Thursday, January 26, 2006



I was online with the taxman .. .. ..

.......... yesterday I didn't blog ............. about 1pm I started to feel that horrible feeling I last had a couple of years ago which ended up with two vehicles outside my home with blue flashing lights.

It was like lead rugby ball in my stomach - filled with cramp.
Joan was out and I walked around indoors, in bed, in a chair, on the floor and I could not ease the pain or get comfortable in any way. Gaviscon worked after a few hours last time. They found that out in A&E - Romford Hospital. This time - it did not go ..................... a long 'no go'.
I had cold sweats and hot ones.
In a warm house I could not get warm until about 8 pm when I forced myself to lie in bed and cover up with extra clothes and bed-socks!

Interesting how everything went out of the window in terms of::
Celebrity Big Brother, dealing with piles of The Book of Big Blobs, post office and even the taxman!
When humans are on the edge of survival and demanding pain, social conditions and bitter relationships - it is tough to think or love your neighbour - or make poverty history.
QQQQQQQ "An empty belly has no ears" says the African Proverb.
When you are on the frontiers of life, words are not needed - nor advice ........... but what does matter is support. Supporting People in Hostels - supporting Make Poverty History - Christian Aid - Y Care - has a massive impact on humans who are in need during a crucial period.

:: I wonder how Vicky Pollard gets her support - who from?::

So Joan came in and silently 'supported' me. A horrible night with little sleep and then - I got out of bed in the middle of the night ...... the fever had gone. The lead balloon had lost it's lead. I feel week and hate feeling sick - vulnerable like this - imperfection indeed. I feel week now - physically and I am going to the Doctors because my gut need attention. Porridge to eat all day today to try to get rid of the rugby ball. Taxman tomorrow.



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