Where have I been???

If you been over to RBCJ-Hub lately, you will have seen a post where I touched briefly about how everything about the site etc has suffered due to ill health.

I thought I would update in more detail as to the situation.

A couple of weeks ago, I woke up struggling to breath, and every time I tried to walk anywhere, I had severe pains in my chest and side causing me to quickly get out of breath.

Panicking, I asked my wife to ring 101. The paramedic arrived and did all the routine checks etc, after about 10 minutes the ambulance crew arrived and after a short conflab with the paramedic, they decided to give me gas and air to relieve the pain, alongside codeine & paracetamol.

The pain subsided enough for me to board the ambulance and be taken to Barnsley General Hospital.
On the way, I asked what the problem could be (as rather stupidly, I left it and left it thinking it was a chest infection, lesson learned!).
Of course, they could only speculate with the symptoms I had described.

Waiting in A&E for what seemed like an eternity with my brother (god bless him for coming and meeting me at hospital) I was told I needed several blood tests.
I can’t really say what I thought, but to put it politely, I thought “Oh dear”.
After 35 years, this was my first ever blood test, and I’m scared of needles…
Now I will just clarify something, I say I am scared of needles and certainly the first thing the doctor said,
“How can you be scared of needles when you have tattoos?”, and simply my reply was, “I was pissed!”

In short, throughout the course of the day, I had 8 needles! (not much to some, but enough for me).
Trying to get blood from my wrists to test blood gases (or something like that) and blood from my arms. The reason I had so many, was, well, in short they couldn’t find a suitable vein lol…

After spending 10 and a half hours in hospital (A&E (Accident and Emergency) and AMU (Acute medical unit)) I was sent home. Yey…or not.

The suspicion of blood clots was believed to be the cause of everything, but they could not confirm this at that moment.
As they suspected blood clots, they had to treat me as such and start treatment right away to get a “head start”. In addition, I had to go to DVT for a daily blood test to monitor my INR (international normalized ratio).
Click here for more information on INR.
My INR was very low, 1.1 in fact, my therapeutic range is between 2-3. My blood was too thick, so I was given a regular (daily) injection into my stomach of Clexane. Great, more needles…

After a week or so of this action being taken, I had to have a scan on my lungs which involved laying flat on a ‘table’ and have a very noisy ‘polo mint’ type machine scan my lungs after they had injected me with a special (radioactive) dye.
The medical staff’s suspicion was confirmed. I have indeed got blood clots on both my lungs and I had suffered a Pulmonary Embolism.

Anyway…Having overcome my fear of needles (and pretty bloody quickly! (no pun intended)), as mentioned, I now have to attend regular blood tests to continue monitoring my INR, and continue on a prescribed anti-coagulant ‘Warfarin’.
So far my INR has fluctuated from 1.1 to 4.0 over the last month, but at least I am only having to go to hospital about once or twice a week now.

So, there you have it. My month in a nutshell…
Despite the seriousness of the condition, I am quite well in myself. I have a few pains and twinges now and again, occasionally I have to walk with a stick to support myself if I get breathless when I’m out and about, but other than that I am fine.

Just as a side note, after 6 months I have to be screened for something called “Factor 5 Leiden“, which is a genetically inherited blood disorder. It basically means, my blood is trying constantly to clot.

Playstation Network woes…

So, FINALLY, Sony admit they were hacked, and although there has been much speculation of what has actually happened, they now say that user details including User name, address, credit card details etc, in fact everything you entered for the PSN could potentially have been stolen.

The BBC reports that there has been a mixed responses from PSN Users stating that Sony have been keeping people in the dark about this, especially for so long no, then other saying they have.
My rant on it is simply “Whatever!”

I can’t be arsed with this, as I have a lot on my plate at the moment and despite I started the post with the PSN issue, I’m really not that interested.

Read more Playstation Network woes…

The Masterbater Song

Sung to the tune of Macarana!

Sitting in my house, and I know that I’m alone,
feeling kinda horny, got a jingle in my bone,
go and grab a Penthouse, its the one with Sharon Stone
Hey Masturbata!

I go a little faster and its feeling kind of nice,
once ain’t enough so I have to do it twice.
If you wanna spank the monkey, I can give you good advice
Hey Masturbata!

I use some baby oil or a little Vaseline,
laying down a towel so I keep my carpet clean
Never shake my hand cause you don’t know where it’s been
Hey Masturbata!

