Met the “new” Stroke Association co-ordinator today. Combined it with a drop-in on the ward. I use “” because she seems far from new, I think her previous role covered the north of Wiltshire, and now she covers the whole lot. Poor girl, I used to have to drive to Swindon every day and it ain’t fun. But she doesn’t know Salisbury very well, and has some interesting ideas about things like raising awareness of the Stroke Association, just making better use of our “area”.
To meet this woman, I was forced to miss the kick-off event for Age UK’s IT course. I’ll obviously need to manage these conflicts, right now I have a simple rule that the Stroke Association takes priority. But I hope it went OK for them. And, attractive as afternoon tea sounds, my sugar was high this morning.
Was really pleased this morning to open my browser (one of the tabs goes to Facebook) and see a friend request from a guy I only ever met once, who also does (or did, at the time) drop-ins at the hospital. I never knew he was there. although I must admit I never particularly go looking. I’m generally quite happy with a small bunch of friends, people I already know anyway, so I never really feel the need to look for new people.
I only met this guy once and he too is a survivor. I remember him saying that he’d had his strokes (there were 3 of them, poor guy) 7 years ago. I remember being impressed because from his manners etc. it wasn’t at all obvious to me that he’d even had a stroke! I remember that one of his milestones was to ride motorbikes again, something which I believe he achieved. Certainly his profile on Facebook is a lovely shiny red bike. It kind of reminds me about my own miestone, to get back on a pushbike.
I think I met him just before christmas, so it’ll be good to catch up.
On a more serious note, it does kind of highlight how useful social media can be for people like me to find like-minded souls, which would be very difficult otherwise. I chat to a few survivors on FB. Meaning no disrespect to any of my other friends, who are very understanding, I can talk to them about strokey-type things, and the context is already there. No explanations necessary, because we already grasp the problem. It is very different from when I first left hospital, and felt very alone.
On more mundane matters, my wife was out all day yesterday, so I took advantage of the good weather to mow the front lawn. I got about 3/4 of the way around, before the mower decided it didn’t want to start. So it all looks a bit of a pig’s ear, although my wife says it looks ok (although she says it probably wasn’t too bright to have started hitting the mower with a spade!). Anyway, will try to finish it today – whenever this happens I always smell petrol so presumably I’d flooded the engine somehow.
I was thinking about things earlier. Reminiscing.
Many years ago, I ended up doing some work for the Royal Bank of Scotland, a UK bank which has subsequently hit the rocks. It wasn’t deliberate – I was doing some work for a bank called Coutts, which was then taken over by RBS. They “inherited” me!
Now, Coutts had its faults, but I was privileged to work there with some of the most intelligent people I’d ever met – and these guys were kind enough to include me in their circles. The bank itself was very prestigious and had a mantra of doing things properly – their clients were few in number but had very high expectations and lots of money to boot.
RBS took over and quickly promoted a “supermarket” culture. I remember on guy, a really switched-on bloke, who worked at director-level, was fired because he missed a deadline. I knew this guy well enough – he routinely juggled budgets worth tens of millions – to know that he’d probably had some impossible deadline imposed upon him. And the only thing anybody heard from the bank was that “so-and-so had decided to pursue his career eldewhere”. Goodness knows how many other good people this happened to. It successfully turned a culture where people were productive and successful, into one in which they feared (rightly) for their jobs. In my final months there, I was asked to investigate several technologies, to save money, and was told up-front what the conclusion should be. The last straw for me was when I was in a meeting discussing something with an RBS “strategist”, who eventually said to me “Look, who owns who here?” At that point, I gave up and just started taking the money. For the last period, I used to take my laptop up to London and basically did my own thing (learning .Net, which had just come out).
I mention this just to give some insight into my past. Even my wife doesn’t understand fully what I used to do – she’d watch me leave the house each morning and not really have much of a clue what I did all day. And of course, anybody who follows the news would also be aware that the same people who were running RBS at that time later became very publicly unstuck. And I must personally admit to never owning either an RBS, or a Coutts, bank account.
Yay! Really pleased with myself this morning because I walked to the centre of the village (about 1½ miles away) and back. Of course there were plenty of rest-stops both ways, but I made it! Twice as far as I’ve walked since the stroke ( I got the bus there once before and walked home). Bloody hard work though – I really need to concentrate on riding either my scooter or my bike, to do everything more quickly – I timed one way and it was about ¾hr.
