What is it with some individuals?
It seems that for some the only pleasure in life is causing trouble and making mischief. I do not talk of the Tilly kind of mischief here, madness and mayhem created in the wake of high spirits but of those, who for reason best known only to themselves, see fit to trample rough shod through the lives of others and blunder their 'sweet' way into places uninvited.
Those of us in the blogosphere welcome our readers happily, it is afterall the whole point, to have others read our thoughts and most of us, if we are honest are 'comment whores'....what we are not is game for all!
Certainly for myself I welcome heated discussion, I would never want for comments to only ever be in agreement with me, the whole idea for me is one of free speech and of listening to the opinions of others. This differs however from the half wits who persist in making inappropriate, rude and insulting comments to salve their own need for attention.
What motivates these people I wonder? Maybe it is merely the need for attention they feel they are missing in other areas of their lives, maybe they feel it is their 'five minutes of fame' in a strange way. Whatever the reason it confounds me. These are not people spamming comments, that is done automatically and whilst it may be annoying, at least it is not an individual with and axe to grind sat in front of a pc typing unpleasantness unendingly merely to cause offence.
Really, could you be bothered? I certainly couldn't and I doubt many of us could. Ok, so maybe one reads something that hits a nerve, maybe leave a comment to 'say your piece' but to keep on going back, time after time??
Hell, life's way too short!
Monday, 30 January 2006
Sunday, 29 January 2006
Not the safest place to play!
Or for that matter to sleep, but despite all manner of 'Tilly-proofing' devices and all efforts to dissuade her, the back of the computer remains one of her favorites! Unfortunately the desk is against a small alcove and no matter how we board up the back, she merely hurls herself off the desk top into the abyss if she can find no other route!
Oh, and just in case you wondered, the large and inelegant blob of blue-tac jammed into the skirting is a cheat....there was a time when many a large spider advanced from the gap under that blob and I figured that given no-one sees it, to 'fill' the hole with the cure-all blue stuff was the quickest fix! What a bodger eh?
Oh, and just in case you wondered, the large and inelegant blob of blue-tac jammed into the skirting is a cheat....there was a time when many a large spider advanced from the gap under that blob and I figured that given no-one sees it, to 'fill' the hole with the cure-all blue stuff was the quickest fix! What a bodger eh?
Saturday, 28 January 2006
Friday, 27 January 2006
An unpopular view
I watched a film last night, you know how you do, kind of by mistake, I flicked over to a channel, coincidentally at the start of this particular offering and became enthralled, if that is the right word in this case, in what I was watching.
The film depicted the life and crimes of serial killer Ted Bundy and I
think almost without exception, it was one of the most disturbing films I have ever had the misfortune to go see. From start to finish I wanted to turn off the TV but somehow I couldn't, so half asleep I remained glued to this horrific tale until 3am, barely able to watch it in some parts and completely and utterly horrified by what this man had done.
I was of course aware of his crimes but not in the detail I am now, I can't find the words to describe just how despicable his crimes were, as I'm sure is the case with anyone familiar with even the briefest of details. I have no idea if this particular film was produced in a manner that would increase the shock value, it was indeed particularly graphic but no amount of 'toning down' the reality would have detracted from just how utterly and truly terrible Bundy's reign of terror was. I can honestly say this film, and the information contained in it, of the heinous specifics of the mans actions really affected me, is still this morning affecting me, I can't express how utterly terrible this man's crimes were but that is not all that has affected me...... and this is where likely I will fly in the face of popular opinion.
I don't profess to have the answers so maybe I shouldn't be posting this at all but the aspect of the film that disturbed me almost as equally as the crimes themselves was the ultimate execution of Bundy. Despite my gut reaction screaming 'kill the bastard, make him suffer as terribly as he made others suffer' I cannot for the life of me see where executing anyone, particularly in the manner he was executed, is a positive or good step.
