven there by Patient Transport as obviously I couldn't drive my mobility car there myself due to the nature of the half hour cataract removal op.
My reading before I left home was sitting at 10, still high, but within the cut off point for the op.
An hour later, 10am, after I'd arrived at the hospital, one of the nurses checked my reading, dash it, despite having nothing to eat yeserday morning the reading had gone up to 14.1....acceptable, but she'd like to see it lower.
Six hours later!!!! the reading was down to 10. So, lying on a trolley, I was rolled into the theatre.
A pair of eyes with a female voice above a surgical mask, chirpily greeted me at my right shoulder.
A male voice above my head was next to greet me, this was the consultant, who went on to explain the procedure, which did not include any reference to chirpy eyes still looking down on me at my right shoulder.
Face mask pushed on to my, well, face, snuggly covering my eye and, as Jimmy Young used to say on his Radio 2, day-time program, "orff we jolly well go"
I very quickly realized it was chirpy eyes doing the honours, with male voice, still at my head, offering advice and giving the occasional "that's it, well done", now move that bit slightly to the left and under there.
Blimey, no wonder old chirpy eye's eyes were chirpy, she was having target practice with my left eye acting as bull's eye.
This continued for a while until male voice began to quickly jibber away followed by chirpy eyes commenting, "yes, I can see that, yes".
Soon everything stopped while male voice started talking to me, "Mr Willie, unfortunately things have not gone quite as planned, we shall have to stop the operation". "This does happen occassionaly, but don't worry, I'm going to refer you a top eye surgeon in another hospital" I'll arrange an appointment for 8am tommorow morning. You'll have an over-night stay, perhaps two if all goes well however, please be prepared for a slightly longer stay.
By now, chirpy eyes is nowhere to be seen or heard, she's simply disappeared without even a chirpy croak of a goodbye.
1:20am. 20-9-13. I no longer can see with my left eye and in another six hours I'm off to a hospital I've never had the privilege of having an overnight stay, or two, or three or four or more.
I'm not going to bed in case I miss the early morning patient transport, I'm starving, I've a headache, I'm feeling a little bit nauseous, I can't find my distance specs and me left eye hurts......
Isn't life simply tickity-boo at times, folks.
willie.
