I took my temperature yesterday morning and it was rather low that is it was about 35.4 centigrade so I thought I’d better take it again in the evening
I looked at the thermometer and it was 41.1 so I talked to myself oh my god I’ve got sepsis!
I was too tired bother ringing anybody like 111.
I took it earlier today and it seemed to give the same reading but when I examined it closely I realized that somehow I had converted the scale into Fahrenheit.
The reading was 97.1 Fahrenheit so beware. I do find it difficult to read certain types of instrument or on various sorts of surface
Mary and Annie had invited a new neighbour for tea.They got out the big teapot and some blue cups and saucers made of china Is there enough milk,Annie enquired? Yes,I’ve got six pints, my finger must have trembled when I was ticking the box for the order Milk keeps much longer now than it used to Annie cried plaintively Maybe the cows are given preservatives .Mary mused You mean the cows eat them,Annie asked? Well, it’s just one possibility,Mary thought out loud Now, where shall Edna sit? You sit on the sofa with her and I’ll sit in this swivelling chair OK,Annie muttered as she shook the door mat and brushed Emile the cat The doorbell rang.There stood Edna in a purple wool coat and red hat Come in,Mary whispered.Let me take your coat Edna went and sat down by Annie while Mary carried in the tea tray Have you had your vaccination yet, she asked Edna gently Oh, don’t talk about it,I can’t bear injections Edna said in an argumentative manner So don’t you have blood tests,is that wise? For God’s sake, don’t mention blood ever or I’ll scream Are you afraid of it? I don’t want to discuss it, nor urine, Edna said as she swigged the tea and filled her cup again I’ll be glad when Donalld Trump leaves,Annie said in an effort to change the subject Why don’t people like him,Edna asked furtively. He is a rich man with a beautiful wife I don’t like people merely because they are rich.Mary informed the ladies I don’t mind them, said Annie, unless they are vulgar, greedy, liars, and sons of the devil That is a very prejudiced view,Edna told her.Everyone is entitled to behave exactly how they want Well,Annie said,I’d like to lie down on the grass over there by the river and have sex with that psychotherapist who lives across the road But it would cause scandal unless lots of people did the same Has your imagined lover got no bed,Mary teased her? I think that’s disgusting , in a an older woman said Edna.I suppose that’s why you have that teal eyeshadow and mascara on not to mention your rose lipstick.I’ve seen it in Harrods I got them in Channel supplies in Birkenhead.They are near the Mersey Tunnel It’s a long way to go,said Edna.How do you get there and why is it nor called Tunnel Supplies I follow a man on Facebook and he often drives up there so I get my car out and keep behind him all the way on the M1 etc Does he know about this? No, he’s not following me on FB any more I wonder why that is, Edna mused with a strange sneer He is paranoid,I suspect No wonder,Mary said.He thinks he is imagining you. I hope his imagination is as pure as the driven snow,Annie answered Well, we’ll never know.Look at Princess Diana….she had many lovers.. I hate her, said Edna viciously Oh,dear. said Mary.Did she hurt you? No, she was cruel to Prince Charles.Her mind was innocent then and she had no repertoire of the sexual arts Many women were virgins when they were single.How would they know such mysteries? They could look at porn,Edna said rudely.. Do you look at porn, Annie asked her kindly? Well,I would if I had a lover,Edna murmured shyly Maybe they should teach it instead of algebra,Mary suggested, though once it was an instinct The parents might be angry,Edna said sadly if their children knew more than them But intimacy is not merely sex,Annie told them politely It’s being able to to reveal yourself to the other person without fear and I don’t mean wearing see through nighties Emile mewed loudly Mother, don’t you wear one.The milkman might see your body I find them too cold anyway,Mary giggled sensibly If I get another man he will have to like wincyette or fleece Well,good luck, said Edna.No English man would want either of you Edna you are very rude,What is wrong with you? I’ve got pre-traumatic stress disorder and there is no cure Well,use your common sense or just keep quiet and sulk silently And so say all of us.
