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John, do you have DLA or PIP? You are a prime candidate for both “help with Getting Around” (Motability) and the Care Component (help at home.) If you don’t get either, you must see your GP and/or consultant.
Use the Hepline in the Link I gave to explain your disabilities and inability to get to an NHS bowel screening, or phone your GP for a “call back” and explain the problem. Is there a Volunteer Driver system in your area, for hospital or trips to surgery or hospital? Red Cross do this: http://tinyurl.com/y9vq2ktz
Another example: http://tinyurl.com/ybg28flu
Just Google “Volunteer Drivers” in your area. Don’t let pride or ‘not accepting charity’ get between you and the right result for both you and your missus. Get help, you need it.
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I'm out.No problems with my speeds*, always around this area:
*Except I wish they were much higher, of course, but no one in my vicinity comes even close to those speeds. It’s a stable service and a 25ms Ping ain’t bad.
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I'm out.John: get the Screening Pack info here:
Probably best to use the Freephone number.
Ed and Nolan: my first operation for piles was in the Army. The only funny part was the M.O. (Army GP) who sent me to Aldershot for it. He was a real Welsh comedian – I said “I have Haemorrhoids Doc.” “No you have Piles, Corporal. Haemorrhoids is for the Haristocracy, Piles is for the Proletariat.” I had another Op for the same thing in ’82, 6 years after leaving HMF. The surgeon said that the Army Op had made a botch job. When I came here to Lincolnshire I had yet another Op. I believe that this all lead to bowel disease and a prolapse, followed by removal of part of my bowel and a Stoma. John – get it done, mate. That’s what can happen, to be brutally honest I am krapping into a bag for the rest of my life. Every morning I have to change that, sometimes twice a day. With cleaning, drying and hygiene, it can take an hour or more out of my morning.
John, I don’t have two crutches, just one. That checks my weak left side and the associated nerve damage from the repaired vertebra in 2005. I can just drop to the left with no warning, but with the crutch there I feel it and check it by pushing to the right: it has become an autonomous response by now. From behind, on a bad day, I must be a comical sight, sort of Charlie Chaplin on Steroids. ??
What would I do, if I couldn’t laugh at myself? A couple of years ago I was walking through town with No.2 Gson. Two local yobs were mocking me, Gson copped that in a shop window, turned and whacked one of them. He was only 17 at the time, but has always been a big lad. I stopped him from going further, the other yob was in the distance. I never knew that he had that kind of aggressive spirit, he is usually quite placid, but makes a good bodyguard.??
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I'm out.Good luck with the course Chris.
I have seen the results of fires in large buildings, particularly referencing the N.I. troubles. During tours of the place in the late 60’s and 70’s, I saw a lot of the results of explosions and fires, some involving gas. Blast is a very strange phenomenon: it can refuse to go around corners and bends in one building, or happily penetrate every nook and cranny in another. My section was first into one such event in Belfast, we helped as many as we could whilst avoiding insults and missiles thrown at us by sections of the populace. I won’t go into descriptions of injuries and deaths, save to say that people without any visible physical damage were stone dead. A Fire Officer told me that the fire had taken hold because certain materials designed to stop the spread, had been stripped away by blast. “Fire Doors” had been blown away and the result was what he called a “chimney effect”: corridoors and floors had simply take the fire higher internally.
A few miles away from my village, directly adjacent to an A road, there stands a large house which caught fire one night about 5 years ago, whilst the owners were absent. There was local rumour that it was an insurance fraud, but that was dispelled when it turned out that the owners were in financial difficulties and had not in fact insured the place. It stood empty and forlorn for 2 years, until the owner returned and attempted to rebuild it, having brought a caravan to live in whilst he rebuilt. Then a truck came off the road, careered into the building, destroying the rebuilt frontage and the caravan, whose occupant was a mile away at the local pub. Since then it has been offered for sale by more than one Agency, there have been lots of enquiries but no takers. According to a local Council contact, the interior brickwork is vitrified and brittle, whilst the structure is declared unstable and unsafe because of that and the frontal damage. Any buyer has to demolish and start again.
Severe heat can do strange things to an internal structure, whilst not being evident from the outer. The building is a local eyesore on the way to the coast.
