hospital isn’t for fun, especially not now
Britain’s Prime Minister, Boris Johnson, is now in intensive care after his coronavirus condition worsened. It’s only 11 days since he tested positive for the deadly disease, and no he is no longer leading the government. Mr Johnson was looking decidedly unwell the last time he was seen on TV. I know what this virus feels like, and let me tell you, one does feel very unwell if you contract this nasty disease.
Here in the UK we don’t have an official second in line of succession, so Mr Johnson has temporarily delegated his responsibilities to the Foreign Secretary, Mr Dominic Raab.
No doubt the Prime Minister has only been taken into the critical care unit at London’s St. Thomas’ Hospital as a precaution, but with this virus one never knows. We can only wish him well.
The British death toll from the coronavirus now stands at 5,372, with the number of patients officially tested as positive is 51,608. This means the mortality rate here is something over 10%.
I trust that we will all stay safe during this critical time.
Great Britain is somewhat rudderless today.
the corona virus is a very nasty illness indeed
It’s been a very tough week. I have been very ill, but I am recovering now.
As long as I could breathe I just isolated myself at home. Ordinary mortals who aren’t in intensive care are not tested for the virus, we just have to get better at home. I’ve had a fever, bad dreams, headache, coughing, feeling sick, short of breath, really tired.
Yesterday I felt utterly terrible, but I feel a lot better today.
I believe I will be just about back to normal tomorrow.
This is about how I feel today.
it is not the strongest that survive, but the one most responsive to change
Evolution takes thousands of years, and in the last few days our thinking about every situation seems to have changed. fundamentally. Perhaps our beliefs, attitudes, and actions are trying to play catch-up with us here. None of us is used to a daily diet of bad news that rivals that which was fed to us English in the early months of the last war. Catastrophic thinking is what we have here, the idea that the human brain is predisposed to jumping to worse-case scenarios, and it’s fucking dangerous.
In the not so distant past I was thinking about my next overseas vacation, perhaps a visit to California, or a trip to Crete, Nowadays, I can’t go anywhere at all. I turn on my TV and the news is just a long series of nightmares with the death toll being right at the top and tail of everything.
It’s a relief when a piece of news, or a telephone conversation with a friend, isn’t full of doom and gloom, a call that doesn’t have the fear of death looming over it. Almost everyone is scared almost all the time, and there is a feeling of helpless resignation.
Well, I for one am going no further down that depressive, defeatist road. This morning I did my usual laundry, took my usual walk for an hour or so, called at the store as usual, (although I did have to stand in line just to get in there), bought the kind of stuff I would usually buy…. Sadly when I got back to the garret I was too knackered to do my usual yoga and other exercises. But thus far I’ve managed a fairly normal day, (for me), and I can live like this indefinitely.
But it’s not a great life if I can’t journey to the sun, see friends, travel all around England, walk towards the far horizons…. And sex is out of the question. As far as I am concerned the sooner the world safely gets back to what we are predisposed to call normal, the better.
One big upside, I haven’t been brainwashed into believing all that catastrophic anthropogenic climate change crap for a little while. Global warming looks pretty unimportant right now ~ call it evolution in action.
Stay safe and be well. And may the Deities of your choice go with you.
even a bed of roses is full of thorns
suffering from the coronavirus is akin to drowning in despair
Like thousands of others who have been or are still very ill I have not had a proper test for the coronavirus, just a differential diagnosis that says I’ve had / have this manky thing. Personally, I know that I am now recovering from COVID-19, and let me tell you it’s no fun. The virus beat me down physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually, and it’s doing it’s worst to make my recovery as difficult as possible.
Waking up in the morning, very early, I feel pretty good and busy myself doing ‘normal life’ things ~ some fresh air and a walk is healthy for me. But by mid-morning I start to feel weary, and by evening I’m back to feeling
fucking dreadful again. I go from having supernatural powers to running into a brick wall ~ very fast. Recovery from the coronavirus seems to be a two steps forward and one or two steps backwards kind of thing.
Not only do I need to save the world by staying in and watching TV, I need to save myself by resting and mostly trying to watch TV, listen to music, or read something light.
Trust me, if you have been ill, then you are going to need a lot of rest, for quite a while.