There is no clear diagnosis of an anger disorder, but the psychiatric diagnostic manual does include “intermittent explosive disorder”, which is characterised by recurrent behavioural outbursts representing a failure to control aggressive impulses. This affects 7.3% of the population at some point in their life and 3.9% in the past 12 months.
Anger, however, is a common clinical presentation that features across an array of different mental health problems, such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, substance use disorders and many more.
If you begin to notice that you are on edge quite a lot, do things that you later regret, are quick to react instead of respond, and that you have people in your life who have told you that you tend to get angry, it might be helpful to do something about it.
Annie went onto Mary’s patio at 10 am and began to water her many tubs.The watering can was filled with rain water though the weather was now a little drier.
Emile ran behind her admiring her tight black jeans from Calvin Klein and her red blouse from Bowlands of Wrath.
Suddenly the bedroom window opened and Mary leaned out. Hi Annie,I have not gone away after all. Why not? asked her caring and dear neighbour Well,I completely forgot because I was out last night meeting a man from Soul-mates and got home so late I slept right through the alarm. A pity you didn’t bring him back,said Annie licking her lips. I can’t bring any man here so soon,Mary informed her.I rang the hotel and cancelled my booking.With the weather so odd even Blackpool Illuminations would not cheer anyone up.I didn’t know which clothes to take either. Isn’t it interesting that as we get better off we get problems like that,remarked Annie. When we were young we had so few clothes we had no trouble packing. Mary laughed.My first year after University I bought two cotton dresses in Woolworth’s.I thought they were ok but later discovered they were almost transparent.Anyway I wore themn But now few women wear dresses.
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Look at you in those jeans and you a pensioner! Annie gazed up to Mary, revealing her thick Revlon skin polish and L’Oreal cream rich foundation in golden grey-beige.Her parted lips were coated in moisture rich coral lipstick by Mussolini and Co. of Argentina and Vienna. Mary was wearing a long nightgown made of pure nylon decorated with photos of cats of all breeds.Emile had given it her for her birthday.He had managed to type it into the google box on his laptop paying with Stan’s credit card from the Bank of Vichy and Nice,France. I want some tea,Mary said.
Soon she appeared in a polyester house dress from Daxon of Paris and the Ruhr. lt was covered in pictures of snakes. Why,those snakes are rather horrible, Annie said. I know snakes are in fashion but I shall avoid them.I saw some trousers in Marks but they might give a man the wrong impression. That is sexist ,Mary told her shyly.They might give a lesbian the wrong impression too. Oh,dear. Isn’t life hard now when we have to be so careful what we say.I wonder if it is because of social alienation and the rapid changes in demographics that we need rules when before we knew all our neighbours and they knew us.With strangers we need more rules. I agree, said Mary defiantly.And I just saw a book called “Compassionate Assertiveness Training”She laughed. Shall we send one to Donald Trump.Can you believe what America is like if a man like that can be President? Well,it’s a democracy so if Satan lived there he could stand if he had the money.. The two women suddenly fell silent.Emile was puzzled as they rarely paused like this once they got going Is he the anti-Christ, purred the little cat. Satan or Donald Trump? asked Annie. Well …. we’ve never seen Satan as yet…But we must watch out in case he comes here to punish the weak and the sick. Well that gave them all a moment of wonder before Mary grilled some bacon and cut some bread from a loaf she got in the Victoria Bakery. Here you are,she said to Annie,handing her a sandwich.Better eat anyway,whatever happens.Give me some hot tea,quick And so pray all of us. For he’s a Bally Woodfiller, He’s a Wooly Sad Triller And all day so are us.
