All clear and onwards
Should have written this earlier... and want to be more disciplined about writing entries... we'll see if that happens.. consequently a lot has happened since last wrote... cut to the chase... won't leave things on tenterhooks.. I got a stay of execution from the hospital.
... woo, swirling winds sucked back to last weekend. The lady has gone on holiday... rather exotically to Africa... there is some common feeling, that you are supposed to be more adventurous approaching this 50 thing... you know, the list of things you haven't done... and going to Africa is obviously one of those. Though to be honest, while I will miss the lady something... I am not at all jealous of her going to Africa.. she is going with a friend to meet a friend, so I am sure will have a ball ( if there are some photos when she gets back I'll try and throw one in here).
Anyway, I didn't have too much time to think about stuff as I was off on a 'work' trip to France, meaning I had to drive a band half way.. no, look at the map, perhaps ALL the way through France. As this was indeed going to be a gruelling schedule by any stretch of the imagination, I had arranged for two members of the band to do the travelling within France to travel by train, including the singer, hoping it would somewhat alleviate the stress of travelling in the van and early starts...
for us others the trip involved:
DAY ONE - PARIS: getting up @ 4.00am.
Driving to Paris, doing a concert.
Hitting the sack @ 3.00am
DAY TWO - TOULOUSE: up @ 7.00 am
driving to Toulouse - doing a soundcheck, catching an hours sleep, doing another concert. Now here's where the 50 year old takes note, whilst the band plays their gig @ 11.30pm and come off stage about 1.15am before packing their gear and then hitting the bar, I must take stock and go back to the hotel to ensure at least a few hours kip..
DAY THREE - PARIS: up @ 8.00am
and back to Paris... check out this journey - it's fun ;-)
then it's soundcheck and show again before knowing that tomorrow there is the chance of at least a little lie in at the hotel before returning to England.
The trip itself is a great success, though a 'can't win' element of being a manager comes in to play when those who benefit from the train travel say that it could be seen as divisive them getting the benefit of the train... try to point out that no one in the van thought it was divisive and if there was a choice, we'd all be on the bloody train.. or to Toulouse.. PLANE...
of course no-one delved into the real reasons which was, that I sent the girls on the train, thereby cutting considerably the number of stops due to weak bladders, by my reckoning this shaved at least an hour and a half off the journey time.
Monday and it was back to the empty house to have a week of pizza boxes, beers and bachelorhood (sorry, sense that spelling is wrong). Get back to the rather pretty picture of the cat having dropped a symmetrical semi circle of turds around the TV, presumably, to protest at the absence of humans for 3/4 days .. as far as feeding goes, I got one of those timing feeders from Argos for about 15 quid, which meant that me good lady's sister just had to have one visit in the middle of the weekend to refuel the contraption. Which basically has four feeding compartments revealed by a clockwork timer. I discover that the food has NOT been revealed, due to her sadly ommiting to wind up the time - so the turds are obviously the cat's creative protest and she is squealing for supper(s).
Amongst the post is nothing interesting other than my appointment card from the hospital, requesting that I attend on Wednesday morning to get the results of the biopsy. I have strict orders on this one, I have to take someone with me, preferably (from her point of view) one of me ladies relatives - prime candidate being put forward is the younger sister, which is fine by me.
Have to say, that after three days driving I am pretty knackered, which doesn't stop me getting on the computer until 3.00am.. the end result of this is that Tuesday is virtually written off, which I justify by treating as my day off.
Wednesday and it's off to meet me good lady's sister and get off to the hospital for the biopsy results.
They're great these clinics. They give you an appointment of 10.15am, which is basically what they say to everyone, which means that the waiting room becomes like a market in Bangelore, not that I've ever been to Bangalore.. but I got that expression from somewhere. I check in and see my file/papers .. .. it looks a lot more 'used' than all of the others on display... I smile at the lovely American voice that started this latest operation cycle.. they make an announcement... my consultant who I have several evidential reasons for considering to be my rock and roll doctor .. has decided that he could not face today because of illness, he's thrown a sicky which means chaos added to the usual congestion. We are told that if we wish to leave and make an appointment for another day, then we can. I get up to take advantage of the offer but the sister grabs my coat-tail with a "where are you going?" look worthy of her sister.
Eventually my name is called, I stand, wondering whether the sister will be expecting to come with me.. she does. The minute we enter the room the doctor says "good news" .. which is nice.. they then go on to say that the biopsy found nothing life threatening.. I turn to leave and scarper... but before I can, the sister has asked.. a question.... hum
the problem is (and I should point out that it's not necessarily considered a big problem) that there have always been caveats with my confrontations with this big 'C' thing.. so what they say is, that none of the tissues they have found show signs of cancer but there is a 'thickening' of some of the tissue that they will want to keep an eye on... you see, never a 100% clean bill of health.. whatever that might mean. I nod, pleased. Can we go now? great...