For me it reduces us to being barely any more humane than he himself was, there is no excuse in the world for his actions but there were perhaps reasons, in the main psychosis. The man was blatantly, profoundly psychotic, one only has to have a basic knowledge of psychiatry to recognise that and whilst it still doesn't excuse his crime to any degree, psychosis is not something one chooses any more than the rest of us would choose any major illness.
By contrast, we the civilised educated world chose, with all our faculties intact, to kill him and put him through a terror and albeit he had inflicted worse on many, try as I might I can't accept it as suitable retribution by those of us standing in judgment.....and judged he certainly needed to be and punished to severe degree.
As I said earlier, I don't have the answers and the debate surrounding execution as a legal punishment will go no forever, everyone has differing views but for my part I felt almost as horrified and ashamed to be part of the human race by the execution, as I did by the original crimes. Retribution needed, without doubt, to be severe and I accept that execution nowadays isn't as barbaric as it was in the 80's as a rule, but by carrying it out at all I can't see that we solve anything, we merely lower ourselves, knowingly, to a similar level as the perpetrator.
Some will say that had one of my loved ones been a victim of Bundy I would want revenge, I would want to sit and watch him die in terror. Of course one can't really know the answer to that unless, God forbid, one is faced with the situation but I truly believe, that whilst my initial reaction may well be that an eye for an eye would be suitable punishment and that revenge would assist my pain, I don't honestly think, that ultimately I could wish to have someone executed for anything.
Maybe I'm weird, maybe I'm the odd one, certainly I don't think mine is a popular view but I can, hand on heart, say that despite the utter horror of crimes like Bundy's, and there are few worse, I can't find justification in my own heart for execution. I could regale you with many of the horrific images avaliable of Bundy's execution to help make my point but I won't, though believe me if you haven't had the misfortune to see them and I don't recommend that you do, death by electrocution is pretty barbaric in itself. Thankfully we now more often deal out this punishement by lethal injection, which is marginally more 'sanitised', but still we are killing someone and is that not the very crime we are punishing the individual for in the first place?
The film depicted the life and crimes of serial killer Ted Bundy and I
think almost without exception, it was one of the most disturbing films I have ever had the misfortune to go see. From start to finish I wanted to turn off the TV but somehow I couldn't, so half asleep I remained glued to this horrific tale until 3am, barely able to watch it in some parts and completely and utterly horrified by what this man had done.I was of course aware of his crimes but not in the detail I am now, I can't find the words to describe just how despicable his crimes were, as I'm sure is the case with anyone familiar with even the briefest of details. I have no idea if this particular film was produced in a manner that would increase the shock value, it was indeed particularly graphic but no amount of 'toning down' the reality would have detracted from just how utterly and truly terrible Bundy's reign of terror was. I can honestly say this film, and the information contained in it, of the heinous specifics of the mans actions really affected me, is still this morning affecting me, I can't express how utterly terrible this man's crimes were but that is not all that has affected me...... and this is where likely I will fly in the face of popular opinion.
I don't profess to have the answers so maybe I shouldn't be posting this at all but the aspect of the film that disturbed me almost as equally as the crimes themselves was the ultimate execution of Bundy. Despite my gut reaction screaming 'kill the bastard, make him suffer as terribly as he made others suffer' I cannot for the life of me see where executing anyone, particularly in the manner he was executed, is a positive or good step.
For me it reduces us to being barely any more humane than he himself was, there is no excuse in the world for his actions but there were perhaps reasons, in the main psychosis. The man was blatantly, profoundly psychotic, one only has to have a basic knowledge of psychiatry to recognise that and whilst it still doesn't excuse his crime to any degree, psychosis is not something one chooses any more than the rest of us would choose any major illness.
By contrast, we the civilised educated world chose, with all our faculties intact, to kill him and put him through a terror and albeit he had inflicted worse on many, try as I might I can't accept it as suitable retribution by those of us standing in judgment.....and judged he certainly needed to be and punished to severe degree.
