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Wednesday, August 31st, 2016 02:07 pm
I took my darling Smokey for her annual kitty wellness check up with the local vets. Her general health is excellent, though she is a bit podgy (5.02 kilos) and yet again I need to cut down her kibble. I’m sure it’s those treats; probably if we stuck to food she’d lose that weight.

The down side is that she has dental disease on two bottom teeth either side and will have to have them removed pretty sharpish. I have made an appointment for 28 September for this. Probable cost (sharp intake of breath) anything between £800 and £1,000 once you’ve taken into account blood tests, x-rays, anaesthetic and so on. This is more than my monthly income, and will have to come out of savings. She is insured, but I don’t think it covers dental problems; in fact I’m sure it doesn’t because I just checked. Interestingly, it covers things like acupuncture and homeopathy, neither of which work.
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Saturday, February 20th, 2016 01:56 pm
Again I’ve been silent for a while; it’s curious that having had all this work done, the flat doesn’t feel like it’s ‘mine’ any more, and I’m waiting for this feeling to pass off. Which I’m sure it will.

The illness I mentioned last time is still with me; I’ve been to the doctor and he sent me for blood tests, which I did a week ago. My HbA1c result was not good – which didn’t surprise me, given what I’d been mostly been eating during that period.

It should improve when tested next because I’m currently bothered by a lack of appetite. I’m managing very small meals of not very interesting things. So instead of breakfast being one or two portions of porridge, it’s one and I can’t always finish that. Grump. I can’t manage anything sweet, either. People would say that I could stand to lose a bit of weight, but I’m bothered about it not being exactly my choice.

The rest of the blood test results the doctor didn’t tell me in detail, though I gathered my white blood cells are either low or high or something they shouldn’t be, but he has decided that the upper respiratory tract infection I have can’t be viral because it should be self-limiting and isn’t being. I’ve had it since the middle of December. So he’s prescribed an antibiotic in the hope that will work. Fingers crossed.

It is good to have Smokey back, she’s been home about a week or a little longer. She’s getting used to the changed flat quicker than I am.
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Thursday, September 3rd, 2015 01:45 pm
I took Smokey for her annual trip to the vet to make sure she's in good shape: she is indeed in fine fettle, the only moan being that she's a bit pudgy and could do with losing some weight.

I agreed to try to feed her fewer treats. She won't like that much. However, I will try.

In other news, there is no other news.
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Tuesday, August 4th, 2015 05:36 pm
I'm just doomed, I think.

I went to the dentist today to have a clean and two fillings done, in that order. So it happened (much with the ouch, I'd rather have the fillings than the clean, on the whole) and I was safely on my way home, when a bit fell off one of the fillings.

I've called the dentist and will have to go back on Friday to get him to fix it.

The Classic FM is to calm me down. My dentist is a very nice man, but I don't want to get to know him any better than I do now.
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Wednesday, July 8th, 2015 01:59 pm
Project: Dentist III went off well and I arrived on time and saw him. He ran late, but that's the nature of medical people.

Project: Dentist IV takes place on August 4th, where we have the hygienist and also two fillings, one rather large.

This dentist thing is not a cheap hobby. He said that NHS fillings last between four and six years. I didn't tell him that some of my NHS fillings have lasted 20+ years and are still going strong.
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Tuesday, October 14th, 2014 04:45 pm
I've just sat and waited for someone at my doctor's surgery to pick up for twenty seven minutes. In the end, they didn't, I got put through to a random voicemail. So I left an annoyed message and rang off.

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Monday, October 7th, 2013 03:53 pm
This is very much the case where I work - does it sound familiar to you?

An extract from Risks 624 - TUC Health and safety newsletter

28 September 2013

A managerial offensive is taking place at work, with a new report claiming the government's blitz on employment rights and welfare is being mirrored in a 'new workplace tyranny' and a massive intensification of work.

Professor Phil Taylor of the University of Strathclyde Business School, writing in Hazards magazine, says the phenomenon 'has brought narrow tasking, stress, bullying and lack of voice.

