Highfalutin – Dreamyoga

This morning there were no highfalutin dreams and we have been up to the chemist to stash up on prescription drugs and to order the hospital bed to be delivered prior to my scheduled operation. Hopefully this will go ahead as planned but I did get some more opium painkillers as a contingency. In a weeks time I should have a bionic hip and a nice scar. I will be wearing compression stockings and doing heparin injections. I will probably be more than a little off my face on morphine or some such.

Whatever happened before the operation will be pretty much wiped from my memory, not completely but there will be little importance attached. There is nothing which can be done in response to some of the things suggested thematically in dreams. They can just float on by like little fluffy clouds. The moment, if there ever was one, will have passed, like so many moments before. It is unlikely to be revived. Dreams may say otherwise but the aperture in the web of life will close.

Christmas will arrive like a commercial nightmare and the collective folly will be everywhere.

Life will be physio and slowly finding my feet with a different physical reality. The ligaments, tendons and muscles are too short and they will need some stretching. The theory is that most of my back pain has been due to the hip{s}. We shall see if the surgery proves this theory or not. There are a few more tasks to be done and the idea is to cook up some spicy food to put in the freezer. In general I am the curry/spice cook so I won’t be doing that for a while.

Things turn out the way things turn out. No biggie, that is just how things happen and are. It is foolish to stress on what might have been…

I will get to wear pyjamas for a few days which will be novel…we even bought a flannel to put in the wash bag…it will never get used…but they were insistent that I had one…

Irrespective of anything fancy, life goes on much as normal here. Yesterday I went to see the arse doctor and today we went to see the boob doctor. I was being followed up for post operative colon cancer and the wife for post-op breast cancer. In July I have an appointment for a colonoscopy and in August one for the higher PSA level and a prostate follow up.

I was thinking of a tune but I could not quite put a finger on it so to speak

“Bum-titty-bum-bum…”

Once I have seen the chimney sweep, and after my joyous interaction with industrial grade laxative, if all is well and supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, there is no more programmed chimney sweeping for five years.

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My next GP appointment is, barring any health change, due in October. I have a rheumatology appointment next week, which should provide some clarity. The issue of two {three} major operations on my hips will be on hold over the summer.

We view a house for sale later this week which will make the downsizing real. A brief visit to Jersey will advise if we can hack being surrounded by anglophones.

At the moment aside from the wife, I speak briefly with the guy who cuts the grass every few weeks, 4-6 times per year with the GP and with the physiotherapist every three weeks or so. That is the full extent of my external “social” interaction. I speak with nobody on the ‘phone or internet and am not in any email dialogue. People might find that extent of social interaction difficult to believe. But it is true.

It is possible that we may downsize this year. The tax return has been sent off.

Shortly I have 75kg of dry bentonite in the garage. The pond has a slow leak and I am going to attempt to plug that a little with clay. Then before we have any drought warning I will refill the pond from the river.

The contrast between the day to day life and what happens in the dreaming is marked.

My “diabetic” socks from China have just arrived without any tariff notice or to pay.

There are two decisions pending patent and blog…what to do…

Life goes on pretty much as normal…nothing fancy…

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