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Dan, you could try them as I did: for 2 months, keeping an eye on what happens (I kept a Diary). I got the side effects I mention, GP changed the Statin scrip and I was OK. In fact the occasional dizziness I had before taking any Statins is long gone. I forgot to mention also, that having to get up for a wee in the night, is also gone, and I do feel better than I was feeling before I took Statins.
? I hasten to add that I do not have a bladder movement in the night, either! ??
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I'm out.“Pusser socks” takes me back to my big brother, who was a stoker in the RN. Of course, they didn’t shovel coal by the time he joined (early 1946) as it had oil burner engines, so he eventually went into Engineer training. He last served on HMS Nelson, the old battleship, and was slated to be an Artificer. When they decommissioned the Nelson it broke his heart, he loved the ship. A lot of his messmates left the Andrew when he did, because of that. My parents had to buy him out, which caused me problems when I joined the Mercahant and left within 2 years. When I joined the Army, big bro encouraged me, the other bro sneered and said they would have to buy me out. I served 12 years, but when I came out he got the sneery head on again, until I told him that I had seen and done more in my life than he ever would. We never got on, example from about 1980: “We just holidayed in Turkey little brother, bet you ain’t been there!” — “Yes bro, there for 4 visits in the Merchant Navy, before I was 17 – Izmir, Istanbul and some other places that I have forgotten. In fact I have forgotten more places by the time I was 17, than you will ever see!” The following year I went to Canada for two weeks, he was quiet about that.
I did get chafing from the laces as well, only on top of the feet and it rarely developed into sores, though when it did I knew about it: we just kept going then, because everybody else did and you did not want your mates to think you a wimp. So we suffered. But anything lower down never suffered in wet or desert-dry conditions. I was lucky, but I got Athlete’s foot in Denmark on a NATO exercise. Still don’t know how it happened, but I was sharing a truck with a big fat Jock storeman and I suspect he wore a pair of my socks once, although I couldn’t prove it. He was one smelly Jock, the worst of all the Scots I served with, although none of my Scottish mates liked him either. I had a little bit of revenge on return to barracks, by getting into his bunk and tying a fish behind his radiator. It took him a couple of weeks to notice.
I have to say that I use a bit of deodarant, have to stop my stoma smelling! I use Nivea, which is the only stuff that does not set my skin off with boils. Apparently I have some sort of tropical bug in my Lymph system, which cropped up years after I left the Army. A Dermatologist reckoned it was kickstarted by all the oils and fuels I came across as a mechanic, complicated by me being a hairy Neandertal. I’m hairy all over and our son is even hairier: No.1 grandson used to call him “Uncle Furry”. ?
I probably looked after my feet so much, because I loved running and wanted to keep doing it.
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I'm out.No worries Hanskty, everyone develops their own way of working. As long as it suits your purposes and gets the job done, it’s all good.
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I'm out.My GP advised me to take statins when I reached 70, almost 3 years ago, and began to get occasional dizzy spells. He sent me for a programme of tests and recommended Statins, but also gave me a printout of his own devising, regarding side-effects, and told me to contact him immediately if I experienced any. He has done quite a lot for me including standing up to one of my consultants and insisting upon certain actions being carried out correctly. I can have a good conversation with him, in layman’s terms, and he takes time to tell me the truth. So I began with Atorvastatin and gave it 2 months, whereupon I did have side effects, including sickness, diarrhoea and increased dizzy spells. I told my GP and he moved me to Pravastatin. Within a month the side effects cleared up and I began to actually feel better.
After another appointment to discuss results, he turned to me with a wry grin and said “Of course it suits you better than Atorvastin: it’s more expensive. I have learned that you are, medically speaking, high maintenance!” A good GP with a good sense of humour. Bonus.
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I'm out.EdP and Richard, I knew what I was doing when I called for your input. Thank you gentlemen, there can be nothing further to add.
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I'm out.Can’t believe that, earphones? Going Jungly in Borneo/Brunei, we had to stop washing for a week before a patrol, as apparently the Indonesians could smell Western soaps and toothpaste. I learned some years later that was all garbage: their troops were almost all city boys anyway and received very little jungle training. Don’t know how not washing would go down today, without a shower and some Lynx the kids feel naked!
