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I hadn’t liked the fellow at the Royal. I’d waited a year or so to see him and, then I’d spent just over ten minutes in the arrogant fellow’s company, before leaving his office feeling quite humiliated.



But, Mr. Webb the rhino fellow at Broadgreen was a completely different kettle of fish indeed. I’d spent forty odd minutes in his company. He’d got three things done with me, whilst I’d rambled like a rambly thing. All-in-all, the difference ‘tween the two appointments is indescribable. “



Shortly before I’d left his office, he’d said of my nose and its current condition:

On anyone else this would be terrible – but for you, it’s pretty good.”



And yes, I’d liked him, his manner and his general Bon Amie.



One thing I don’t like --- is being told I look fine, or alright – or…

‘coz generally, I don’t feel… ‘fine’, or ‘alright’, or whatever. Yet, I look it.



Then recently, I’d been shopping at Azda in Bromborough and used the freefone there to order a taxi. “You’ll have to meet him by the busstop,” I’d been told.

The driver who picked me up told me it was a new policy.



And, I’d been going to complain to Azda about it, but it seems a local Bromborough firm is doing the same thing, as they don’t like driving onto the complex, talking of how bad the traffic is there.



I had responded, “What if I’d been using a frame, or wheelchair?”



Now remember, just two of my fve complaints got me PiP [Personal Independence Payments, the one the government want to take off everyone.] In other words, I’, ‘severely disabled’.



“Oh then they’d be alright,” the driver had explained, as if such overt discrimination toward me – ‘coz I look alright’ – was perfectly acceptable.



Strangely enough, I don’t think it is acceptable.

I went shopping at Azda [Walmat] on Wednesday and was dead stoked to see such fine looking ladies dressed to kill... and three got to me.. of a very diverse age-range.

Much later, I sat writing late on unsure bout later/the next day, as I’d eaten an omelette, fish and veg.

I sat and wrote and mused on stuff, as I do.

On Saturday I got an appointment to see Mr Webb, based at Broadgreen, the fellow who sorted out my face. I’d recalled him saying he’d see me again, if needed. So I’d written to him, telling him I needed help, and I didn’t want to keep taking antibiotics. Well his secretary phoned me and told me that my doctor would have to contact him. She did. And, just Saturday I got an appointment for December the 28th.

That is all a hell of a contrast to how I’ve been treated by the pancreas team, at the Liverpool royal, or should I say… not treated.

I’d been referred to them just under a year ago. Now, after finally contacting my doctors, they tell them… he has to go for another scan… as it’s nearly been over twelve months. Well, I’d lost it at that… as my waiting, is simply due to them… and, I do dislike the womb machine… the scanner. Besides which, this time they’d suggested it might be a cyst on my pancreas… previously it was a tear, or a fissure. Like how would they know, they have not monitored me, as my report says I needed.

And, the machine in the backroom – the one with all the software onnit I like to play with – it’s using XP and, it isn’t supported by many now, like the antivirus software that I’d used onnit. So, on days I’d rather have stayed in bed, I was in the back room, trying to sort out a seemingly impossible situation. But then, I found a couple of somethings – one being Panda Security, which is free to use, after a lot of hassle. For instance, to use it I needed my Microsoft.Net something or other updated and, as I’d perused the problems the next day, it tickled me to think I’d had to update my net, to access software based in the cloud… so I needed a net, to catch a cloud…



Anyway, the letter from the titheads arrived, on a Saturday needless to say… so I’d the weekend to dwell onnit and get more anxious ‘bout the fact that them giving me an appointment for a scan at 9.50 at a Spire hospital I don’t know infers a lack of reading abilities on whoever read my notes, or chose not to read the bit where it says… ‘doesn’t do mornings, due to illnesses.’

An I did get the scan and, promptly missed the appointment, as I’d not turned the page on the calendar – it had been as simple as that. Grant you, I’d been having a bad day anyway, so hardly cared two jots when the hospital reception staff had phoned to tell me that I should’ve been there.

An yes, that’s happened a few times an always unintended, but I do figure that there a bit of my back brain that says, you really don’t want to be there and, either I forget about it completely, or I stress out about it and make myself ill in one or two different ways --- just so I’m not boring. I don’t like being perceived as boring; an nor do I like those who say “I’m bored” as it generally infers to me, that they must be boring themselves, as they can’t find anything of interest, in a most interesting world.

Yet, that said --- for ages, I chose to forget a word, that word being ‘severely’; as in severely disabled. I’ve said as much several times, to many --- “I can’t remember a certain word that’s important…” Aye, it’s important --- it was part of the judgement, found in my favour. But, I am ill and chose to opt for a non-invasive way of living with it and, that means a very strict diet and the occasional bad day and nights.

But, I do not like boring people --- or, boring people. And, the idea of boring people with talk of my ‘severe’ disability… does irk me. So when people disappear from my world, as has happened of late --- or others find it hard to talk with me, because of ‘it all’… I accept it. After all, my Mum was stoic about such stuff and I admired her greatly for that, when others just whine. I mean, talk by all means, but don’t be so self-obsessed that you forget that the listener might have their own stuff onboard.

Anyway…

I did go looking for CJ again, but…. {“Quel Surprise!} she’d left and the night I’d seen her had been her one and only night… I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been another case of me having an intense conversation with someone and, them going downright weird on me. Excluding her, it’s happened three times…

Anyway --- I find Downloading a distraction. For example, I acquired ‘Shut Eye.’

And --- ‘3 percent’ And ‘Aftermath’ is finishing and still getting stranger and the pilot ‘infinity train’ will never get made into a series --- too cerebral: {but, the pilot was excellent!} And, Young Mike called round, with a Pinhead for me, ‘if I wanted.’

It had been boxed: so I devalued it immediately. It says four phrases and I’ll film it, as soon as... I get the energy for doing it…