As I said earlier, I don't have the answers and the debate surrounding execution as a legal punishment will go no forever, everyone has differing views but for my part I felt almost as horrified and ashamed to be part of the human race by the execution, as I did by the original crimes. Retribution needed, without doubt, to be severe and I accept that execution nowadays isn't as barbaric as it was in the 80's as a rule, but by carrying it out at all I can't see that we solve anything, we merely lower ourselves, knowingly, to a similar level as the perpetrator.
Some will say that had one of my loved ones been a victim of Bundy I would want revenge, I would want to sit and watch him die in terror. Of course one can't really know the answer to that unless, God forbid, one is faced with the situation but I truly believe, that whilst my initial reaction may well be that an eye for an eye would be suitable punishment and that revenge would assist my pain, I don't honestly think, that ultimately I could wish to have someone executed for anything.
Maybe I'm weird, maybe I'm the odd one, certainly I don't think mine is a popular view but I can, hand on heart, say that despite the utter horror of crimes like Bundy's, and there are few worse, I can't find justification in my own heart for execution. I could regale you with many of the horrific images avaliable of Bundy's execution to help make my point but I won't, though believe me if you haven't had the misfortune to see them and I don't recommend that you do, death by electrocution is pretty barbaric in itself. Thankfully we now more often deal out this punishement by lethal injection, which is marginally more 'sanitised', but still we are killing someone and is that not the very crime we are punishing the individual for in the first place?
Thursday, 26 January 2006
Google censorship
I could spout on and on about this issue, but I won't. It angers me immensely, I'm disappointed in Google, they aren't the creature I thought them to be but I can maybe also see a little credence in their argument for going this route.
Whatever my vacillation........ I am damn glad I live in the UK and not China!
Whatever my vacillation........ I am damn glad I live in the UK and not China!
Blame my dad.....
....he did this to me, he thinks it's funny, he's obsessed with my ears, I can't think why........someone should tell him it's unkind to mock the afflicted!
Wednesday, 25 January 2006
Was it really only four years.......
....ago today that my life changed so dramatically? It seems like a whole other life now, a whole lifetime away, I can't imagine my life was any other way than it is right now, but it was.
For me the events 25th January 2002 in my little life were very significant, they were good and bad for differing reasons but the decision had to be made and whilst most, had they known, would probably have thought me mad/cruel/stupid/misguided etc. etc. I knew, probably for the first time in my life, that I was making the right decision for me..... and ultimately for the others involved.
I am still sorry for those I hurt, I still wish there had been some other way but sometimes there is no real choice, other than to take the path in life we know we need too, despite the fallout.
Those of you who know me well might know already to what significant event in my life I am referring, those who don't may think my decision bad, wrong, unkind or immoral, some may have been on the receiving end of what I did or been in my position and know how hard it was to bite the bullet and go against everything I had believed previously in my life. For myself I have experienced it from both sides, maybe that made it harder, maybe knowing how I had been hurt years before made it more difficult to do it to someone else but I had, probably for the first time in my life, to do what was right for me, regardless of the consequences and against my usual moral code, for want of a better term.
This day four years ago my life changed in an instant, beyond recognition, and I was as scared as hell, it felt almost like I had jumped off a cliff, I had no real idea what would happen next or when I would hit the ground, but I had to jump, and jump I did.
January 25th 2002 I left my then husband, for a man I had never yet met, who lived 400 miles away.
The fallout was difficult, it was always going to be. I had always tried to live my life the 'right way' until that point. I knew I would cause hurt, I knew many of those who knew me would think I had gone mad or taken leave of my senses, friends I had would turn their backs on me and others would disapprove strongly. Had anyone told me years earlier the course I would choose I would have laughed at them, I didn't 'do' things like that but life changes, we change. Judge me as you will, as hard as it was, I knew, for the first time in my life, what I had to do.