God voluntarily turned himself in at one the governments vans asking illegal immigrants if they want to go home.Lawyers are assessing the cost of shooting God up to heaven from the top of Snowdon or Great Gable. God declined to say how he arrived in Britain though his burkha gave us a clue . She signed in for benefits as Jessy Christ and said she had two husbands.At the time she was labelled as border-line schizophrenic but the Father and the Spirit were found in her council house. helping some beggars to cook a nice dinner.To have a council house in Walthamstow is a miracle in itself God will be getting a reduction in her housing benefit He can sleep in one bedroom if the bed is bigger.The judge says he does not accept that each person in the Trinity needs their own room. Why God came here is not known as yet.Why he stayed is even more puzzling given the native dislike of foreigners and illegal immigrants where ever they come from, However God has been a great burden on the Economy as he has so many children that the Social Services can’t count them.Though many do seem to be employed gainfully or helping the sick and elderly His English is ok grammatically but we were told he has a “foreign accent” and had no papers or identity cards though he did have with him an archangel who spoke English with a Lancashire accent. God has asked that all the Mediaeval Cathedrals be returned to the Catholic Church as his son does not like Anne Boleyn very much and thought Henry V111th was a narcissistic ego maniac with delusions… he We’ll let you know more about the drain on the Economy and whether God caused the Recession in the next day or two.He certainly does move in mysterious ways…..that’s why no-one saw him arrive. Watch out and keep your doors barred in case he tries to move into your house or garden shed with a few companions.You can recognise them by the golden glow around them and possibly their wings.Photos accepted. Britain for the British.Have no mercy.Have no love of your neighbour.Everyone for himself or herself.He has to realise it’s a market society and that he needs PR and an advertising agent and a nationality and passport. Keep Britain free from foreign invasions.
write down and look up the meaning of unfamiliar words, which makes me tortuously slow at reading. I also like to reread certain phrases or sentences and think about them for a while. I enjoy books that are not mainstream too, although one of my favourites has been Orbital,.
Are you a bad enough parent? We’ve heard of good enough mothers through the work of Dr DW Winnicott, but surely mothers need to be bad as well and fathers do but how bad do they need to be?
Murdering their children will be too bad, but never disagreeing with them will be too good
Be bad enough to others to make sure you are respecting your own boundaries you know it makes sense and you read it here first in a similar manner you need your baby to be bad enough because if the baby is too good she will be ignored and made use of by unkind parents
Everybody needs to be a little bit bad enough to preserve their own self while living in this curious unequal society
My husband was in the hospital and he tested positive for TV
That’s all right you can turn him on whenever you like
The surgeon drained my knee with a lozenge. Or was it a Syrian? I wish I’d learnt to read when I was blunder
Did they put a primula in the back of your hand first?
She said your knee is twice the normal size, are you in any discomfort?
I knew my stockings were too tight, so I said, no.
She said, you don’t seem to realize the toll this is taking on me.
So I suggested she should change her job.
I was having a problem distinguishing between myself and other people.
She said, all this pain is bad for you. Would you like a morphine patch on your shoulder?
I said, what about putting it on my bladder I would really like that better
She said I’ve never been so consulted in my satired life. You have to put the patch on your skin on top of some blood vessels
So I said, what about putting it over my heart?
Maybe you could inject it right into my heart directly.
That will be assisted dying and it’s not even legal yet so I will be committing murder.
I didn’t realise morphine was so dangerous. And it can make you feel depressed as well as killing you
Have you noticed now that nearly all the doctors are women and they work part-time and they tell you at 8:00 p.m. in A&E,
stop talking because I’ve got children working for me at home.
Is it my fault if they employ foreigners as underage slaves?
Anyway I think I might be going deaf when I recover from all my ailments I have to go to the doctor and say
I can’t hear you
And she will shout
What?
Modern slavery in Britain a serious things l
By the way there are people here we brought from Africa tempted by the offer of money and they are working as carers being paid the minimum wage and their own money to the company that brought them over claiming their needed it for their visas.
It’s a form of modern slavery in my opinion and it’s disgusting I have met some of them and they are lovely people some are qualified teachers and other professionals
The poverty in their home country is great and the life expectation is not very long but this is no reason to exploit them.
