Plastered...

We are getting to know our local hospital a little too well...
Last Saturday I blacked out and broke my wrist - after having it 'pulled' and re-set by Mr Brett (a Norfolk boy!), and plastered.
I was kept in for observation as my slow heart rate had 'em all worried! I suspect it's nothing new, but it is about to be investigated for the first time as apparently it just isn't normal for the heart-rate of someone in pain to go down instead of up and may account for the momentary blackout that preceded the fall!
By Sunday afternoon, they'd had enough of me and I was allowed home, once my cast had been extended over the elbow. They really don't want this fracture to move!
On Monday afternoon, David noticed that my knuckles had swollen and turned a fetching shade of purple, so we returned to A&E to have the cast loosened a shade.
So we can breathe a sigh or relief that we don't need to visit the Hospital again until my Fracture Clinic appointment on Thursday...
...or maybe not!
Today, David was complaining about having something in his eye, and the GP decided to send him up to A&E...! Somehow he had got a tiny splinter of metal in his eye, which the doctor was able to remove after a certain amount of prodding and scraping.
So now we have an appointment at the Fracture Clinic tomorrow and at the Eye Clinic on Friday!
Honestly, we can't make one fully-functioning body between us, and we have about 12 days to decorate the front room, fit skirtings and box the meters before the carpet men arrive! 
Life is never predictable here!

We All Scream For...Valentines?

It's St. Valentine's Day already so we know that Spring cannot be far away!

There are plenty of harbingers of Spring in evidence: a small clump of snowdrops is nodding by the front door, and the seagulls are beginning to make their presence felt in no uncertain terms, which can only mean that their massive yearly love-in is about to start...! Ear-plugs at the ready folks!

And today I heard the first.....ice cream van! 
The merry strains of the theme from 'Match Of  The Day' played on  ice cream van chimes was unmistakeable! Makes a change from the traditional 'Greensleeves' of my youth, I suppose.


I was reminded of the Morecambe and Wise sketch in which Eric and Ernie are in their pyjamas, sitting in bed. Eric is chewing on his pipe-stem and Ern is probably working on one of the plays what he wrote, when a police car passes, sirens wailing. 
Eric remarks, 'He won't sell many going at that speed...!'

Enjoy your Valentine's Day! 

A Truly Wierd Vintage Find!

Recently Copeland Talking Newspaper, which provides recorded news for the blind and partially sighted folk in West Cumbria, had a grand sort-out!

Amongst the 'goodies' was an old Boots First Aid Kit in its original tin! Thankfully it has been replaced by an up to date version!

 Note the price on the tin!

Many of the original contents remained inside including triangular bandages in paper wrapping, a bottle of Sal Volatile, a metal tube of Germolene Ointment, eye pads, finger dressings, burn dressings a little cardboard box of cotton wool, a box of absorbent lint, a paper envelope of safety pins, and assorted bandages etc.

The supplies in all their (mostly pre-decimal) glory!

The kit is going to be offered on ebay in the hope that a collector of medical-related tat will be so kind as to part with some post-decimal coin of the realm to help CTN's computer fund !