For me the events 25th January 2002 in my little life were very significant, they were good and bad for differing reasons but the decision had to be made and whilst most, had they known, would probably have thought me mad/cruel/stupid/misguided etc. etc. I knew, probably for the first time in my life, that I was making the right decision for me..... and ultimately for the others involved.
I am still sorry for those I hurt, I still wish there had been some other way but sometimes there is no real choice, other than to take the path in life we know we need too, despite the fallout.
Those of you who know me well might know already to what significant event in my life I am referring, those who don't may think my decision bad, wrong, unkind or immoral, some may have been on the receiving end of what I did or been in my position and know how hard it was to bite the bullet and go against everything I had believed previously in my life. For myself I have experienced it from both sides, maybe that made it harder, maybe knowing how I had been hurt years before made it more difficult to do it to someone else but I had, probably for the first time in my life, to do what was right for me, regardless of the consequences and against my usual moral code, for want of a better term.
This day four years ago my life changed in an instant, beyond recognition, and I was as scared as hell, it felt almost like I had jumped off a cliff, I had no real idea what would happen next or when I would hit the ground, but I had to jump, and jump I did.
January 25th 2002 I left my then husband, for a man I had never yet met, who lived 400 miles away.
The fallout was difficult, it was always going to be. I had always tried to live my life the 'right way' until that point. I knew I would cause hurt, I knew many of those who knew me would think I had gone mad or taken leave of my senses, friends I had would turn their backs on me and others would disapprove strongly. Had anyone told me years earlier the course I would choose I would have laughed at them, I didn't 'do' things like that but life changes, we change. Judge me as you will, as hard as it was, I knew, for the first time in my life, what I had to do.
This is getting way beyond a joke!
You guessed it, or maybe you didn't but anyone who is familiar with my carrying's on here will know that things are not always as they should be where my internet connection is concerned, and yes, yet again my broadband connection has 'done the off'!!! Arggghhhh. Give me strength!
So again, it has been phone calls to the incredibly rude and inept Wanadoo overnight and all morning to get precisely nowhere. The first time it took months, the second failure, which was only last November took three weeks of battles and £80 of phone calls to get sorted and this time Lord only knows, it's anyone's guess.
Looks like I'm gonna have to pay for a dreaded dial-up again. Grrrrrrrr.
More later but for now I'm way too miffed to articulate coherently, I have a hospital appointment to attend and I am still waiting for Wanadoo's 'techie' (the term is used extremely loosely here) to call me back....likely another long wait!
FFS!
So again, it has been phone calls to the incredibly rude and inept Wanadoo overnight and all morning to get precisely nowhere. The first time it took months, the second failure, which was only last November took three weeks of battles and £80 of phone calls to get sorted and this time Lord only knows, it's anyone's guess.
Looks like I'm gonna have to pay for a dreaded dial-up again. Grrrrrrrr.
More later but for now I'm way too miffed to articulate coherently, I have a hospital appointment to attend and I am still waiting for Wanadoo's 'techie' (the term is used extremely loosely here) to call me back....likely another long wait!
FFS!
Tuesday, 24 January 2006
Bonsai cat!
I may not have caught 'madam', scaling the doors on video yet, that one will require her to be allowed to hone her climbing claws a little sharper again, having made them 'trimmed' temporarily, and for some rapid response on my part, this activity is carried out at hight speed..... but I have managed to catch her doing her level best to destroy my much cared for bonsai!
Apologies for the quality, I don't have a dedicated video camera but you get the gist.........oh, and the 'sound effects' are her little tail causing yet more destruction behind her!
Bonsai cat!
Video sent by gemmak
You may need to click the video title link if the 'play' button fails to do it's job, there seems to be an intermittent problem that either myself or the service provider have yet to iron out!.
Apologies for the quality, I don't have a dedicated video camera but you get the gist.........oh, and the 'sound effects' are her little tail causing yet more destruction behind her!
Bonsai cat!
Video sent by gemmak
You may need to click the video title link if the 'play' button fails to do it's job, there seems to be an intermittent problem that either myself or the service provider have yet to iron out!.
