I do not have breakfast first thing in the morning, it's just a coffee. When I get back from my morning run or runs, depending on the need for a overflow run. I get breakfast with the rest of the lads and have a informal meeting on what's going on that day or tomorrow.
Today was no different. Except a member of staff that came to sit and chat with us, commented on my repetitive diet for breakfast. What he did not know was there is a reason for this, The clock told me what to eat. Right, before you call for a little white number that ties at the back, let me explain.
As you know I am on an emotional roller coaster after Kim death. And there are times where I do not feel like eating, That is when the logical part of my mind, does in true Mr Spock style, comes up with a simple logical way of keeping me on my feet and do what I need to do. If I don't want to eat, I have to eat before a set time. Do you know something, it works, when you got into the swing of it.
I don't really know if I should be talking about this, as loss of appetite can be one of the signs of depression. Not to say I was depressed. But this could be used as a guide to hiding it, and hiding signs of depression can be a very dangerous thing.
Out of the airwaves
I am doing one of the overflow minibus to and from our main campus to our Baschurch campus. This means I got 12 miles of just me and the radio coming back in the morning and going over in the afternoon.
Today is no exception. I Listen to radio 1, but I am not enjoying it any more. There are a couple of songs I can not listen to since Kim died, and one come on the radio, my heart with go on. My hand dives to the any button to get rid of it. My finger lands on the tune down button, The radio locked on to the next radio station.
There is a what I can only describe as a bigoted bloke, that could only see his view point and was being tied in knots by a second bloke that was putting over more than one view on the subject, I can't remember what the subject was, but I quiet like the way the presenter put ideas across.
When I got back to my base site, I added this station to the radio's pre-sets. The presenter, one Jim Hawkins, and yes, I wondered if he started out on treasure island radio too. Had really captured my ear, so I set about cleaning out the back of my minibus. Jim came across to me as an intelligent, well read/informed bloke. With a bit of a eccentric / quirky charismata about him.
A standard clean of my van had become a full blown clean out. I left Radio Shropshire to get on with other jobs I needed to do, missing a presenter that, I would enjoying as regularly as the rest of presenters. Mr Colin Young,
When time came for me to return to the Baschurch campus, I had the delight of Clare Ashford. A warm and funny lady, that enjoyed interaction with her listeners. I was to find out later that she came from a village a few miles away my home town of Oswestry.
Little did I know at the time that, this Local BBC radio station was going to be one of the corner stones of my emotional recovery. Introducing me to many wonder people on twitter and being there for me to pluck out of the air to enjoy and interact with.
Today is no exception. I Listen to radio 1, but I am not enjoying it any more. There are a couple of songs I can not listen to since Kim died, and one come on the radio, my heart with go on. My hand dives to the any button to get rid of it. My finger lands on the tune down button, The radio locked on to the next radio station.
There is a what I can only describe as a bigoted bloke, that could only see his view point and was being tied in knots by a second bloke that was putting over more than one view on the subject, I can't remember what the subject was, but I quiet like the way the presenter put ideas across.
When I got back to my base site, I added this station to the radio's pre-sets. The presenter, one Jim Hawkins, and yes, I wondered if he started out on treasure island radio too. Had really captured my ear, so I set about cleaning out the back of my minibus. Jim came across to me as an intelligent, well read/informed bloke. With a bit of a eccentric / quirky charismata about him.
A standard clean of my van had become a full blown clean out. I left Radio Shropshire to get on with other jobs I needed to do, missing a presenter that, I would enjoying as regularly as the rest of presenters. Mr Colin Young,
When time came for me to return to the Baschurch campus, I had the delight of Clare Ashford. A warm and funny lady, that enjoyed interaction with her listeners. I was to find out later that she came from a village a few miles away my home town of Oswestry.
Little did I know at the time that, this Local BBC radio station was going to be one of the corner stones of my emotional recovery. Introducing me to many wonder people on twitter and being there for me to pluck out of the air to enjoy and interact with.
I never expected to see that
To save you a lot of repetitive posts, in the same format of, got up went to work, thought of Kim all day and struggled, came home thought of Kim, supported everyone else, struggled then went to bed. I decided to jump on in time again.
I have Just finished a summer of doing Portable Appliance Testing or PAT for short. It is monotonous. Basically it's. Write down the items number, visual check, open plug, check connections, close plug, plug into tester, clip test lead on, press a button, write down reading, press another button, write down reading, stick a sticker on it. And repeat until every portable appliance is done, all 4 thousand of them.
Anyway enough about my summer at work, It's the 13th of September 2009. I am at one of my favour events with my First aid hobby. Lake Vyrnwy half Marathon. It was not on last year as Doug Morris the main organizer, all round good guy, lovely chap. Passed away.
