It Is a Long Way from Kansas – Cardiology

The world is pretty fucked up right now. When the butcher of Khan Yunis is nominating B2- “Obliteration”- Boi Trump for a Nobel Peace Prize things are more than a little topsy-turvy. This is perhaps a new(ish) if twisted reality for our times. If you remember Franco, Mussolini at al., the unpleasant people, once formed a bad-boys club before and that turned out well…

The world is heading into a very nasty phase. Brutality is holding dominion over compassion and humanity. Rife me-first separatism is being propagated, decency {and common sense} is subdued by the practice of domination, coercion and forced submission. The disproportionate exercise of power is once more in flow. Waving cocks is once again sadly de rigueur.

It is along way from any idyllic Kansas of ere.

Today I get to find out if I have a heart amid all the high iron rust in my arteries and veins. They will probably plug me into the mains and look for traces of Fe2O3 in the pre-operative electrocardiogram. They may look for signs of a still pulsing muscle with an ultrasound device.

By the 18th of July I will have had 13 medical appointments in a little under three weeks. I will have given blood, had a CT and separate radionuclide scan {bonus CT also included}, a colonoscopy and test for sleep apnoea. I will have seen GP, implant dentist and consultant orthopaedic surgeons, a cardiologist, an osteopath, a rheumatologist and a lung specialist. That is a fair clustering of appointments. My dance card has been and is still full. In August I get to see a urologist for an update on my high prostate specific antigen levels. The next line of attack after the high res MRI I already have had is a prostate biopsy. Yippee!!! That will be fun. You can see from the look on my face above when they try to put a finger on it.

And on the TV in the news we get to see a stage managed travesty as mentioned in the first paragraph…

Are we really in this parallel universe. How the hell did we as a humanity get to this low low place. How much lower must we sink?? When this sort of thing seems quasi-normal?

This stinks, it smells real bad…

Away From the Highfalutin

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.

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…

Replacement Hip CAD – Prostate Exam Dream – 21-02-2025

Here is last night’s dream it has contextual relevance to life circumstance.

The dream starts with people discussing me behind my back. They are concerned about my health and longevity. They are trying to figure out if I can have a replacement hip fitted on the left hand side of my body. They are looking at X-rays and various, multiple, auto-CAD designs which may be possible without extracting the Titanium nail which is in it.

They are calling up various designs and the discussion continues without my involvement. They are unsure as to whether it is possible and suggest that if they are going to do a staged bilateral hip replacement it might be better to start with the difficult one first.

Finally, someone comes to talk with me about it. They are unaware that I have been privy to their discussions behind my back.

My principle concern is that if both hips have severe osteo-arthritis it seems unbalancing to do only one hip. If they fix one hip the other one will only get worse and the wear on the fixed hip will be accelerated.

I awake.

I drift back off.

I know that there are widespread concerns about my health and longevity. I am being taken for a “compulsory” prostate exam even though I have had one recently. They are doing a Bilan or full blown health screen.

I am dressed in a blue hospital gown laid on my back and a woman is between my legs about to do a sneak sudden prostate exam. I say that would be stupid. Let me know and I will relax. I say to her that this is unnecessary as I already know it to be gonflé enlarged. They have made detailed high resolution MRI measurements of it.

Nevertheless, they want to press ahead and do their own full health audit. I relax. She proceeds to do a prostate exam and concludes “enlarged”.

I say, “I told you so!

The dream ends.

The Waking Dream

On the 7th of July I had a passive nocturnal dream in which an unknown cat cuddled up to my thigh. On the 8th of July a new stray cat appeared through the fence and he has been with us on and off since. I have named him Gandalf because he is grey and white. {Viz Lord of the Rings}

We have posted news of his arrival to various pet lost and found channels.

A while back a woman from a local hamlet knocked on our door asking if we had seen her cat. The local knowledge says that all stray cats end up here. We have had quite a few. The local knowledge is good.

Another uncanny dream prediction has pointed at something unexpected which thematically may be true. I could realistically accidentally bump into the person in question now. It has gone from highly improbable to possible. I will be in the ‘hood tomorrow at a nodal place, a hospital, where people often meet. I will be only 17km away from where they live.

Our local internet and phone provider had an incident around easter and for two months we had no ‘phone signal nor internet. Neither did we have any external appointments, we were cut off from the world, more than usual.

I saw this as a sign to look into our/my connections. We changed internet and ‘phone provider, I reached out to the world via LinkedIn and this blog. It has been very interesting for me who has accepted my invitations and who has visited my profile following on from me visiting theirs. Take up is not good.

Let’s say there has not been a rush to connect with me in public. My leper’s bell seems to be working, though not all hear its dulcet tones.

Maybe the universe, the dream, is telling me to do another disappearing act?

The “connections” theme was perhaps a red herring.

We have one chronic problem that sooner or later needs to be solved. I have osteoarthritis in my hips and lower back. It is there in my cervical spine. I have disc herniation which causes symptoms c5c6 and c7 in my left and right fingers. The nerves are impinged upon.

It is unwise for me to do heavy labour; we have 0.8 hectare of garden.

One solution to the problem is for me to get an income stream of around 500-1000€ a month. I could then pay someone to do the heavy work.

We are on a very tight budget and live well below minimum wage levels of income.

It is not a big ask, a few hundred euros a month, but that would suffice.

The idea of scientific English editing looks to be a no-go. The market is crowded and the price per word low. The work is perhaps drying up due to AI.

The purpose behind the LinkedIn account was to try to get this off the ground.

The alternative is to downsize houses.

It costs roughly 50 grand in fees to move house here. The housing market is severely constipated.

Having an offer made on this house would be a real problem because they are not used to chain sales and they have some quaint customs about signing. There is little we would like to move into, especially at that level of cost.

Move somewhere you don’t like and spend 50 grand….does not sound ideal or appetizing.

I have had numerous dreams pointing at doorways, gates and the deep unknown. So far not a lot has materialised.

We are in the time of year where the crop ripens and heads towards harvest later in summer or early autumn. Whatever it is I have sown, I will reap.

The firewood store is full. I have just power washed the propane tank, if we get it filled, we are good until end of January 2025.

The wife had a breast lump biopsy taken and sent off on Friday. I am due an MRI scan of my prostate tomorrow morning, because my Prostate Specific Antigen {PSA} test was elevated.

If there are any lesions in the prostate I will have a prostate biopsy on my dance card in the near future.

A further episode of medical-merry-go-round might be incoming. This could be bilateral.

The USA is now further destabilized. Adamant hot heads and automatic weapons are not a good mix.

How did an “advanced” country get to a geriatric presidency race?

I could finish my work up of dreams and then repurpose this blog.

I could leave social media.

To try to write another hobby-vanity patent would cost around £500 to get to the stage of grant. I have proved I can do it once; not sure I need to do it again.

There is no real incentive.

Things could change PDQ over the next few weeks or they will stay roughly the same.

We shall see…