Monday, 23 January 2006
The Gods of golf
As has been documented here on previous occasions I am what is commonly termed a 'golf widow', that is to say, come hell of high water PG can be found on a course somewhere most of the time.
He of course would dispute this small point, as men do in these situations, but believe me, he is renowned for his attendance levels and it is in part why he tolerates the negative aspects of his job, because the positive is that his shift pattern allows him to get on a course at least 4 days a week, under normal circumstances.
However, none of this presents a problem, what does present a problem is his 'misfortune' yesterday during one of thesechase a ball around a field golfing excursions.
He arrived home looking distinctly dejected. The bats, balls and miscellaneous, multifarious paraphernalia required for this pursuit are not cheap, in fact it puts the cost of this little set up I inhabit in the shade, to the best of my knowledge.
It was thus that he had a hang dog expression when he walked through the door. I assumed that this meant a 'bad round' had been had..... but no, it was worse,(is there anything worse?), in his hand was a nine iron, apparently an indispensable bat......and it was in two pieces, broken in half, midway down the shaft, completely and utterly defunct!
These bats I might add, are not trashy things they are Callaway if you please, I wastrying not to giggle shocked, I can tell you.....for even they could not withstand the 'PG effect'.
It would appear that the golfing God's had not been smiling on him yesterday.
I was regaled with the whole sad tale of how he had misjudged a swing somewhat and had, in his swing through (or whatever they call it), belted the living daylights out of a tree trunk! 'Crack'...one nine iron decimated! Gah! The man plays off a decent handicap, what is going on there?
I am assured that this incident was not the result of a sudden moment of anger but hey....if any of you have ever watched a group of guys on a golf course mess it up, you will know only too well that anger is seemingly all part of it, this golf stuff is a very serious business, a less than perfect round dictates the mood of the remainder of any given day!
Please don't ask the cost or the complication of getting a repair, I promise you this is not a straightforward as one might imagine......do I look surprised?
He of course would dispute this small point, as men do in these situations, but believe me, he is renowned for his attendance levels and it is in part why he tolerates the negative aspects of his job, because the positive is that his shift pattern allows him to get on a course at least 4 days a week, under normal circumstances.However, none of this presents a problem, what does present a problem is his 'misfortune' yesterday during one of these
He arrived home looking distinctly dejected. The bats, balls and miscellaneous, multifarious paraphernalia required for this pursuit are not cheap, in fact it puts the cost of this little set up I inhabit in the shade, to the best of my knowledge.
It was thus that he had a hang dog expression when he walked through the door. I assumed that this meant a 'bad round' had been had..... but no, it was worse,(is there anything worse?), in his hand was a nine iron, apparently an indispensable bat......and it was in two pieces, broken in half, midway down the shaft, completely and utterly defunct!
These bats I might add, are not trashy things they are Callaway if you please, I was
It would appear that the golfing God's had not been smiling on him yesterday.
I was regaled with the whole sad tale of how he had misjudged a swing somewhat and had, in his swing through (or whatever they call it), belted the living daylights out of a tree trunk! 'Crack'...one nine iron decimated! Gah! The man plays off a decent handicap, what is going on there?
I am assured that this incident was not the result of a sudden moment of anger but hey....if any of you have ever watched a group of guys on a golf course mess it up, you will know only too well that anger is seemingly all part of it, this golf stuff is a very serious business, a less than perfect round dictates the mood of the remainder of any given day!
Please don't ask the cost or the complication of getting a repair, I promise you this is not a straightforward as one might imagine......do I look surprised?
Sunday, 22 January 2006
Growing up and playing up
At four months old her advancing age has not calmed Tilly any, precisely the reverse! Now instead of a tiny wee kitten hurtling about the place at break neck speed we have a much larger, though still small cat, bowling into, climbing up and falling off, everything. The damage left in her wake is proportionately greater too!