We are standing in front of the first aid post, watching the runners heading for the buses to the start line. For the most part we get very little problem with this event as all the runner are diligent amateur, taking there sport very seriously and know they own limits.
As they walk to the buses, some loosing up before getting on. All dressed in the usual running gear except one. The three of us standing together took a double take, at a 6ft sunflower walking passed us. Brad a new adult member fresh from the cadets ranks, looks at me with a smile and asks “ How do you give mouth to mouth to a sunflower?”
I start to chuckle at the Monty Python like image in my head of trying to resuscitate a sunflower, when Dave the third member of this little group came out with “ It would bee very difficult!” I joked that “it would bee easier for a first aider dressed in yellow and black stripes”. We all start Laughing, then groan at how bad the puns really were.
I have Just finished a summer of doing Portable Appliance Testing or PAT for short. It is monotonous. Basically it's. Write down the items number, visual check, open plug, check connections, close plug, plug into tester, clip test lead on, press a button, write down reading, press another button, write down reading, stick a sticker on it. And repeat until every portable appliance is done, all 4 thousand of them.
Anyway enough about my summer at work, It's the 13th of September 2009. I am at one of my favour events with my First aid hobby. Lake Vyrnwy half Marathon. It was not on last year as Doug Morris the main organizer, all round good guy, lovely chap. Passed away.
We are standing in front of the first aid post, watching the runners heading for the buses to the start line. For the most part we get very little problem with this event as all the runner are diligent amateur, taking there sport very seriously and know they own limits.
As they walk to the buses, some loosing up before getting on. All dressed in the usual running gear except one. The three of us standing together took a double take, at a 6ft sunflower walking passed us. Brad a new adult member fresh from the cadets ranks, looks at me with a smile and asks “ How do you give mouth to mouth to a sunflower?”
I start to chuckle at the Monty Python like image in my head of trying to resuscitate a sunflower, when Dave the third member of this little group came out with “ It would bee very difficult!” I joked that “it would bee easier for a first aider dressed in yellow and black stripes”. We all start Laughing, then groan at how bad the puns really were.
Ok, you want to watch what?
Ok a bit of time has passed, well not for you dear reader. Its the 26 June, 4 Months and 2 days have passed since Kim died.
Shell is still having problems going out, Some days even the shop at the top of the road is too much for her. She is taken solace in the online world of cancer and leukemia support groups. I don't know if she knows she has a problem or is hiding from it. All I know is she 'lost' the phone number Doctor L had given us, maybe it not the right time for her to seek help.
Steph is doing well with the treatment. They have just up the dosage. It is usual for them to gently move up the dose scale to find the right level for the patient. We can see something, but until the right level is found she will still be a little hand full.
Then there is Mandi. She has a bit of an odd way of getting though it, well the first part is not that odd. Getting drunk, getting emotional and spending hours crying into her friends laps over Kim. It has seemed to have worked, her drinking has dropped to almost nothing. Thank god.
The thing I find odd is she wants to go and see my sisters keeper. A film about, a family and their daughter with Leukemia. Why does she want to see this film, we bloody lived though it. She asked if I wanted to go, I politely decline the offer. I am having enough problems from living though our run in with leukemia.
I was chatting to a work colleague, She had read the book and said it was about the parents wanting to remove the kidney of there 13 yr to give it to her sister who has Leukemia, and the fight of the 13 yr old to stop them.
Ok, What is it in my life that keeps throwing up links between leukemia and kidneys.
Shell is still having problems going out, Some days even the shop at the top of the road is too much for her. She is taken solace in the online world of cancer and leukemia support groups. I don't know if she knows she has a problem or is hiding from it. All I know is she 'lost' the phone number Doctor L had given us, maybe it not the right time for her to seek help.
Steph is doing well with the treatment. They have just up the dosage. It is usual for them to gently move up the dose scale to find the right level for the patient. We can see something, but until the right level is found she will still be a little hand full.
Then there is Mandi. She has a bit of an odd way of getting though it, well the first part is not that odd. Getting drunk, getting emotional and spending hours crying into her friends laps over Kim. It has seemed to have worked, her drinking has dropped to almost nothing. Thank god.
The thing I find odd is she wants to go and see my sisters keeper. A film about, a family and their daughter with Leukemia. Why does she want to see this film, we bloody lived though it. She asked if I wanted to go, I politely decline the offer. I am having enough problems from living though our run in with leukemia.
I was chatting to a work colleague, She had read the book and said it was about the parents wanting to remove the kidney of there 13 yr to give it to her sister who has Leukemia, and the fight of the 13 yr old to stop them.
Ok, What is it in my life that keeps throwing up links between leukemia and kidneys.
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