From the Orifice Of The Playpen

 
Well today is the 19th of December and only 6 more days til Christmas. This year once again I am not home (in the US) for Christmas but living in the UK. I miss Christmas in Ohio. I miss snow and most of all I miss my family.

Hopefully if all goes well though I will go home for a visit in June 2004. After all I have to be there to see my daughter graduate and I will have to renew my driver's license because I am gonna be 50 LOL.

For about 6 months I have been dealing with a pain in my side that has grown steadily worse over the duration. Today I went to see a specialist and have an ultrasound done on the affected area.

When I went to see the doc the nurse gave me a pot to piss in lol and there I was thinking I didn't have one :o). She came back about 5 minutes after I gave it to her and asked me "Are you diabetic?" I replied "Not that I know of". To which she replied "There is some sugar in your wee (as they call it over here)." "Oh luverly" I thought.

Then I went in to see the doc who poked and prodded and made the pain a bit worse than it already was then sent me off to have blood drawn. He ordered a glucose test and another Liver Function Test (I have had two of those already in the past three months - both abnormal). Then I went for the ultrasound. Oh the wonderful feel of coooooooold gel on my tummy lol. Though when I got done with that my side hurt even more from the poking and prodding. I will have to wait about three weeks to find out the results of the scan I think.

Paul and I eventually made our way back home and finally having gone without food for about 16 hours we ate and I took a nap. He went off to work and shortly thereafter I went to see the GP to get a refill on prozac and pain pills. Only my GP wasn't in and I saw one of the other doctors in the practice. Nice fellow he was.

He asked me how long I had been on the prozac and I told him about a year now and asked if it was working and I said well it has been though I am not sure it is working as well as it was. So now I am on two prozac a day - what joy! Then he asked what I was taking the pain pills for and I told him it was for the pain in my side and told him of what has been going on with my body.

He made a call to find out the results of my glucose test. “Guess what?” he says. I said “what?” He said "You my dear pet are a diabetic". Well needless to say I felt a bit overwhelmed at the moment.

So he gave me a prescription for some nice tablets to help control it, along with the prozac and pain pill prescriptions.

I left there to go to the pharmacy next door to get the scripts filled and the sweet little lady who works there that I talk to whenever I am in smiled up at me and asked me. "Well what is Santa bringing you for Christmas" to which I replied "Diabetes - what is he bringing you?"

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I will start this off and Paul will probably finish it or take over LOL.

Paul has recovered from the Bell’s palsy and the infection in his jaw and is back at work. I on the other hand am still waiting to be sorted by the wonderful NHS doctors LOL. Soon though very soon I will be seeing someone and having an ultrasound scan done to see what is causing this pain.

Today Paul called me at work to tell me that good ole Saddam had been caught. YIPPPEEEEEEEE I thought. Now if only they could catch Bin Laden as well I would feel a little safer at night when I go to bed.

A little later he called to tell me number 2 daughter had called to tell me of the death of a dear friend of the family. This was a man only 10 years older than me who while bowling with his only son had a massive and fatal heart attack. My daughter needless to say is a wreck over his death. This man was like a second father to her. We have known the family since 1980. I feel the emotions welling up inside me and I want to cry, for him, for his wife, for his children and grandchildren and most of all for my daughter as well as for the loss of this dear friend. I can’t cry though. I guess it’s because I know he went fast and didn’t suffer. And because I know he is probably in a far better place. No more pain:

HEAVEN’S FLOOR

He is not gone
…Just away
In physical form
…He is no more
Though his angelic spirit
…Still lives on
Through those who loved him
…And those he loved
As hard as it is to say
…He resides in a safer place
No more hurt
…No more pain
The same guardian angels
…Who held him here on earth
Still hold him near
…As he walks on heaven’s floor

Linda S Hurwood
1999

You know folks, I could go on and try and be funny to close this article out but I just don’t have the words to follow that.

So ya know until next time keep yourself safe and look after one another.
Hope you all had a very merry Christmas and are looking forward to a prosperous new year.

Keep your cuffs on the bedpost and your eye on the door.

Peace
Linda and Paul

I was born Linda Sue DeZarn to a couple with four other living children. Our family was poor as far as money went but we were rich because we had love and each other. I am now 47, mother of two daughter's and proud grandmother of six beautiful grandmonsters; the four oldest being boys and the babies are both girls (took long enuff for the girls to show their pretty faces).

I met Paul Hurwood (aka miskin) online in Excite's Virtual Places (where I also met Cait) in a chat room called Ninian's Poetry Cafe. Had it not been for some of the people in that room I would not be here today. I have led a long hard life most of which can be read in my writings.

 
Linda's Poetry Pages

• Dedicated to the man of my dreams

by Miskin for Linda
• Stronger Than Steel
• In Honour

Linda

Hi there folks. My name is Paul, and I have vital statistics that resemble the national debt of several third world countries combined. As you probably know Linda is my wife and you know the story so I won’t bore you all with it again.
In the words of Joshua one of the grand monsters “I AM A FREAK” and pretty much proud of it too.
I will try pretty much anything once and if I like it or it’s bad for me I will probably try it a couple more times just to make sure. I don’t like to take things to seriously, life is way too short.
Art wise I pretty much like anything that pushes the boundaries of either taste or experimental. My main passion is Old Time Radio, it helps to stimulate the brain and gets you thinking again.

I do occasionally write poetry but I am not a perfectionist. I write what comes into my mind and just see what happens. I think that this the honest way of writing. If it doesn’t make sense it's no biggie as far as I am concerned.
My influences come from all over the place… I get moods from Pink Floyd or whatever is playing on my cd player at the time and the Goons… a wonderfully anarchic mix of surrealism and comedy… if you get the chance try them out.

In closing I want to tell you my motto in life. It’s really simple and when things go wrong and you’re not sure what to do….

FUCK IT

The translation is down to you.

Keep your eyes on the door and the cuffs on the bedpost

Paul