New additions to her 'feline hobbies' include anything involving water, be that the bathroom hand basin at every attempt to use it, the kitchen sink, with no consideration for it's contents, her water bowl which she upends all over the floor for a game and any running tap....no matter the temperature of the water coming from it.
Water baby
Her nose biting antics at what she dictates is 'getting up time', usually about 5.30 am have increased to include cheek nibbling, she scales the doors like spider man if we don't keep her claws clipped and her short lifetime fascination for computers (like mother like daughter) has cost two sets of speakers in three days and makes it almost impossible for PG to use the laptop for her little head being placed firmly in his line of view!
eBay for cats.
She remains mostly in her natural state of nocturnal-ness, choosing to sleep for most of the day and then springing into action in the late evening just when we humans are considering chilling a little. She is a scream, a constant cause of amusement though I have never encountered a kitten quite so manic and just now and then an 'off' button would be helpful.
PG is convinced that if we search through her little furry coat long enough we will find three sixes 'tattooed' somewhere about her!
New additions to her 'feline hobbies' include anything involving water, be that the bathroom hand basin at every attempt to use it, the kitchen sink, with no consideration for it's contents, her water bowl which she upends all over the floor for a game and any running tap....no matter the temperature of the water coming from it.
Her nose biting antics at what she dictates is 'getting up time', usually about 5.30 am have increased to include cheek nibbling, she scales the doors like spider man if we don't keep her claws clipped and her short lifetime fascination for computers (like mother like daughter) has cost two sets of speakers in three days and makes it almost impossible for PG to use the laptop for her little head being placed firmly in his line of view!
She remains mostly in her natural state of nocturnal-ness, choosing to sleep for most of the day and then springing into action in the late evening just when we humans are considering chilling a little. She is a scream, a constant cause of amusement though I have never encountered a kitten quite so manic and just now and then an 'off' button would be helpful.
PG is convinced that if we search through her little furry coat long enough we will find three sixes 'tattooed' somewhere about her!
Saturday, 21 January 2006
Please can I utter profanities?
Today, rather than be in gainful employment as I should be I managed an unscheduled day off, well to me more precise it may well turn into more than the one.
This is not a good situation, don't get me wrong, I am far from adverse to days off as you well know, the 'day job' is not my pastime of choice, quite the reverse but it does pay the bills and it does get me out of my usual 'state of hermit' for a few days a week.
As I said, this was unscheduled, I am off sick but I am not 'sick' in the usual sense of the word, that is to say, I am not suffering one of the many obnoxious bugs that attack us so readily in the winter months, what I am instead is a victim of that law that would seem to chase me through my life here and there......sods law!
For last night, as I prepared for an early night in preparation of my 5 am Saturday start, Tilly and Sod's law joined forces with great aplomb to create an incident of annoying proportions!
As I walked from the kitchen to the living room, hands full of one thing and another, 'madam' appeared from nowhere at high speed and positioned herself squarely under my feet. The ensuing debacle was likely quite comedic for any onlooker but thankfully there was only PG taking front row in the audience as in an instant, in my endeavors not to stand with my full weight in the middle of her little kitten back which was where my foot was headed I instead found myself in mid air crashing to the floor in a most ungainly and painful heap!
This is the point at which sod's law took over and rather than fall on the side of my body that is not currently suffering the aggravations of this Hyper mobility hoo ha, it dictated that it was precisely that side of my body I did land on, hip, ankle, knee,arm, the whole bloody lot and to add insult to injury I hit my head on the way down too!
So, that's me, if I wasn't hurting before I damn well am now, I'm hobbling like an old bint, I still have a headache from the battering my bonce took, I have some particularly attractive bruises brewing and I don't get paid when I'm off work sick.
Oh happy happy days!
This is not a good situation, don't get me wrong, I am far from adverse to days off as you well know, the 'day job' is not my pastime of choice, quite the reverse but it does pay the bills and it does get me out of my usual 'state of hermit' for a few days a week.