I never had any problems tabbing or quick marching, used to make sure my feet were looked after. Lots of Foot Powder, one pair thin socks, more foot powder. One pair thick socks, more powder. Used to pull them all of lathered in sweat, but the mix lubricated my feet, which are still good, arches are perfect. If only the rest was as good! That tip came from a very old sweat that I knew in ’68. He had joined WWII in Italy, 1944, crossed the Rhine in a rubber boat the month I was born: March 1945.* Stayed in and was in Korea. He was on his last year of 25 when I knew him. I always listened to blokes like that, they were the ones who knew enough to survive. I could just switch off and keep going, thanks to being a distance runner. Khaki robot! ??
*A bit gobsmacking, is that. I was born as a bloke I served with, was fighting WWII. Never thought of it that way before.
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I'm out.Reason I have not just a Stoma, but a herniated Stoma: had the op in September 2009 and was told not to lift anything or do anything streuous ever again, as they noticed before the op, that the spinal op I had in 2005 was seizing up my neck, and the other damaged vertebra at the bottom was now inoperable. They said that this meant that any lifting/straining would have effects upon stomach muscles and spine, together. OK, I said.
November 2009 the East Coast was heavily snowed, thawed, snowed, frozen and snowed again, right up to March 2010, off and on. Our Close was completely snowed-in. The only 2 people who were out there clearing paths, were myself and a mate a lot older than me. We cleared the lot, with no help from our landlord, Highways or Council. Next morning I was stuck in bed, could not move. It freed off about 3 am on the next day. Dragged out, ate, slept some more. When I got up again, the left side of my stomach, where the Stoma lies, had a stonking great hernia. No kidding: my left profile looks like a beer belly, right is flat. Dumbest thing I ever did, was clear those paths. A local builder I phoned, took pity on us and cleared the roads with his digger. We bought him a case of wine.
But I can still walk: today I took my grandsons to the barbers, it’s a family tradition and we have a meal afterwards. Left the car at No.1 gsons and walked into town, about 1½ miles. They grumbled all the way, started off in front but grandad was in the lead by the time we got there. Going back was the same, they start off at a pace and I just keep going, catch them up and am there waiting at the gates. They also wear soft trainers, I wear good shoes. All that tabbing for 12 years comes in useful now and again.? If I could still go at the same pace, though, I would be there before they were halfway.
BTW, great result for you today Steve. Please don’t mention Forest, whole team has two left feet.??
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I'm out.Richard and EdP can probably inform you more about early British computing and the failure to follow it up, Steve.
Tell us about the way it was ignored, fellas.
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I'm out.Trump-inspired anti-Russian propaganda, communicated to Westminster, aided and abetted by a UK bank which listens to rumour and reacts with the kind of hysteria that ignores its own part in actions that resulted in the financial crisis of 2008. Too much Cold War-style ranting and raving.
I have used Kas for years and will not use any other IS or AV programme. The CEO has stated publicly that he will move the company out of Russia entirely, if this affair affects profitability, or if anyone can prove that the Russian government uses Kas to ‘spy’ on any nation, organisation or individual. I could understand high-end tech businesses and government departments being cautious, even though they are wrong to do so. But Kaspersky ‘spying’ on ordinary users through their Security programme? Give me a break, what would they learn? That most people live boring lives?
Mad Vlad will be laughing like a drunken Cossack, he loves to think he is intimidating the West, with no effort on his own part. Kaspersky collects and collates malware information that many other AV companies use in their own systems. Kas is a hugely successful company with offices and workers all over the world. This reporting is a steaming pile of horse faeces.
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I'm out.It seems that none of the 4 movies about the Enigma story, have told the real truth, although as you might expect, Hollywood tells the biggest porkies, including the outright calumny that a US submarine discovered the machine that helped solve its code:
Even the most closely accurate movie, “The Imitation Game”, was wrong in parts. Including the fact that Alan Turing did not build Colossus, which was in fact not even built at Bletchley.
I mentioned Poish input before, but I forgot to tell the whole truth: that a Polish cypher team broke the first enigma code, before anyone else, including Bletchley.
History, they say, is written by the winners. No, it’s written by those whose research is often carried out imperfectly.
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I'm out.We are lucky in Louth Nolan: our Disability shop is run by one man and his wife, they take turns to be there during opening hours. She is in her “Very late 50’s” now (her words, probably means 60’s) and he is in his mid-60’s. They are making noises about retirement, with no others to take their places it will mean the next place is a shop much like you describe in Mablethorpe.