There is a small cafe in the centre of the village, and this was the venue for a meeting with a few Age UK people. They are running a course soon about how we can get old folks online and making use of the net, and I have offered to help.
When I got home, I even had a call from the new Stroke Association contact, suggesting that we meet next week.
I love it when progress happens.
A lot of stuff lately about fox hunting. Apparently Theresa May said that she was personnally in favour, but I think it may have been highlighted by Labour supporters in an attempt to discredit her.
Now, let’s put to one side that if she says “personnally”, it probably means that it isn’t Tory party policy. And with these things, there are always two questions that you need to ask: (i) do I agree/disagree with something? and (ii) do I care enough to do anything about it? I’m sure that if I were contemplating power, there would be far more important things to worry about right now.
Also, we should also put to one side the fact that the ban is a popular law, apparently enjoying the backing a many voters.
But, of course, the very subject raises very emotive language on both sides. People in favour of the ban talk about “defenceless” animals. As a chicken-owner, foxes are far from defenceless – and we need to take anti-fox precautions every day to keep the chickens safe.
But equally, I heard a farmer the other day saying that since the ban, they’d had an increase in lambs taken, as the foxes get bolder. But does this mean that you need to dress up and get out on your horse with a pack of dogs? Is there not some way that foxes can be controlled, if control is necessary, without making the act of control a “sport”?
Storm in a teacup.
In mid-March, the girl whom I always dealt with at the Stroke Association phoned me to say she was being made redundant at the end of the month. I mean, I think thats very sad, but shit happens and we have to make the best of things in the face of it.
But since then….nothing. On the grounds that somebody would have told me if something was changing (wouldn’t they?), I’ve just carried on doing my ward visits, on my own, on alternate Wednesdays. The girl who left told me that they hadn’t decided who’d organise what yet, but that her area manager would likely take over liaison with volunteers. But no phone call or email from the new person to say hi. Nothing. So I went up there today and one of the nurses says, “I didn’t think you did this any more”. Well, I was only there a fortnight ago so I asked her what she meant. By the sounds of things, the other guy who visits – we went on alternate weeks so generally missed each other – has stopped doing visits. Reuben – the other guy – had a stroke several years ago, had been volunteering since a long time, and was obviously quite well known to people (although possibly more his purple garb, just like mine, than his face).
I feel a bit like I’m doing these hospital visits, but nobody at the Stroke Association has any clue that I’m doing them. One day, someone will approach me and say “what are you doing?” or “who the hell are you?” Or, possibly, “what are you doing wearing one of our shirts?”
I mean, this is only volunteering after all, but I’d have hoped for slightly bette organisation!
Interesting to hear the Conservatives talking about capping fuel prices.
The news feeds have picked up on the fact that they have hijacked an idea from the Labour party of a couple of years ago. And the two parties claim to be diametrically opposed to each other…
But the thing I find interesting is that the Conservatives always advocated a free market economy, whereas they are now proposing an interventionist stance. To me at least, this is big news. Not that I’m complaining – I think that the market is far too short-term a thing on which to base your infrastructure policy (for example, whether your mines, farms or railways are viable).
By the by, I talk about my own energy arrangements here.
In the recent local elections, I was asked by the Green Party if, as a supporter, I would be prepared to display a poster in my window. I said yes, but was a little uncomfortable when I saw its wording – “Vote Green”.
It gets straight to the point, I suppose. But I think that we should all make up our own minds. If our conclusions lead us in a certain direction, fine. I think the notion we see a poster in somebody’s window and vote on the strength of it is nonsense.
So I don’t really think that my views are consistent with putting a poster up in a window. I’d be happy to say which way I was voting and why, but the caveat is that we all need to decide for ourselves. That’s why I could never be a politician – I’m happy that I’ve got my thoughts sorted, but what somebody else thinks is for them to decide.
Same goes for religion, by the way. I’m happy to say what I think, but everybody needs to make up their own mind. I wouldn’t dream of trying to convince anybody else that I am right, that my truth is better than theirs. And that’s by-and-large the message I pass on to any evangelist who cares to knock.
Actually, I do think that religions usually offer people a good template to live a positive life, but I also think that there is nothing to stop someone living that same positive life anyway, without them having any religion. Whatever floats their boat. It’s the “live a positive life” bit which is important.