I haven't been able to post or read for almost three days, reason being
my ankles swelled up sumfink 'orrible. I'd been taking a medicine that
was supposed to alleviate the numbness in my feet (the nerves are shot
to hell from the ankles down from drinking Scotch pretty heavy for forty
years: be warned! )
So I took myself off the stuff and rang the doctor's office to tell the
clinic nurse. She rang back later to say the doctor wanted me to go in.
He was clearly horrified when e came in and saw the things perched up on
another chair. I'd not been able to put on socks or shoes.
So then I was on diuretic tablets and potassium pills to replace that
lost with the liquid that was fairly pouring out of me; I practically
lived in the toilets on Saturday.
When not running to the toilets, I had to sit in the rocker recliner
with the bit that pops up sup****ting my legs so my feet were elevated.
This morning the right foot was virtually normal again and the left was
not too bad - I could have put on my socks and shoes if I wanted, but
left them off. Maybe tomorrow.
So I felt able to spend a little time in this sit-up-straight office
chair. Far too many articles to read, something over 500!
The low level of potassium causes severe cramp in the hands, which made
typing impossible but I've typed this with no cramp.
And the smoking, or lack of it? I'm nearing the end of the 55th day!
I wish you could all see that once all-powerful 7.5 ft tall fiend who
had me in his foul grip for 48 years, removed vast sums of money from
my wallet and checking account, and forty times a day forced me to do
something any fool knows is very bad for your health.
He's now less than 18 inches tall, and is at the moment sitting in the
corner of the room with his little face in his tiny talons, the picture
of depression. He hasn't bothered me once today - the last time he
tried, all he could do was to wrap his arms round my knee. I belted him
on the side of the head and he cartwheeled half way across the room,
looking most undignified.
I'm not over-confident though - I only have to accept one from someone
(no one has offered so far) and he'll be his old self again, and I'll be
on
oxygen all day in a short time.
And now I'd better get in the rocker recliner again and hoist my feet
up to chest level. Great fun...
--
Ian
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