The Day I Complained About My Treatment

Today marks the first anniversary of the day I was admitted to hospital, one of the scariest and most stressful days of my entire life. On the plus side though it meant that I was finally getting the treatment I needed.

A few months ago the mental health nurses at the GP surgery suggested that I put in an official complaint with the practice manager regarding my early treatment, suggesting that it might bring me some sort of closure. 

This was something I considered doing after my first stay in hospital, but it became something that I was somewhat reluctant to do until that appointment with the nurse.

So now, on this most momentous of days, I'm sharing the letter I sent to the practice manager a few months ago. I have recieved replies to this complaint, and the matter, as far as they are concerned, is closed. If this post gets enough hits I may share those replies with you. All I will say for now is that I didn't get the sort of closure the nurse was suggesting.

Why Are There Lights Outside My Window?

My favourite recent Facebook post came from a town's community page. A woman was complaining about the flashing lights she'd seen outside her house the night before, and she asked if anyone else had been woken up by them.

Several other people also complained about the lights and how they're sleep had also been affected. The last post from the thread I saw revealed what had disturbed their peaceful slumber on that fateful night. Turns out it was a thunder storm.

I really think some people shouldn't be left unsupervised.

Bye Bye Garden Centre

At 2pm today Overstrand will be without it's garden centre for the first time in decades. Can't help but feel a little sad. Best job I ever had, which I sadly had to give up back in 2002.

Thanks for the memories peeps. I like to think we did our bit to make the business what it was for the future owners.

It's a Shame to See It Like This

Bertram Watts used to be one of the best shops in Sheringham, one of the places I always used to go to whenever I was in town, along with the likes of Starlings and Peggs Records.

They closed down a few years ago to become one of those bargain shops, the sort that probably ran out of loo paper four years ago. It was pretty much the same sort of stuff that other shops in Sheringham, such as Nobby's, used to do.

Walked past today on my way to the dentist to see it's closed again and up for rent.

It's a shame to see it like this, especially considering what it was like all those years ago when it was thriving.

I Love Retail But I Hate People

Seeing the stories about what's happening at my old stomping ground in Overstrand is stirring up some bad memories.

I love working in customer service, always enjoyed helping people, but there are times when you want to grab hold of them and give them a good....well, you know.

"Where am I going to get my (insert name of product here) from now?" should always be met with this reply from the sales assistant: "Where am I going to earn a living now? How am I going to pay my bills?"

Or the one I was tempted to use during the dying days of Claws 'N' Paws: "Stop being a selfish c**t and consider other people for a change."

I love retail, but there are times when I really hate people.

My Take on the Events of the Past Few Days

Here's my little take on the events of the past few days......

You see, it's pretty disgusting that these people, and I use that term loosely, are using false information spread online to justify rioting in the names of the three girls who were murdered in Southport last week.

It's disgusting that they're causing carnage and endangering lives up and down the land, fuelled by lies and hatred, some of which is spread by people in the public eye, people in positions of power and influence around the world.

Now I'm assuming that some of these people, and again I used that term quite loosely, are getting injured as they espouse their right-wing rhetoric while looting grocery stores and hurling bricks and mortar at his majesty's police force.

Take the chap in the photo for instance. You've probably seen quite a bit of him over the past few days after he took a shot to the back of his head followed by a shot to the groin. Oh, did I mention that the bricks that caused the damage were launched by his own comrades?

Anyway, I'm assuming that the poor fellow would have been in need of hospital treatment, and given that he'd probably been blaming all of his country's ills on those pesky immigrants he would have probably been in for a surprise when he walked into A&E.

This Isn't Their City

Seems like the head of the local wrestling dynasty is blowing a gasket or two because others are holding shows in Norfolk.

You've got guys trying to live off the reputation of a TV show that was cancelled nearly forty years ago coming to Norwich, as well as Sanjay's boys from London heading over to Yarmouth for a summer season.

Add the two fat clowns and their big tent production and the stars falling from the sky (and probably some others as well), and Norfolk slowly becomes more than a one-family show.

It still wouldn't get me going back to watching the grapple game though. You could resurrect Davey Boy and Dynamite and de-age the Sexy Monkey, the man from Detroit and the Essex Bomb and hold a show in my front garden and I still wouldn't go.

An Apology

Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to make a public apology to all of you.

You see, back in 2020, during the dark days of the covid pandemic, I threw my hat into the podcasting world, mainly because I had so much time on my hands. I recorded twelve episodes and mainly spoke about the pandemic, about how it had affected me and so on and so forth.

During one of these episodes, I can’t remember which one, and I can’t be bothered to go and check, I stated that the government of the United Kingdom, under the leadership of Boris Johnson, was doing a good job.

I couldn’t have been more fucking wrong.

More Doctors, More Pain, More Hospital Stuff

So with the latest cycle of medical appointments finished, here's a round-up of recent happenings for you and the family members who aren't on my friends list and who don't speak and skulk around in the background:

The two mental health assessements drew the conclusion that I'm in need of treatmentant given everything I've been through in the past year. I've been put forward for cognitive behavoural therapy, although the waiting list for treatment is six months or so.

The blood tests showed that I have low folate levels. This basically means I'm anaemic, and I'm now on a course of folic acid for the next few months. They also tested to see how my other organs were doing, as well as for diabities. Thankfully that came out all clear.

If You're Happy & You Know It It's Your Meds!

So I'm coming into one of those periods when I don't have a medical appointment. In the past week or so I've had a blood test, an ECG and two mental health assessments.

If you included the paracetamol and ibuprofen I take for the pain (I'm off the codene now for obvious reasons) I'm now on twelve different forms of medication, thirteen if you include the freeze gel I get to help with the pain. That stuff may be cheap but it works wonders.