The combination of unremitting intensity, insecurity and claustrophobic control and coercion is now characteristic of work across the economy.' He warns that performance management is the main tool used to up the pressure at work, with a proportion of workers set up to fail by design. Professor Taylor warns: 'In the worst cases, managers are given targets for the numbers of workers under their control who should be underperforming, put on sickness absence management actions or 'exited' out of the organisation. Should they fail to meet these targets, the managers themselves will be judged to be underperforming.'

The professor concludes: 'Unrelenting work intensity and the insecurity caused by fear of the consequences of underperforming induce profound pressure and cause deep anxiety,' adding: 'The outcome frequently is a vicious circle. A worker gets a poor performance ranking and it affects their confidence. They are put on a PIP [performance improvement programme] and they believe that they have been targeted. Stress might follow and they go off sick.

When they return to work, often prematurely, they are in 'a two-pronged cycle', facing warnings over their performance and sickness absence triggers. The resultant pressure compounds their insecurity making them even less likely to make the improvements the performance managers are demanding. The result can be acute mental ill-health with the threat of capability dismissal looming.'

Comment: I've had several lambkins come to me caught in that stress - sickness - underperforming - stress - sickness - underperforming cycle. It's seriously not funny and you can be eased out of even a government job in as little as three months.
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Tuesday, February 12th, 2013 02:39 pm
Well, it could have been a lot worse. The cost of my new glasses without the government contribution for 'complex prescription' was £418 ($630). With the contribution it was £213.40 ($320). So there's some money left over in my 'spectacle savings' for a set of prescription sunglasses, which I've been needing for a couple of years. My current set of prescription sunglasses is about five prescriptions old, which means I probably shouldn't be wearing them at all, for anything.

Interestingly, with my diabetes settling down, my eyes have settled to pretty much the same, with the exception of the astigmatism, which is still 10 on one eye and 180 on the other. Or something like that.

The reason for my dislike is that I went for my appointment and arrived exactly on time at 10:55. I wasn't out of there until 13:20, what with their messing about with lenses that have to be ground for me in the factory, and putting them on their computer under 'misc'. It seems complex prescriptions like mine are quite rare, or they'd know what to do with them. Plus, there is the irritation of having to have your face measured.

I'll try to remember and next time allow two and a half hours for it all.
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Wednesday, January 16th, 2013 08:40 am
For those who are more expert than me in diabetes - is it usual for your blood sugar to be really high if you've got a cold or are otherwise ill? Mine was 9.6 this morning and 10.2 yesterday, which is high even for me.
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Wednesday, January 9th, 2013 11:04 am
I got three hours sleep last night. This is not enough, and I'm really feeling it.

Normally, I sleep very well. Insomnia is not an issue for me, partly at least to the medications I'm on, some of which have a soporific effect.

Last night, they did not cast their usual magic.

The first thing that went wrong was that yesterday was a very busy day at work and by the end of it my head was spinning. I had eight things to achieve, all of which had short deadlines, plus two interviews with lambkins with problems – this is about twice the amount of work I would have on a normal day.

The second thing that caused me trouble was my upstairs neighbours. Anyone who follows my Twitter stream with any assiduity may have noticed that I occasionally spit venom late at night in the direction of my upstairs neighbours as they can be irritating.

Last night was the nadir. They kicked off by having a noisy argument at around 11pm, moved on (as they often do) to noisy sex, and then they prayed and chanted, loudly, until about 1am. I went to sleep around this time. I woke up, or was woken, at about 4am to find that they'd kicked off again with the noisy argument – it sounded like the same argument as earlier, but what do I know. Then they prayed and chanted until about six, or half past, at which point my alarm went off.

I have no idea what religion these people are – I have gathered from the content of the chanting that it's some species of Pentecostal Christian. If so, they are the most thoughtless Christians I've ever encountered, because this is not the first time they've prayed and chanted long into the night. Sometimes they invite friends over so that they can pray and chant even louder long into the night, and then have long, loud, conversations on the stairs.