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I'm out.JB: ” I keep putting off (due to medical reasons) my bowel screening test. ”
John I will give you two big reasons why you should have the test ASAP:
1 – To detect, diagnose and treat anything that is detected, before it can get worse.
2 – How will you help your missus cope, if you leave it too late and something that could have been detected, is too far along?
Chances are that you will be fine – because of my bowel disease and the Colostomy op which gave me a Stoma, I have a Bowel Screening every year. It comes as a pack in the mail, a simple procedure. I put 2 samples of my ‘exhaust’ in a special packet and send it back. They are very quick to test and respond with results. You either get a letter to say everything is fine, or an invitation to see your GP. Even the GP appointment may mean nothing: I had a scare 2 years ago which was simply my then new GP being careful, after he received the “all clear” letter from Bowel Screening. Since 2009, every one of my annual Screenings has been clear.
Taking your partner’s problems into account is realistic, but without a healthy JB able to look after her, things could be worse. And a JB preoccupied about what might happen to him, without true knowledge and facts, is just compounding the problem.
I have posted my own problem and am awaiting results, but whichever way it goes I still have to look after my SWMBO as she recovers from a replacement hip at almost 72 years of age. Today I took her to Physio and will do that every week until she is recovered. If I have a more serious problem, we will deal with it together, knowing the facts about each of our medical problems. It helps her to know the truth, and future possibilities about my health. It helps me to know the same about her. You can do nothing about what anyone else says: it’s usually this kind of krap – “I know someone who knows a guy whose second cousin had this happen…” The only action you can take is to ask friends and (usually nosy) acqaintances) not to talk about it to your missus.
Steve: no disrespect taken, we know what you mean. We all feel like mates here, although very few amongst us has met most others. I think that actually helps to talk more openly. I hope the Duchess is OK? Our Gert is defo getting better, the complaints and instructions are getting louder.??
Stay as well as possible, everyone.
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I'm out.The small Morrisons in Louth reflects Louth itself, I think. Laid-back, stuck in various centuries, none of which equate to the 21st. Stuff is scattered all over the place. Example: I asked a shelf-stacker last year why Hovis biscuits (my favourite) were in the ‘crackers‘ aisle. “Because they’re Hovis!” – “Then why aren’t they in the bread aisle?” I thought his brain was going to explode.
The large Morrisons Superstore at Laceby, between Cleethorpes and Grimsby, is much more organised and I actually like shopping there, which is unusual for me. I go there very 3 weks or so: it has recently undergone a big expansion, but after going around the aisles once we can find anything we need.
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I'm out.Just made 3 submissions, no problems here.
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I'm out.Nolan, that is similar to the consultant’s first comment, but more basic: “Bloody form letters!”
I love it when a professional from the Sub Continent uses Anglo-Saxon!
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I'm out.I second Bitdefender: only Kaspersky compares (and is better, for me.)
On Monday I updated 5 family devices to Kaspersky Total Security 2018.
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I'm out.Thanks for the morale boosters guys, much appreciated.
Alan that has been one heck of a trip through the Land of Big ‘C’. Hope you stay clear.
What irritated me slightly about the last consultation, was the letter of instructions to follow before attending. It came about 2 hours before the appointment date and followed a phone call to attend, about an hour before that. I was told to take a urine sample and all my list of prescriptions. I called at my surgery to get a sample bottle, filled it at the hospital 15 minutes before the appointed time. The consultant then told me that there was no need for sample or prescriptions: apparently he had instructed his admin staff that he no longer needed either, “Don’t they understand that I have all your notes onscreen?” Think he was much more peeved than I was.
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I'm out.Thanks, Nolan.?
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I'm out.I love Tropicana Juicy Bits, SWMBO prefers Tropicana Smooth. Monday I did the weekly shop at Morrisons, local butchers & greengocers. No Juicy Bits in Morrisons. Had a conversation with a supervisor in which I pointed out that there were plenty of Morrisons juice (from concentrate, added sugar) and no JBits. “It sells out quickly!” – “So why don’t you get more JBits and less Morrisons?” – and I walked away as her eyes glazed and her brain faded.
