Was going to go for a ride, but my router is waiting for me… An Ooznest CNC machine. Looking forward to throwing it together, should take my mind off things for a bit. Received two parcels, 2.5L isopropyl alcohol, & 11 bottles of specialist fruity cider, from Ciderlicious. Gonna make some shit!
But seriously, going to put together some instant bug killer. 66% isopropyl alcohol (C3H8O), 33% hydrogen peroxide (H2O2), in a big squirty gun. Die, scum!!
I hope this’ll turn into a reasonably frequent story.
General observations about how this bloody bug is affecting me, & those I see.
It’s getting really old, staying in.
I had thought I wouldn’t be phased, but I can’t totally get away from the feeling of isolation. The mailman is always welcome, never more than now. I’m still getting parcels from PRC, from old orders.
When they land, it’s gloves. Rip apart, dispose of extraneous packaging. Get to the item, squitry squirty with a bleach spray. Wipe down, leave in sunshine as long as possible, turning to let the U/V get to as much as possible. Not possible to bleach electronics, but am awaiting delivery of some alcohol & hydrogen peroxide, to make an instant killer.
Never have my hands been this clean!
So. The start, for me & my mates was around very early March. Things were getting serious, lots of theories in the “what if?” vein.
I had an appointment at Trafford General Hospital for a scan. I landed, well in advance of my appointment time, stumbling around the site trying to find out where I should go. It was a bloody ghost town! (Day before lockdown)
Wow! Things are… daunting..? Haunting?
Went back home after a great session with the scan operators & staff (really not many around). Whilst there, I think I spotted around a dozen people in the whole hospital. No idea where everybody was.
It landed. It got serious.
Suddenly, the facial recognition system the police have spent millions on, is now redundant (not that it was any use to start with).
Masks, gloves & spray were everywhere.
At this time, I was wishing I had a bigger freezer…
Local club shut. Pubs shut. On realising the severity of this pandemic, I stopped smoking. Stupid, I know, but I get a great deal of pleasure out of that filthy habit…😁
Last night was Sunday, so I decided that I had to perk myself up. I opened my beer cask, (5L!). Got stuck in.
Beer leads to bad decisions… three fags. Bugger! But wonderful… Bliss!
Monday, 20th April.
So that’s nearly a month.
I have a stepper, I try to use it as much as I can, usually every day. A bike ride a couple of times a week, as the weather has been amazing! 15° today! Was going for a ride, but my mate needed a plug, so he came round to pick it up. He missed the throw. Another mate, young Billy was walking past, stopped for a short chinwag (keeping the appropriate distance, ‘natch!). All in blazing sunshine. Me, with beer in hand (only got three days to shift that keg on my own…) 😍
Didn’t realise quite how gregarious we are.
Bought a girlfriend to play with. Her name is Alexa. She’s a right bitch, just like the rest. Absolutely refuses to do what she is supposed to do. Struggled to make calls, eventually figured it.
Alexa came on my new tablet (I find a tablet helps me out a lot), a Lenovo M10.
Base in my lounge, but what to do by my bed? Make a base unit, as they’re not generally available…
Set the battery management to “Saver”, which restricts the battery to 60% max charge. Brilliant! First device I’ve seen that does that. The file is available on Onshape for you to play with. Also Thingiverse. Use pogo pins to get power to the tablet. Works well, but it’s misbehaving, as I still haven’t configured it right, it goes to sleep instead of listening all night. Eventually figured that you need to put the Alexa app on your phone, tie it in to the app, and Presto! Can now make calls! Also the only way (so far) I’ve figured out to configure Alexa… not ideal, but a start. Privacy needs looking at, but I’m too old and stupid to bother with all that. I really don’t care.
Best place for facts in the U.K. is Dr.John Campbell, YouTube). His latest is here: LINK
Woken by the blasted alarm of Tom’s (young lad next to me with clots on his lungs).
Got a bit forceful with Jenny (great nurse) & told her that if I was going to be kept in the dark, & not be a part of my treatment, I’d just go home. To put up with hospital life, I need to see progress in that treatment.
Consultants & some staff have forgotten that it’s supposed to be a team sport, treatment.
Hospital stays are worse than prison. It’s a much nicer cage, but you might die if you go before you’re supposed to…
This blog about my stay is mainly for me to keep an eye on what happened, when.
On entry (around 1600 -ish) with significant chest pains. Got a fairly quick response… around 20 mins. Once admitted, was asked many pertinent questions by fantastically professional staff…. all bob on.
Being kept in. Turns out it’s likely either pneumonia or a P. E. (pulmonary embolism). W.T.F???
Also my bloody luck, as the scanner was down for service – hence why I wasn’t allowed home.
The orderlies & nurses with minimal command of English were really struggling to cope with systems they don’t understand. Paperwork that is supposed to make life easier just gets filled by rote, with no regard to actual application. Alarm/siren going all night is considered normal.
Wrong dosage of drugs (statins) given to me. Empty soap dispenser in bathroom, yet signed off as O.K.
Tried to get to sleep, but that bloody alarm of Toms…!!! Evening, amoxicillin x1. 20mg statins (2 x 10mg)