So i had a lot of different pain in my chest and even when I went to bed to sleep it off, it still wouldn't go away. I left it for another couple of days to see if the pain would just feck away off and needless to say it didn't. So Last Thursdays I was in the horrors, I was at work sitting upright in me van and boy was I really sore. So I had to cancel a couple of jobs and went home to make up my mind what I was going to do, well were I was going to go. If I went to the GP he would almost certainly send me off down the hospital, covering his arse springs to mind. So I had a chat with my eldest lad and I was persuaded to go down the dreaded hospital.
So I rang the ambulance and they arrived and I hadn't even finished my smoke. Outside my house and they do some tests and check blood pressure and that stuff. Looks OK says your wann "siht I'll just go home sorry to trouble you." I did feel really guilty about wasting the guys time and I was really going to go back home again. Ha-ha they nearly went nuts and set about strapping me to the bed and all of that siht. In the hospital they stuck a few needles in me for blood tests, apparently the only real way of telling if you've had a heart attack or not, going bright red and stopping breathing is another sure sign, so I'm told. So I had some chest x-rays and was left sleeping on the trolley, please don't ever give out about being on a trolley. One time in A&E I didn't even get a trolley or a chair I had to stand, so a trolley works well for me.
Next morning and the Consultant comes around and when he sees me he say "I know this man, long before he had the beard". Ha-ha I think he like me beard. So I then get the whole kidney story, now to be honest I had forgotten that I had broken my kidney last year. I was looking at them listening to all of this talk about kidney dialysis, 1/3 loss of kidney function now and your on your way to kidney dialysis. siht I looked at him right in his eyes and asked him "Are you trying to terrorize me Doctor?" "Well no." says he I then said "no one knows the future and what is going to happen to me." This other doctor jumps right in "yes we do know what will happen" I asked her "if she knew the future than could she please give the lottery numbers for tonight?"
So they came back and said that looking at the x-ray I had a chest infection, they gave me a prescription for some antibiollox tablets and sent me home saying they would be in touch about the whole kidney thing. foolish me when i went home I mentioned it to herself and she told me it was "self inflicted" as I had broken my kidney in two and what did I expect. Funny that was the first time I connected the two incidents together, so I said sure fook it and just went to work, more to get out of the way than a love of work.
So yesterday I had to visit the GP and see what it was all about, this whole kidney deal, to put herself's mind at rest, I didn't really give a toss about it, sure hadn't it all become one and I was happy to be ignorant about the whole thing. They had the discharge letter and they hopefully tell me what it all meant, was I going on dialysis in the next six weeks siht like that, herself was a tad worried. So I went to see a nice young lady Doctor and the first thing she does is upgrade my lung infection to pneumonia, just like that without a by nor leave. I immediately felt worst, jeez I've never had pneumonia before, lung infections are easy, but pneumonia, well you all know about that. Apparently pneumonia is what they call a chest infection when they can see it on a x-ray, jeez back to feeling well again. She also said that they couldn't actually see the future and I'd have to have a cat scan on my kidney and they would keep and eye on it with blood test et al, so I'm feeling a lot better about the whole thing, taking the tablets and all of that.
But that's not what I wanted to tell yous about, Nah that's just the background of how I was feeling. This morning I was heading out to work and when I looked at me van the back tyre was nearly flat, well it was flat at the bottom only. So says me to myself I'll just run round to the tyre place and get the puncture fixed, easy peasy, no real drama and sure I'll only be a wee bit late for work and sure no harm. I just couldn't be bothered getting the funny little jack out, the breaker bar out and changing the wheel myself. Your man has a trolley jack, pneumatic yolks for taking the wheel off and anyway I had pneumonia so I couldn't do it.
I take it nice and slow around to the tyre place, no real strain on the back tyre, although I could feel it was soft. I pulled in and there was a lady in front of me in the line waiting for service. I asked your man would he fix me puncher? No problem I was told so I waited. Then this forgien lad jacked up me van and had the wheel off with practiced ease. I mentioned he was forgien because he couldn't speak English. As soon as he had the tyre off he flipped it up so the bit that was flat at the bottom was now at the top. he shook his hands over the top of the tyre and shook his head. With that your man that could speak English came over and said "that tyre is fcuked." Wha? was my reply "it looks fine to me" "No, no no the wire inside that tyre is broken and if you drive it down the road you will have a blow out and maybe get killed." Well fcuk me here is another future seer I think to myself. I say Nah fcuk it, it's fine just fix the puncher and I'll go about my business." "You can't put this on that van, health and safety would let me" I then have a look around for the health and safety guy or gal, no sign of them. "Look just fix the fcuking thing will ya?" If you go down the road and you have a blow out and get killed the insurance company will come after me." "Don't worry about the insurance company, I won't tell them you fixed me puncher." he then says "look at the state of this tyre" and points at the flat bit which by now was going back into its original shape. He then pushes the tyre and it rolls down the yard "look at it says he" "fcuk all wrong with that, plenty of grip it hasn't even fell over yet." He then has his last pitch "I didn't think you would compromise your SAFETY over ten or twenty quid?" "Don't worry it's not my safety, sure the wife will be driving the van" with that the forgien guy pushed the wee plug into the tyre and slapped it back on me van.
I've been out and about in my van all day and no blow out to date, no blow out with fatal consequences. fcuker would have stiffed me for a new tyre if I had of listened to his old talk. Health and safety at work eh?
So did you ever have a day like this?
Shins
This post has been edited by Shinwacker: 04 February 2012 - 09:01 PM
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