As I said, this was unscheduled, I am off sick but I am not 'sick' in the usual sense of the word, that is to say, I am not suffering one of the many obnoxious bugs that attack us so readily in the winter months, what I am instead is a victim of that law that would seem to chase me through my life here and there......sods law!
For last night, as I prepared for an early night in preparation of my 5 am Saturday start, Tilly and Sod's law joined forces with great aplomb to create an incident of annoying proportions!
As I walked from the kitchen to the living room, hands full of one thing and another, 'madam' appeared from nowhere at high speed and positioned herself squarely under my feet. The ensuing debacle was likely quite comedic for any onlooker but thankfully there was only PG taking front row in the audience as in an instant, in my endeavors not to stand with my full weight in the middle of her little kitten back which was where my foot was headed I instead found myself in mid air crashing to the floor in a most ungainly and painful heap!
This is the point at which sod's law took over and rather than fall on the side of my body that is not currently suffering the aggravations of this Hyper mobility hoo ha, it dictated that it was precisely that side of my body I did land on, hip, ankle, knee,arm, the whole bloody lot and to add insult to injury I hit my head on the way down too!
So, that's me, if I wasn't hurting before I damn well am now, I'm hobbling like an old bint, I still have a headache from the battering my bonce took, I have some particularly attractive bruises brewing and I don't get paid when I'm off work sick.
Oh happy happy days!
Friday, 20 January 2006
Yayyy, I am officially not old!
Yesterday's visit to see a physiotherapist who was to attend to my arthritic bits resulted in two things.
The first was the inevitable pulling, bending and stretching of my legs into inhuman positions, the second was far more acceptable....the opinion of the attending torturer that I don't have arthritis afterall! This has yet to be confirmed of course but it is her opinion that I have something called Hypermobility syndrome. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good or a bad thing but relative to some case histories I have read I seem only have it reasonably mildly, so I am treating it as a good thing and at least one doesn't have to be old to get it!! In fact I have had it all my life apparently but because I was a gymnast and because I did a very physical job for years the muscles surrounding the joints were strong enough to keep them in place.
However, the last few years of sitting like a big pudding infront of this machine have of course resulted in weaker muscles, hence the recent appearance of the symptoms.
The result is much the same, it hurts, I have to undergo a few tests to determine the diagnosis, I have to exercise (sheesh), I have to wear a damn brace on my left wrist (double sheesh, I'm left handed), yes, I have carpal tunnel syndrome too it seems, though how that explains a tingly foot too I don't know..... and I have to remove my rear from it's parked position on this this seat at least once an hour for five minutes!
Hells bells, do the medical profession have any idea just what they are asking there?!! Move from this machine? Me? Heavens above, a complete lifestyle change then!
The first was the inevitable pulling, bending and stretching of my legs into inhuman positions, the second was far more acceptable....the opinion of the attending torturer that I don't have arthritis afterall! This has yet to be confirmed of course but it is her opinion that I have something called Hypermobility syndrome. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good or a bad thing but relative to some case histories I have read I seem only have it reasonably mildly, so I am treating it as a good thing and at least one doesn't have to be old to get it!! In fact I have had it all my life apparently but because I was a gymnast and because I did a very physical job for years the muscles surrounding the joints were strong enough to keep them in place.
However, the last few years of sitting like a big pudding infront of this machine have of course resulted in weaker muscles, hence the recent appearance of the symptoms.
The result is much the same, it hurts, I have to undergo a few tests to determine the diagnosis, I have to exercise (sheesh), I have to wear a damn brace on my left wrist (double sheesh, I'm left handed), yes, I have carpal tunnel syndrome too it seems, though how that explains a tingly foot too I don't know..... and I have to remove my rear from it's parked position on this this seat at least once an hour for five minutes!
Hells bells, do the medical profession have any idea just what they are asking there?!! Move from this machine? Me? Heavens above, a complete lifestyle change then!
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