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Just back from hospital - phew!

Well, after a long morning at the hospital I have been told I'm good to go! for another few years at least;)

My ECG's are both normal, my BP was normal as was my pulse rate. All the bloods I had done previously have come out ok - no major problems at all. The pain was gone months ago but I still was concerned due to the severity of pain I suffered it when it happened. The cardio guy has suggested to my GP that I now can be taken off one my meds.

He's also advised me to get a pedometer and to try and do 5,000 steps a day. He said that 10,000 is usually the norm, but I could do 5,000 and feel the benefits. Baby steps, literally:rolleyes:

So Playmates - all good news thank the good Lord. Bizi's back in Biziness ;)

Just back from hospital - phew!

Night Errand

By Eric Berlin

he's won the national Poetry Comp form 12,000 entries. It's OK, but can't say I'm overwhelmed (sorry Eric)

O, Great Northern Mall, you dwindling oracle

of upstate New York, your colossal lot

of frost-heaved spaces so vacant I could cut

straight through while blinking and keep my eyes

shut, I’ve come like the flies that give up the ghost

at the papered fronts of your defunct stores,

through the food court where napkins, unused

to touch, are packed too tight to be dispensed,

past the pimpled kid manning the register

who stares at the buttons and wipes his palms.

If I press my eyes until checkers rise

from the dark – that’s how the overheads glower

in home essentials as I roam through Sears,

seeking assistance. I know you’re here.

For this window crank I brought, you show me

a muted wall of TVs where Jeff Goldblum

picks his way through the splintered remains

of a dinosaur crate. There must be fifty

of him, hunching over mud to inspect

the three-toed prints. I almost didn’t

come in here at all, driving the opposite

of victory laps, and waiting as I hoped

for the red to leave my eyes, but my urgency

smacked of your nothingness. I did it again –

I screamed at the woman I love, and in front

of our one-year-old, who covered his ears.

Night Errand

Yet another celebrity death

Denise Robertson, agony aunt for This Morning tv show, has just lost her battle with cancer. It wasnt that long ago she was on the programme talking about her illness, but aged 83, has just passed away.

Heaven is getting rather full at the mo. What a year.

RIP Denise and condolences to her family.

Yet another celebrity death

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Hi Everyone

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Thank you for your kind thoughts on the Good Morning post, ladies. I'm phoning the hospital three times a day, but there is no change. Clutterbug literally hasn't moved since he went into hospital, and is still unconscious and looks as though he's sleeping peacefully.

Mr R has made arrangements to come home from work every night, until the inevitable happens so, if we get a call in the night we can dash straight to Margate. He's also not travelling too far away during the day, so he can get home if he needs to.

We will go to the hospital tomorrow, whatever the situation and, hopefully, poor Clutterbug will soon feel that he can rest, and that it's time to leave. It breaks my heart to see him like this; the poor man really has suffered enough.

On top of this, we've found out that a former Carer of his, who was sacked from the Caring Agency had "befriended" him, and it appears she's been helping herself to his money. She knew the code number for his key safe, and it seems that his wallet with his pension card and bank card has disappeared from his flat. It wasn't with his belongings in the hospital either. The Housing Association have now had the locks changed on his front door, and I've had to do a third party stop on all his bank accounts as there seems to be odd amounts of money missing....like £200 every other day for a couple of weeks. Clutterbug also had a cheque book (which made him feel very grand!) and although we can't find the current one...that's also disappeared...the last stub in an old book shows a payment of £500, on 31st January, made out to this girl. The Sheltered Housing Warden has contacted the police on my behalf.

Not what I needed right now!:mad:

I'll keep you posted, ladies, and thank you again for kind thought and messages.

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