I’m learned from my experiences in the nursing home especially those I had with two very old ladies with dementia but also with a lot of personality as well. one of them said to me if only I could have visitors who didn’t keep talking I would just like to have someone there like my son in the room but not constantly talking. I was glad that I was able to be with her for an hour and a half on her last day of life. she was conscious but in severe pain and I sat by her until the nurse asked me to to leave because they had to wash her. When I got to the door she said say goodnight everyone. It was only 3:30 in the afternoon but I did what she wanted as I said on her behalf goodnight everyone good night it was a great privilege to know this Welsh school teacher who was a mother of three children the other woman was more severely affected by dementia I learnt from observation and experience that I could communicate with her much better if I was present snd fully aware of my own body. You could say when I was indwelling in my body. then she would respond even when she seemed mentally disturbed. through this being present I became fond of her I would say that in the end I loved her; she was very different from the angry person who swore at me when she finally said: you are so gentle, I love you K
While the priest annointed him with oils I played in the gutter all alone I hoped to find the marbles we had lost Or from the melted tar to pluck a stone
The summer was so hot the cobbles baked Looking like a row of fresh made loaves There were no fishes in the millstream’s rush Nor a place where bread and Saviour rose
I found a florin in the cobbled street I found two marbles lying near a grid I found a daisy squashed in a wide crack I saw a spider hanged in its own web
To summarise ,my father went away The Queen was crowned and we just had to play
I remember you boys rolling marbles down the gutter
And how you prized them, have beautiful they where when you rolled them on your hands in the sunshine
I remember you climbing fences and falling off walls while I stood by to admire you
We found a well in someone’s allotment covered over mr by tin.
You frightened me with tales of boys vtorturing frogs.
Maybe you were frightened of the prospect of national service.
Sometimes you talked about the Nazis
But you could never have said to anyone that you were afraid.
Before that I remember you climbing up the piano trying to get to the Christmas tree on the top.
You seem so full of energy alive so happy and yet it was not true
Later you developed panic syndrome I could hardly believe it
And then you died with Parkinson’s disease
You were lonely in the nursing home. I hoped when you drowsed that you remembered the marbles and playing rounders in the street
You taught me how to bowl over arm. I wanted to play cricket but it never happened How full of possibility the world seemed, the energy, the joy, the lust for life.
On a whim I went to Downing Street They charged me fifty pounds for both my feet Then no-one anwered when I rang the bell I looked in through a hole, the penny fell
I claim I saw the tide was coming in Riding high with whales, oh they were thin What next , a golden galaxy implodes Stars shoot out like sparks from other worlds
Jonah rode a whale to London Town Still in shock, he did not hear a sound All tongues will dry until we see the flames The burning bush, the prophecy, the Name
For Sophocles I spent a million pounds My credit card’s still bouncing underground
Oh,light bulb foreseen by our God Save us all from darkness’ rod You are our Saviour as foretold In prophecy by ancients bold. We will worship you at night When sunken is the sun so bright. We’ll watch TV and Kindle fire No more to play shall we aspire. We’ll wear ourselves out watching screens, As from a can we eat baked beans We’ll send for pizzas with our phones With which we never feel alone. We might talk to our partner dear Though to text is easier. We see the neon street lights gleam Where once we saw the moon’s cold beams And in bed we read our books With a kindle or a nook We put beneath out pillows fair I phones which we long to hear Can one have too much new light? From technology some take flight For gone are seasons, and their fruit As our computer we reboot. New potatoes all year round Avocados once quite rare Now are seem ‘most everywhere. Melons,grapes and fresh green peas As the birds sing,life’s a breeze. Oh light bulbs,fluorescent tubes Electric candle, light is cubed. We thank you for extended days Maybe we’ll find time for prayers. God is great in mystery No light bulb can help us see. In silence,darkness, meditate Wonder what will be our fate. As retribution for our wrong Satan stabs us with his prongs He needs no more light in hell The fiery furnace cooks as well.
A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach Can touch, can move, can embrace in its sounds The inner soul where its vibrations teach.
When cut off, silent,after sad defeat Such gentle words can break our sullen bonds A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
We must not torture nor torment in speech Our heart, the centre of our morbid wounds The inner soul with its vibrations speaks..
From our eye, a tear springs with relief From imprisoned sulking, jump with a great bound! A word that’s spoken by a friend can reach.
Muscles weaken,but the mind stays fleet Humour and its cousins are our clowns The inner soul by its athletics speaks.
I smile and smile yet rarely do I frown For I will rise up, even when low down A word that by a friend can reach,provoke In our souls ,deep memories will evoks
How my heart speaks 