I have the shopping off to a T: get through quicker on my own than when accompanied, providing my List is accurate. Today I did the bi- weekly wash, dried, changed bed linen and this afternoon I will hoover the bungalow, tonight cooking again and all washing – up. Tomorrow it’s ironing.
I don’t know what women do with all their spare time…. ???
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I'm out.I’m chuffed the Duchess got Motability Steve. I remember talking about it with you in MM days. Prices are a bit up and down atm thanks to Brexit and the £ going yo-yo, but whatever models you fancy on the site, pick several cars first and take your Doris around the showrooms, ask for a good (long) test drive. Take a close look and listen to the Motability Rep: some are there to get you to get one with a hefty deposit. I always look for comfort first, for something that suits both of us.
Back to Topic: if money was no object – a comfortable bungalow, all kitted out with adaptations for two gradually deteriorating Oldpharts. Nothing massive, just lawns, a ride-on mower and lots of roses, with a semi-detached gardener. ? Problem would come when SWMBO wanted one in town and I wanted one in this village. So I would buy a plot (got my eye on one if the Euro’s come up!) and have one built. Plot is about equidistant between Louth and my village and big enough for more housing, so I would build the kids one each. With a big workshop that son, SIL and self could escape to whenever we wished, mucking about with Stationary Engines. Heaven!
And a nice, 17″ lappy, as Ed says, POE everywhere.
Yer gotta ‘av a dream.
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I'm out.Yep John, still Tea Boy. Cook, washer-up, washer, ironer, etc, etc. Bedmaker, bather, dresser, most of all recipient of complaints about everything wrong with Her Tragic Majesty and the world. Most of which appears to be the fault of (a) Men and/or (b) this particular man.
SWMBO is not doing too well today, as you may have guessed. I am on granddad duty shortly, transporting junior Gson to home from work, taking senior Gson shopping and picking up his new spec’s. Senior Gdaughter is coming up to sit and sort out grandma. I shall be happy with the break.
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I'm out.JayCeeDee:
The more I hear the more I think we’re right. She’s actually ” allergic ” to silver – brings her out in a rash. If she wanted something shiny that wasn’t yellow, she’d go for white gold/platinum. She also shares some of your missus’s ancestry, descending from mixed Romany/barge folk.
That is intriguing, John. Is your missus short? Mine is only 4’9″. “I used to be taller,” she told me when we first met “How much taller?” I asked. “An inch.” (With a cheeky grin, still has that today.)
It’s not my SWMBO who is of Romany descent, it’s me. As she reminds me from time to time – “Flippin’ Gypsies!” My gran was the Romany, born in a proper horse drawn Romany van, somewhere in the West Country. I loved that old lass, could never understand how she and granddad got together. He had been privately educated until my Gt granddad blew the family fortune in a North Staffordshire fraud case in the 1880’s. Granddad never told dad or anyone else in the family about that, I found it in researching Family History. I could never understand why Gt granddad was the owner of a pottery employing 28 workers, and granddad was a “Potter’s Earth Presser” which is, I think, a Presser or former of pottery. Then I found the case in a Staffordshire newspaper from the 1880’s.
Strange coincidence again: while researching SWMBO’s family and mine, we found a common Griffith or Griffiths ancestor back at the turn of the 18th. century. (Not clear enough on the record.) Any of those in your Missus’ ancestry? Our son & daughter are my stepkids, although I brought them up as dad and that’s what I am to them. At our first Christmas together as a family, an old friend whom I had not seen for many years looked at our son and said “He looks a lot like you Bob!” Wife, son and I looked at one another and smiled.
SWMBO is a little more active today, to the point of trying to do too much and then complaining that she cannot do what she thinks she should be doing. Certainly getting around better. I don’t know if that’s good or not. The crutches are too quiet on the carpets, she keeps sneaking up behind me, “When you’ve done that…”
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I'm out.Have to admit that I demonstrated similar impatience after my emergency colostomy in 2009. Remember that winter of ’09/10? We were snowed in at our Close, Lincolnshire had it really bad between the East side of the Wolds and the coast. A month after my Op, there were two of us oldpharts clearing paths: myself and my mate at the other end, who was and is 12 years older than me. Unfortunately he lost his wife a few years ago, whilst entering the first stages of Alzheimers. I actually alerted his daughters to changes in his behaviour: he had always been easy-going, laid back, a friend and helper to everyone. He became snappy to people, even me, and we had been mates since I moved here. I cannot see him often, it breaks me up when he doesn’t know me.