I say goodbye to the sister and head homewards. Homewards, that's a joke, as I don't know how much longer it will be home or my home will be with my good lady. I like to feel that the rest of the day is composing myself after the hospital escapades... truth is, I have to go on now.. I call a few relevent people to tell them that there are no worries from the hospital... most significantly I am asked if I am relieved.. the answer is I don't know - I vaguely remembering last time that I wasn't sure what the 'good' verdict would be for me. there is a nagging thought that the problems have only just begun.. where to live, the future .. and how to get the 35 quid to rescue my coat from the tailors... all will be answered.. or not ;-)
... woo, swirling winds sucked back to last weekend. The lady has gone on holiday... rather exotically to Africa... there is some common feeling, that you are supposed to be more adventurous approaching this 50 thing... you know, the list of things you haven't done... and going to Africa is obviously one of those. Though to be honest, while I will miss the lady something... I am not at all jealous of her going to Africa.. she is going with a friend to meet a friend, so I am sure will have a ball ( if there are some photos when she gets back I'll try and throw one in here).
Anyway, I didn't have too much time to think about stuff as I was off on a 'work' trip to France, meaning I had to drive a band half way.. no, look at the map, perhaps ALL the way through France. As this was indeed going to be a gruelling schedule by any stretch of the imagination, I had arranged for two members of the band to do the travelling within France to travel by train, including the singer, hoping it would somewhat alleviate the stress of travelling in the van and early starts...
for us others the trip involved:
DAY ONE - PARIS: getting up @ 4.00am.
Driving to Paris, doing a concert.
Hitting the sack @ 3.00am
DAY TWO - TOULOUSE: up @ 7.00 am
driving to Toulouse - doing a soundcheck, catching an hours sleep, doing another concert. Now here's where the 50 year old takes note, whilst the band plays their gig @ 11.30pm and come off stage about 1.15am before packing their gear and then hitting the bar, I must take stock and go back to the hotel to ensure at least a few hours kip..
DAY THREE - PARIS: up @ 8.00am
and back to Paris... check out this journey - it's fun ;-)
then it's soundcheck and show again before knowing that tomorrow there is the chance of at least a little lie in at the hotel before returning to England.
The trip itself is a great success, though a 'can't win' element of being a manager comes in to play when those who benefit from the train travel say that it could be seen as divisive them getting the benefit of the train... try to point out that no one in the van thought it was divisive and if there was a choice, we'd all be on the bloody train.. or to Toulouse.. PLANE...
of course no-one delved into the real reasons which was, that I sent the girls on the train, thereby cutting considerably the number of stops due to weak bladders, by my reckoning this shaved at least an hour and a half off the journey time.
Monday and it was back to the empty house to have a week of pizza boxes, beers and bachelorhood (sorry, sense that spelling is wrong). Get back to the rather pretty picture of the cat having dropped a symmetrical semi circle of turds around the TV, presumably, to protest at the absence of humans for 3/4 days .. as far as feeding goes, I got one of those timing feeders from Argos for about 15 quid, which meant that me good lady's sister just had to have one visit in the middle of the weekend to refuel the contraption. Which basically has four feeding compartments revealed by a clockwork timer. I discover that the food has NOT been revealed, due to her sadly ommiting to wind up the time - so the turds are obviously the cat's creative protest and she is squealing for supper(s).
Amongst the post is nothing interesting other than my appointment card from the hospital, requesting that I attend on Wednesday morning to get the results of the biopsy. I have strict orders on this one, I have to take someone with me, preferably (from her point of view) one of me ladies relatives - prime candidate being put forward is the younger sister, which is fine by me.
Have to say, that after three days driving I am pretty knackered, which doesn't stop me getting on the computer until 3.00am.. the end result of this is that Tuesday is virtually written off, which I justify by treating as my day off.
Wednesday and it's off to meet me good lady's sister and get off to the hospital for the biopsy results.
They're great these clinics. They give you an appointment of 10.15am, which is basically what they say to everyone, which means that the waiting room becomes like a market in Bangelore, not that I've ever been to Bangalore.. but I got that expression from somewhere. I check in and see my file/papers .. .. it looks a lot more 'used' than all of the others on display... I smile at the lovely American voice that started this latest operation cycle.. they make an announcement... my consultant who I have several evidential reasons for considering to be my rock and roll doctor .. has decided that he could not face today because of illness, he's thrown a sicky which means chaos added to the usual congestion. We are told that if we wish to leave and make an appointment for another day, then we can. I get up to take advantage of the offer but the sister grabs my coat-tail with a "where are you going?" look worthy of her sister.
Eventually my name is called, I stand, wondering whether the sister will be expecting to come with me.. she does. The minute we enter the room the doctor says "good news" .. which is nice.. they then go on to say that the biopsy found nothing life threatening.. I turn to leave and scarper... but before I can, the sister has asked.. a question.... hum
the problem is (and I should point out that it's not necessarily considered a big problem) that there have always been caveats with my confrontations with this big 'C' thing.. so what they say is, that none of the tissues they have found show signs of cancer but there is a 'thickening' of some of the tissue that they will want to keep an eye on... you see, never a 100% clean bill of health.. whatever that might mean. I nod, pleased. Can we go now? great...
I say goodbye to the sister and head homewards. Homewards, that's a joke, as I don't know how much longer it will be home or my home will be with my good lady. I like to feel that the rest of the day is composing myself after the hospital escapades... truth is, I have to go on now.. I call a few relevent people to tell them that there are no worries from the hospital... most significantly I am asked if I am relieved.. the answer is I don't know - I vaguely remembering last time that I wasn't sure what the 'good' verdict would be for me. there is a nagging thought that the problems have only just begun.. where to live, the future .. and how to get the 35 quid to rescue my coat from the tailors... all will be answered.. or not ;-)
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