So, today, I am not my usual bobbish self. I cannot wait for these people to move.
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Monday, October 22nd, 2012 05:01 pm
On Saturday I went on the TUC’s march for a Future that Works (stupid name, not at all catchy) and I’ve uploaded a few photographs.

None of them are very good because I did the short march for the crocked, which started from St James Street, and it took a long time for people to start forming up, and by the time they’d started and formed up I’d lost interest in taking photos.

Turnout was about 150,000 or so. Not as many as on the march in March, which was disappointing. But then I don’t think the big unions pushed it as much as they could have done. Our union really rammed it down our throats, which probably explains why there were so many of us compared with our size and so few of some of the bigger ones.

In other news

I’m carefully taking blood sugar readings every day at least once a day and so far I’ve come up with the following things that are reliably not good for me to eat:

Mashed potato

This does make some kind of logical sense given what they’re made from. But why those two, when syrup filled flapjacks are (comparatively) fine. Must be the oats, I suppose.
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Wednesday, July 18th, 2012 03:19 pm
Shocking article here. It seems Worcestershire county council has just announced its proposal to shut away disabled people in care homes for the rest of their lives – openly admitting that it is a policy based on finances not necessarily on the individual’s health or care needs.

The moral of this story is don't live in Worcestershire, though really I can see all councils following their lead.
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Friday, June 15th, 2012 02:57 pm
Good news on the dental front – I haven't got to have any dental work done. All he did was 'tidy up' a filling on my front tooth which was staining. Let's see how that works out. I did get a lecture-ette about not going for two years.

He couldn't help with my dry mouth thing and has suggested I go back to my doctor about it. Which I will.

Ho hum.
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Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 04:48 pm
Even the diabetes books don't tell you how rubbish having diabetes actually is, and I suspect it gets even worse if you have any of the complications that can come about from having it ill-controlled.

I visited my optician yesterday. The bad news is that my prescription is out of date – my right eye has changed again. My eyes always change from one appointment to the next; that's why I can't have lasik or any of those nice things. But she won't issue new glasses until my diabetes is under control. This is not entirely bad news – I am thus saved £300 – but it does mean that I'm sometimes struggling to see properly.

Next week she will do a diabetic retinopathy test. She insists. So I've booked it in for the latest appointment she'll reasonably do it, which is 3pm.

Meanwhile, this morning, I get a letter from the local NHS clinic, for, guess what? A diabetic retinopathy test. And yes, I have to go to both; they won't rely on my optician to notify my doctor. The second test is on 5 July and it's in the morning, so I've booked the afternoon off as leave. I suppose I can listen to a talking book while being unable to see properly. Or even less properly than I can already see. If you see what I mean.

Plus, Tesco, bless their little cotton socks, did not send me sufficient salad to keep me going until the weekend so what I'm going to eat, I don't know.

Friday, I have to go to the dentist and I'm shaking in my shoes. I don't know what he'll find as I haven't been for more than two years.

OK, first world problems. I know there are people who would give their eye teeth to have my life.
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Thursday, June 7th, 2012 02:53 pm
I don't usually look forward to my appointments with my opticians. For one thing, they usually end up costing me an arm and a leg.

But I keep getting outbreaks of blurred vision, which is probably part of the diabetes but is worrying me rather. So I'm anticipating going, just so I can raise it.

It's particularly bad today. Looking into a computer screen is very difficult and irritating.
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Wednesday, June 6th, 2012 01:42 pm
I am supposed to be drafting instructions to the Ministry of Magic's' lawyers, but the subject matter is such that I can feel my brain cells dying as I type so I'm taking some time off to mull things over.

I had a very pleasant long weekend, the longer because we Ministry of Magic witches and wizards had an extra day because of the Queen's Birthday and I took mine on Friday. That meant I had a full five days in which to relax.

I met [livejournal.com profile] gloria1 on Sunday morning for breakfast, which was very pleasant as always. Then [livejournal.com profile] julianj2 came over on Monday to watch some films.

We saw something he'd brought first, a film called "Nice Girls Don't Explode", which was very…odd. I don't think I got as much out of it as I would have if I was from the US. I thought some of the jokes were above me.