I do it in the car when I’m driving down the street,
one hand on the wheel and the other on my meat.
I can’t get outs the car cause I’m sticking to the seat
Hey Masturbata!

Since I was a kid I have been a masturbater,
choke the chicken, hum the knob, squeezing the tomato
I’ve looked at Ms. Novenber now I’m gonna decorate her
Hey Masturbata!

Buffing the banana, Mr. Lizard shaking bacon,
pounding on the flounder and its mayonnaise I’m makin’.
Spank the frank, wax the carrot, god my hand is achin’.
Hey masturbata!

This was actually a song an American Radio DJ wrote. I dont which is worst, the fact someone has actually sat down and thought of the lyrics or the fact the topic he chose to sing about!!!

Its one of those posts again…

Yup, thats right!
Its one of those posts where all I do is piss and moan for about ten minutes just to air things and get them off my chest.

First, I cant believe how utterly self centred, egotistical, self-righteous and “up their own arse” some people can get.
This is aimed at no one in particular, but certainly to some people I know.
What gives these people the right to act the way they do?
Are they so morbidly stupid?
These people, who couldn’t find their arse with both hands and a diagram totally eludes me.
How the hell they have got through life is beyond me.

Its bad enough to endure these arseholes, but then to read the shite they write on social networking sites, or even on my blog wall, thats another thing!

So if you know of an arsehole, or you are one;
“Stop breathing, for chuff’s sake!”

Which brings me to my next bit of rant tackle.
I recently, well, a couple of months ago recieved an email, slagging me off, and my site etc.

So please excuse the language, but this is word for word this guys email.
Firstly, a bit of background. This guy with the username of “CandyFlosser” actual name of Lee (Surname omitted) emails me.
Again, word for word…

CandyFlosser:
“Yours site is the worst I have ever cum acros. I surfed in from Google expecting something major about what I was searching for.
All you do is write bolox, complaining about everything. I dont understand how you can get away with riting this and then putting onto the net where you show yourself up.
This is a watse of space and your site should be brought down coz its wank!
I’ve seen your photos and you are a right ugly bastard and you need shooting and you art work is shit as well. I can draw better than that in fact my dog cud!
I’m not wasting anymore time on this matter but to finish;

Your site is nothing more than bullshit, by someone who talks shit and eats shit”

My reponse:
“Interestingly enough, the way that you conduct yourself within email is nothing short of comical. Lets put aside for one moment, the spelling mistakes, grammer issues and the non-sensical crap, lets look at the points here.

1) You write bolox. True, because I can! It is my domain, my blog therefore I write what I want. You see how this works?
2) You show yourself up?! Well, having broadcast your email on here, I think my reign as “person showing themselves up” is under threat from your good self.
3) I’ve seen your photos and you are a right ugly bastard and you need shooting. Before we delve into the realms of who looks like what/who, lets have a photo of yourself. Hell, I might even be able to compare myself to you!
4) you art work is shit as well Assuming you mean “your” art work is shit, it may well be, I’m just sharing what I can do. Did I also mention I can fart the national anthem?

In short, Mr CandyTosser, (oops sorry, even I slip on the keyboard every now and again!), in light of the fact that you are mentally flawed I shall try and explain this to the best of YOUR ability.
Having colated the facts, it is apparent that you are nothing more than a boy, sat in his bedroom, bored due to having no friends or a social life. As a caring person my first instinct would be to protect you from yourself. However, after much though I have decided to shoot you down!
I must commend the fact that even with someone with the same intellectual capacity as a clothes peg, such as yourself, it is worth knowing and recognizing that you have been able to write such simple words, and almost make them make sense.
You have clearly taken time to visit my site, navigate through what I have to offer and made your feelings known. But, the main thing you have failed to realize, thanks to people such as your good self I get paid. So a hearty handshake and a “Thank you” goes out to you.
I never confess to being something I am not. I am no model, or super star nor a great artist or composer, I am merely me.

Anyway Lee (surname omitted), I have done a little research and found you on MySpace (and you call me ugly, geez man!), and for your convenience I have passed on your details to your ISP as I have lodged a complaint with them, explaining that you are abusing their service.

Thank you for taking time out to email me and give me something to do and muse about. I hope santa brings everything you want the Christmas, providing you’ve been a good boy.
Kindest regards

Roy

PS. Didn’t like to mention it but have you ever considered counselling, or maybe getting out more?”

So there you have it my friends. Proof that arseholes exist…Case closed!