Stay safe, and look after yourself.
recovery also means rest
trust me on this one ~ lockdown isn’t much fun
I got sick from the coronavirus before a nation-wide lockdown was imposed on the entire United Kingdom. So, this is Day 10 of my being completely isolated in the garret, and I’m slightly miffed about it all. Being a sick hermit, not going out, seeing nobody at all, with nobody allowed into my place, isn’t as much fun as you might think.
The upside is that there is utter, complete, peace and quiet ~ whenever you want it.
The downsides include:
- It’s no fun for a guy to be sick without anyone to complain to.
- There’s no nurse to make the bed, bring drinks, and sort out the proper medication.
- Unless you’re at death’s door you can’t get medical treatment anyway.
- Watching endless reruns on TV is stultifying.
- Eating the worst diet you can imagine, out of cans.
- Snacking all day and half the night.
- A complete lack of physical exercise.
- Not shaving, washing, or changing out of the sweats you were wearing a week ago.
- Loneliness, utter boredom, anxiety, depression, paranoia.
And, if I was still drinking, I’d probably be drinking 24 / 7.
If there is anyway on this Earth you can avoid being incarcerated alone during a lockdown, just go for it.
I haven’t got one of these,
It would be nicer.
faith, hope, and charity ~ and the greatest of these is hope
dawn heralds a new day
the sea whispers
words of hope
the long night of fear will end
meditation is not black magic, meditation is a relationship with yourself
For this Sunday some meditative music for you. I have just discovered the band 2002, and they play some very cool tunes. Try and breathe peacefully.
Meditation is sometimes difficult for me, but walking by the sea takes me to a very special place within my spirit.
Please listen responsibly.
everyone needs love
to the enlightened mind death is but the next great adventure
There is much worry and anxiety surrounding the medical emergency that has the coronavirus at the root cause of it all. My opinion is that there is more worry and anxiety than this nasty little bug deserves. Thus far in the UK about 27,500 people have been tested, at the last count 460 people tested positive, of whom an unfortunate 8 have died.
To put this in perspective the population of the United Kingdom is about 66,870,000 souls, and as a percentage of that 460 is so nearly nothing as to make no difference. Italy, which seems to be the worst affected European country has a population of 60,480,000 , of which 12,000 have tested positive for the virus and 827 have died, (at the last count). Again this is a minuscule portion of the total population.
Statistically, and by all the laws of probability, the chances of my dying from the coronavirus would appear to be somewhere between slim and none at all. Particulary if the various governments and health authorities pull their collective fingers out and do something effective about containing / controlling / curing this illness. In any event, by all the laws of chance I should be dead already.
Men die for these main reasons;
- Heart Diseases
- Accidents and Unintentional Injuries
- Lung Diseases
- Influenza and Pneumonia, (and add the coronavirus in here)
- Kidney and Liver Diseases
- Alzheimer’s Disease and other forms of Dementia
The story isn’t as simple as that. Many of these deaths are more or less self inflicted. Men do lots of bad and stupid things which will lead to an early death. For example; boozing, drug abuse, eating an unhealthy diet, being filthy dirty and unclean, gambling, obesity, smoking, unsafe sex, and leading a life of crime and violence. It may well say on the death certificate that some guy died of liver failure, but it probably will not say that said liver failure was brought on by drinking a pint or so of vodka a day, every single day.
I have good reasons to want to live longer and be fitter later in life, accordingly I don’t do any of the bad and stupid things in the list above; (although I have been known to drink far, far too much booze on occasion, I am now utterly sober).
Similarly, your chances of not catching, or catching and surviving the coronavirus will be much better if you don’t do any of the bad and stupid things from the list above. To survive an illness, first be fit and healthy. I have always been reasonably fit and I survived double pneumonia, pleurisy, and breaking 5 of my ribs along the way.
Some say that we could all stay at home and not see another soul until the coronavirus scare blows over. And that only one in 5 people who catch this thing will need medical care. All I know is that even if I catch this thing the chances are I will only get a mild illness.
the Tarot Death Card doesn’t really mean what a lot of people think it means
it is not the length of life that matters, but the depth of it
There is nothing much in the news these days except the effects, implications, and horror stories concerning the coronavirus, or to give it it’s more sinister name COVID-19. There is no doubt that there is an outbreak of illness involving a couple of varieties of this nasty little bugger. According to some organisations, (WHO), the death rate from coronavirus is about 3.4%, (in comparison to a death rate of 0.1% from your average influenza). But will I let that change my life ~ the hell I will.