That is a town infested with very large people of indeterminate gender, rolling around narrow pavements on electric scooters until they get to a shop they want to enter. Then they get up and walk in without any discernable problem. One consultant some years ago, advised me to buy one. I advised him to do something else. I have great sympathy for those who need them such as my BIL and a mate with MS, but it is obvious that many would live longer if they determined to stay on their feet.
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I'm out.Nolan is right, don’t touch it:
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I'm out.Little ‘uns always had to struggle to be heard, they develop more power with practice. I’m just 5’6″ myself, lost an inch out of my spine after the op in 2005. I was “volunteered” for a 1 month spell as a Drill Pig in the Army, RSM was impressed at the time, said he could hear my commands from the Weapon Training Room across the Square. Does not impress Our Gert though…
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I'm out.Just sent that as a link to my grandsons, shortened – (the link, not the lads!)
Took us all for a haircut today, told them about it, both gadget-lovers.
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I'm out.The two words that ended every Enigma message were the same, which was what eventually led to cracking the 3-rotor. Bletchley had an early version of that from the Polish Intelligence Service, and received it just in time in September 1939. The 3-rotor crack led to the 4-rotor crack, after a huge amount of work by the Bletchley team. The words?-
“Heil Hitler!”
Without Turing, the War would have lasted perhaps another two years, maybe longer. Without the whole Bletchley team, we would never have beaten the U-Boats in time and the UK would have been starved out of the War. We would have been forced to surrender, no matter what Churchill said. So much of the war’s crucial battles, in every theatre, hinged upon decoding that insanely clever machine. Even the Kursk tank battle, when the Red Army won the victory which started it rolling to Berlin. The Russian generals were given intelligence about the German Order of Battle, which came from Enigma intercepts. They were not ever told about the source, just that it was British Intelligence. Fortunately they acted upon it: something they rarely did with Intelligence reports from sources outside their own.
We owe that vanishingly-small band of old people so much, and the shade of Alan Turing more, considering what was done to him.
BL: enjoy Betchley, I have been with No.1 grandson. I advise looking for a B&B or cheap hotel, take two days. To see all of both the Museum and TNMOC in one day, is impossible. But it is absolutely brilliant. Any younger people you can take with you, will make your own experience even better. If there is one of the very old guys or gals there, ask to shake a hand and tell them how proud we all are of them. There are very few left.
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I'm out.A mate with Parkinson’s gave me these links, Nolan.
Says he found something useful in both places. Our Gert has a right hand destroyed by a botched operation and the other affected by a spinal problem. The only thing she has real difficulty with, is taps, so we had all taps replaced with lever high neck pillar taps. Our landlord replaced them in the days when they were still getting funding for stuff like that. These are an example, there must be some cheaper elsewhere:
The only problem we faced with using them, was due to a dumb plumber making the bathroom sink taps turn on/off opposite to the kitchen taps. We kept forgetting and turning off the wrong way: with our high pressure water, we kept getting drenched. I sorted that myself.
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I'm out.Hot? no, cold but warmer than yesterday. ?
I kid you not: you would not believe such a noise could come from a 71 yo 4’9″ lady. Usually a Top ‘C’ shriek, in response to something I just bought. Or did. Or didn’t do.
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I'm out.Probably why I now have a hearing aid in each ear, Lol.
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I'm out.Haven’t used one and never seen one in action Dan, but it does look like a potentially good piece of kit. One thing does strike me: the bezel of monitor(s) that this might be used with, would have to be fairly thick, to prevent the arm supports blocking some of the screen. Maybe check dimensions before buying.
Looks good though. My Iiyama 24″ screen has a 2 cm. bezel, might look into that myself, it would take the desk back another 10cm. Space is at a premium in this room. Floating arm looks good though, but I won’t look again until after Chrimbo. Just hit Amazon and others for several pressies, hole in the bank needs to refill for a bit. Let us know if you buy it and how you get on with it.
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I'm out.John I would just tell your mate that it won’t work on that tablet, take the advice to return it and buy a capable lappy as described by the Duke, or even a desktop. I really don’t think you need to involve yourself beyond that: several of us have been down that road, giving PC, IT and buying advice to friends and family. When it doesn’t work because they don’t have the knowledge or don’t follow instructions correctly, the advisor gets the blame. Trust me – been there, had the argument.
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