Not long back from our fun filled and action packed day at the hospital. I am exhausted and sighing. If I had known we were going to have group presentations on diet and physiotherapy exercise I would have been less keen. I’ll speculate that I was not the target demographic.
All of the group were older than me and less apparently crippled.
Given I used to do courses on presentation skills…
It is difficult enough to be talked at in French. It is harder to listen when you are not overly interested. What struck me most was just how passive everyone was. No banter, no piss taking, no humour, no fun. I was tempted but refrained. When I did the naughty boy speeding course the facilitator worked out that I was game for a laugh and did not mind having the piss taken, we made it more fun for everyone.
One of things we have learned here is if there is a single penny coin of the train tracks of the system it can derail the whole caboodle and that takes years to get going again.
There are a couple of appointments which are due for me, which I might not need. If I cancel these it frees them up for someone else. This would be good citizen thinking. This however could throw a spanner in the workings of the system juggernaut. I’ll take an opinion from the GP tomorrow.
An after lunch monotone in a foreign language ….difficult to keep attentive..
When we went I had two questions in mind.
- Do I need to take the pre-op iron tablets given a high ferritin level?
- Can we get a prescription for a medical bed for downstairs given a spiral staircase?
The answer to the first was no and the answer to the second was yes. This was as predicted.
I have learned two new things. One about using a second mattress and the other about a rubbish picker.
I have had my high resolution pre-op X-ray and the anaesthetist gave a verbal go ahead for general anaesthetic. From what they said I could be out in 48 hours or less.
From my perspective this did not need to take six hours. But systems are systems.
The take home message I got was that the French are very concerned as to when they are going to get to eat after the operation. It was mentioned several times. It had not even occurred to me.
For me morphine is a pretty good appetite suppressor. So I doubt I’ll fancy a kebab or lamb vindaloo. I am not fussed about a Madeliene and a coffee.
The other take home for a “hermit” is that it is very tiring being around people for any length of time. Which suggests that limiting my exposure to others remains a good idea. That way I don’t upset people and piss them off. I don’t get tired from picking up their vibes. It sounds like a win-win.
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Dreamyoga 