Then we watched "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy", the version with Gary Oldman as Smiley. Neither [livejournal.com profile] julianj2 nor I could remember the identity of the mole, though I've both read the book and seen the previous TV version. The film requires 100% of your attention; you can't look away for a minute or you'll miss something. Not even the minute in which you're admiring the faultless attention to detail in the interiors, and wondering how we survived the 1970s in those ugly surroundings.

And finally, brains turned to mush by watching Tinker Tailor with exaggerated attention in case we missed a moment of Gary Oldman with a thoughtful look on his face, we watched a film called "Centurion", starring Michael Fassbender as a Roman, Quintus Dias.

There were no thoughtful looks in this. Fassbender was ripped, well worth a leer, but I'm afraid the Romans behaved almost completely unlike any Romans I've ever been told about on Time Team or elsewhere. So bad was that that [livejournal.com profile] julianj2 said we didn't have to watch it if I wasn't enjoying it. But I actually was having a good time ripping it to bits. I particularly loved the way that the women characters, none of whose names I can remember, managed to keep their hair, make up and nails perfect while being (variously) warriors on the range or a weird witch of the woods.

In health news

The tablets I'm taking seem to be having no effect whatsoever. I feel exactly the same as I did before, right down to the tendency to fall asleep at odd moments.

I therefore assume I'm one of those people for whom diabetes has no obvious symptoms.
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Tuesday, May 8th, 2012 04:53 pm
I have central heating at last. Two and a half weeks without it, and I was beginning to feel a bit cold.

In health news, I've done the other tests and now await results.
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Monday, April 30th, 2012 08:25 pm
The nurse from the local doctors called; I had to have a blood test to check my liver function is OK to continue taking my drugs and she phoned with the results.

That part was fine, but it looks as if I may have diabetes. Fasting blood sugar should be under 7; mine was 12. (Er...ooops.)

So they're going to do a special blood test to see what your blood sugar has been over the last three months - I forget what they call it - and a urine test. What fun.

It's not good news.

However, I've been sort-of expecting it over the last few years. I think trouble with the pancreas is in the genes in my family; the Aged P. had diabetes and my late father had pancreatic cancer, which killed him. Of the two I'd rather have the diabetes.
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Thursday, February 23rd, 2012 03:47 pm
I barely have time to breathe, I'm so busy, and yet very little of it is of a kind which can be repeated. I don't even have any opinions other than 'this government stinks' which can be repeated.

Having said that I came across an entry on the "Where's the Benefit" blog the other day (yesterday) though it was actually posted on the 17th. Shocked headline as fat disabled woman has fun. It appears that the Telegraph now views the idea that someone who is fat and disabled might want to go out an enjoy themselves as evidence that she is (a) faking and (b) therefore not entitled to benefits. OK, the article is more nuanced than that, but not much.

It's not the article quite so much as the stupid little questionnaire thing. That really got my goat. Now I'm someone whose idea of amusement is a committee meeting, but as one of the people who made comments said, you'd think by now I'd be used to this kind of hate, but I'm not. It's almost like you don't dare be fat, disabled or (worse) both in public.

They can fuck off, frankly. The idea that there are Torygraph readers concern-trolling my menu choices is enough to make me eat a litre of chocolate ice cream just to be contrary.
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Tuesday, November 1st, 2011 02:25 pm
Does anyone else have this thing where they forget words or phrases as if they never existed?

Just now I was writing something for work and I completely forgot the phrase 'collective bargaining'. I knew there was such a thing, but couldn't bring the words to mind no matter how hard I thought. I had to look it up on our intranet and hope that eventually the phrase I needed would come up. Which it did.

The other day, I met some friends in the pub and I had to order a drink. I could visualise what it was I wanted, but couldn't describe it, and had to edge towards it in the conversation in stages until the barman suggested it, and then I could remember what it was called. Crabbies Ginger Beer, in case you were wondering.

It's also happened in the past with such obvious things as "onions" and "mushrooms".

I hate it, and I have no idea why it happens. Can anyone suggest anything? It never seems worth taking to a doctor, but it's a pain in the arse.