In little while I should be heading off for an extended vacation ~ first stop California. My journey to the warm sunshine should take me about 24 hours, elapsed time. During my journey I will likely pass through 5 different airport terminals and sit in 3 different aircraft for a total of maybe 15 hours. I will be in close proximity to hundreds, thousands, of people who could have come from just about anywhere in the world. Was I of a nervous disposition then that’s the last kind of ordeal I’d put myself through during this present medical emergency. But then, by that token I should never leave the garret at all ~ ever.
However, I will be taking some sensible precautions ~ in essence these will be no different whatsoever to the precautions I always take when travelling long-distances.
- Do not go to or through some disease-ridden hell-hole like Africa, or India, or China, or right now Northern Italy.
- Organise myself aisle seats on all flights, which usually costs extra in coach. An aisle seat because if I’m sitting near someone I don’t like, for example someone coughing and sneezing, then I can always get up and find someplace else to spend most of a long flight. It also gives me a chance to stretch my legs.
- Carry and use cleansing wipes. It’s bloody terrible carrying stuff like a hand sanitiser through airport security, but I will buy one in the departure area.
- Don’t eat any food or drink any liquid that’s of dubious origins.
- Thoroughly wash my hands and face as often as possible.
- Never, ever touch anyone, and touch mucky looking surfaces as little as possible.
- Have comprehensive health cover included in my travel insurance, (£10 million + £10 million repatriation).
- Carry a list of emergency contact numbers.
You’ve seen news footage of people wearing masks ~ that’s bloody pointless. A virus is so small it will just go right through anything you can breathe through.
Some say that it’s better to be safe than sorry. And that they don’t want to get near to anyone who may have been exposed to the coronavirus. All I know is that normal life has a 100% mortality rate and I intend to make the most of every moment I have left in mine.
better to cash out going backwards off a cliff than forted-up in the garret
I don’t only want to know what I am thinking
If you have been reading this blog for a while you will be aware that I haven’t been very well lately ~ sick, quite poorly, hospitalised. Yesterday I had a health check and also got the results of some earlier tests. Quite frankly I was expecting bad news. That wasn’t what happened at all. For a start the lady medical practitioner was all smiles, which slipped a bit when she took my blood pressure ~ too high.
As it goes I wasn’t worried about that, I’d had a brisk walk to get to the health centre, and when she re-took my blood pressure about 3 minutes later it was as near perfect as it gets for a mature guy; 120 / 70.
There were lots of questions, some more tests and measurements, and then the nice lady said that I wasn’t fit and healthy for a guy of my age, I’m fit and healthy for a guy of any age. My kidneys, heart, and liver have just about perfect numbers ~ how great is that?
Two caveats; my weight is right at the upper end of the green zone BMI~wise, I should lose about 7 pounds. Also, I need to see my doctor as soon as convenient to talk about a 10 years health plan.
All that good news got me thinking that I could and should start a longer-term project ~ so I’m going to write a book, perhaps a trilogy. I have no idea what I’m going to write about, fiction / factual / poetry / photography, and this is where things get interesting.
The thing is I know what I think about everything, whatever I write will have no surprises for me ~ so I need to find a writing partner, a collaborator to write this book / trilogy with me.
Over the years several guys have asked to collaborate with me ~ but that’s no good. Not only do I know what I think about everything, I know what and how other men think too. Ergo, I would like to find someone who can utterly surprise me, someone who can provide a different set of thoughts, opinions, views, and beliefs to mine own. A woman; intelligent, opinionated, articulate, mature in outlook…..
So, if you are female and interested in working with me, writing with me, collaborating on a great work, starting day one, then please get in touch. I would be very pleased if you commented on this post.
It matters not where you are, the internet provides a perfect set of tools for long-distance collaboration across oceans and continents. It matters most who you are, someone who loves to express themselves in writing,
I look forward to hearing from you, either here on email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
I can promise you it will be fun, and maybe even profitable.
Some say that behind every great man there has to be a great woman. And that a man working alone always thinks in straight lines. All I know is that every word a woman writes changes the world.
writing is good for the soul