After clearing the paths, I developed a hernia over the Stoma, which is called a Parastomal Hernia. My GP was extremely annoyed with me. I asked him who was supposed to do it: I had phoned Highways, landlord, Age Concern and the SS. No one would help us in the Senior Ghetto and we could not get out. The road was cleared by a local builder and his digger, but we could not even get salt for the paths, which made it a real chore for us. Two weeks later I visited our Social Landlord’s HQ and found all their paths cleared. I asked how they did that – Oh, we have a machine! So why the “”!!!??*** did you not use it for your aged tenants? No answer, not even an embarrassed look.
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I'm out.Richard, your last has made me remember an older router I have from my ADSL days, a TP-Link 1043ND:
I’m wondering if I can use this to give my No.2 Gson a range extender to his room. His dad has ADSL in their village and speeds are around 6-7 Mbps. House is an old, solid brick built place and wireless is pants. Their router is the same as my TP-Link 9980, but walls and ceilings are anti-wireless. He could run the external Cat 6 I got him last year, up to his room.This would give him 3 more ports to play with, and Gigabit ethernet. When I first had FTTC, I used this router in combination with an Openreach modem. The combo was utter carp with FTTC and I achieved much better speeds and a stable service, with the VDSL TP-Link 9980.
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I'm out.Bought CAonce, disliked it, but I was probably spoiled by my first weekly computer mag: MM of course. I occasionally bought PC Advisor at first, then realised that MM was much more interactive and gave as much if not more, for a lot less outlay, although not as shiny! What was not contained within MM pages, could be discovered from contributors. Some of whom are still with us here on Forumite, occasionally. IMO, there is no substitute and will never be a replacement.
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I'm out.WoF‘s bàttèry, or the device he was posting on?
We need to know.
We also need to know if a bàttèry is a French power storage device….
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I'm out.John I reckon they are twins separated at birth! My SWMBO hates spending, especially upon herself. Legacy of a parsimonious dad who was a Railwayman with 3 daughters and had taken a peek into the future. He became a Stationmaster and had a very clear plan for when retirement came up. He accepted posts from Nuneaton, through Warwickshire, Staffordshire, Leicestershire and Derbyshire, which is where he was the last Stationmaster for Clay Cross, before Beeching’s cuts gave him a good redundancy package. He had always looked for a plot of land and finally found a former balcksmith shop and paddock on the Nottinghamshire/Derbyshire border. There he had a bungalow built in a beautiful spot of almost an acre, working as the builder’s labourer. The place had a tributary of the River Poulter running through it amd I was by his bedside when he succumbed to lung cancer there. Much like my own dad. I always got along with him very well and he treated me as a son, paying me the greatest possible compliment by saying “If I had had a son, I would have wanted him to be a lot like you.” To give you an idea of his dry sense of humour, he said once “I was going to build a house, but the builder had enough at one storey. So he ‘bunged a low roof on it and went home.” He also said that what sold the plot to him, was the pub behind it. I often went to the pub with him before MIL’s enormous Sunday Lunch: he used to say “Let’s go to Church Bob, where the glass prayer books have handles.”
Anyway, his saving resonated with the girls and SWMBO was his favourite, she was a tomboy who helped him build walls, fences and a shed. I have learned that if there is anything that I/We need or want which might require some expenditure, it is best to first recruit the persuasive services of Dear Daughter, who then introduces the idea to mum. Works every time. ?? DD has just departed, having been here for over 2 hours with our Gdaughter, having cheered up SWMBO very well. SWMBO is atm carrying out execises on the bed, after which she will probably zone out for a couple of hours, not before issuing Afternoon Orders.??
She has boxes of jewellery from me that rarely get worn, long ago she issued the Do Not Buy More proclamation. All gold and diamond, hates silver. Price of Gold atm, means that the insurance has to be enough to cover.
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