Giving Little Away.

Hi. It's me again.


As I am unable to go to far today, because I have to keep my eye on Keith. Boredom has set in for both of us , so I have been surfing the net for answers. I do however realise that I should not take what I read to literal because all cases are different. But it does make me see that doctors really don't tell us much. They only seem to tell us what they want us to know.
So as we have a GP's appointment booked for Monday, I am going to make a list of things I now want to know, these will include:


What is my husbands PSA count?
Because this has never been discussed. Prostate cells produce a small amount of a protein that is known as prostate specific antigen (PSA). An elevated PSA does not automatically mean a man has prostate cancer. Conditions other than cancer, including an infection or a benign enlargement of the prostate, can result in higher-than-normal PSA levels. This would also include Prostatitis, which is what he was told he has with Prostatic Extensions. At no time have we been told if his level is normal.


Prostate Massage was this the right action?
Now I know that self diagnosis is never really the thing to do. But alarm bells ring when you read things like this.
In recent trials, prostate massage was not shown to improve outcomes compared to antibiotics alone. As a consequence of these findings, prostate massage is not used in the treatment of any medical disorder today, and prostate massage should never be performed on patients with acute prostatitis, because the infection can spread elsewhere in the body if massage is performed. Now Keith has been told he has Chronic Prostatitis, so why did they do it on him?


Geesh I have more questions than answers now. But when doctors tell you nothing, you need answers from somewhere. I find it frustrating that when you husband/partner etc comes out of a procedure, there is never a doctor around to answer your questions. The nurses are just left to pack you off home, with a letter for the GP. In this day and age, I do not think this is acceptable. I was chatting to a friend, who went in for a hernia repair and gall bladder removal and the doctors could not have been more accomadating. Not only that, they said if she was at all worried, she could ring the treatment centre and ask for advice or even go back in. We were told if he had any worries we had to contact our GP or NHS Direct. There seems to be patchy service across the country when it comes to the NHS.

Feeling the pressure.

Hi Folks.


The day began oh so well. That should have told me that things would go down hill from then on.The sun was shining and the birds were singing. I even watched a Squirrel and Blackbird chasing each other around the base of a tree, as I took P for his morning jaunt. The plan for the day was to get some more painting done, with the sun shining. So I rubbed down the undercoated bits and brushed on some blue gloss. This is now drying nicely. K informed me that he had been asked about us moving from our berth and out on to the towpath, as the basin was going to be full, so they may need our mooring. He said that he was nervous about doing so, in case of a further attack, where we would need to get an ambulance. If this was the case the ambulance men have said they would not come up the towpath, so K declined the move, which was accepted without a problem. This for some stupid reason really put me over the edge on the emotional stakes. So much so that I was close to crying, which is not at all like me. I must be hormonal at the moment.
Having made Hot Dogs for lunch, I decided to ring the hospital, to see if there was any movement on K's appointment, to be told he was still unscheduled. Which is not the news we wanted to hear. I feel so frustrated for him and in a way for myself, because this is not why we live on a boat. We live on a boat, so we can move and we have not moved now since just before Christmas. Trying to make none boaters understand how things work on the canal is extremely difficult. They have no concept as to our way of life or how things are run on the canal. I did my best to explain to the Consultants secretary that we cannot stay here forever. I would like to think that we will get an appointment off of the back of that phone call, but I know it will not happen. She did say she would try and find out what the situation is and I have said I am ringing her back. So we still have stalmate. I feel under pressure to keep a stiff upper lip for the sake of K. I then went and explained the situation to the lady who looks after the basin and she was very supportive as I fell apart. Which was a little embarrasing. But hey my emotions are running high at the moment.
The NHS does a fabulous job, but not in K's case I am afraid. No one should have to be in this much pain for nearly 7 months.
On a good note, my paintwork is dry now which is good, because the sky is looking a little threatening at the moment. I also got to have a chat to a lovely gentleman who owns NB Brass Buckle, he moors ar Sileby Mill on the River Soar and is moored in the basin for a few days.
Tonights dinner is going to be.

Chicken Kiev with new Potatoes, plus Peas and Cauliflour.
Pudding is homemade Rubarb Crumble and Ice cream.

The Height of Rudeness

Good morning.

Wow it is raining and blowing a hooley outside today. Infact it has been doing so for most of the night. It is on mornings like this Paddy hates going for a walk. This morning was no exception. He walked as quick as possible to find a place to do what he had to do, then legged it quick smart back to the boat. I cannot say I blame him, but that is life on a boat, you do have to put up with allsorts of weather. Because it gets thrown at you all day everyday and when on the move it can be even worse. Even when we are moving on very wet days, it never bothers either of us. So dog walked and fed along with the cat, so they were happy. Having had breakfast and a warming cuppa. I donned my raincoat and rucksack and headed off down town, with my earplugs in my ears, listening to my MP3 player. I find listening to music as I walk, makes the jaunt fo much quicker. First port of call was the Gp's to collect hubby's prescription for his pain killers. I then headed for Boots, where I had to wait for the tablets to be dispensed, which was not a problem. I have all the time in the world. There was a queue after me and they all waited patiently to be served, when a young woman barged in front of the queue and demanded to know where her tablets were. She told the pharmacist that he had promised her they would be ready 15 minutes and she wanted them because she had a coffee going cold at Costa Coffee next door. Now I know that in retail the customer is always right, but I wish he had told her to get to the back of the queue and wait. Instead he told her they would be another 5 minutes. She shouted at him that she had a coffee waiting and she wanted them now, so he obliged and went and did her tablets, which meant that everyone else had to wait longer, including me. I am not one for causing a scene, but now I so wish I had pulled her up about her behaviour, because she was so very rude. Not just to the pharmacist, but to everyone waiting patiently. having got my husbands tablets I walked past Costa Coffee to see if she was actually having her coffee and yep there she was sat in the window with a friend, both drinking coffees. I hade rudeness, I feel there is no need for it. I did a food shop whilst in the town and then trudged back to the boat, looking like a pack horse, being blown about by the wind. I looked glorious when I glanced in the mirror with my hair plastered to my head by the rain and wind. Lunch consisted of toaster teacakes with Butter and Marmite on them mmmmm yummy. I have relit the back stove as it is rather chilly with this cold wind blowing. The rest of my day is going to be much more relaxing. I am going to sit and watch the Winter Olympics and we will then see what the evening has to offer.

Survey of the Day: 8 in 10 men and almost 7 in 10 women will be what by 2020??
The answer was Over Weight.
I think this is so shocking. This will come back to haunt us and cripple the NHS you just know it will. My solution would be to close down all fast food places, such as KFC, McDonalds, etc, etc, this would certainly help.