The treatment whilst in hospital was in excellent. But having come out second week in August afte being told I needed a scan and it was considered fairly urgent to be still,waiting to know what the out on was three months later isn't very good. Can't help comparing experiences of friends in .France and Holland. But the difference in their ways of funding and the treatment you receive for the extra you pay on top of their NHS contributions would no doubt end up too political. Not to mention them not treating all and sundry for free who turn up.
With its origins in morse, many radio operator terms ended up in daily use on the telex service. RGR was, of course, “roger” for agreement. STBY or SBY meant “standby” or “please wait.” PSE was “please,” and TKU was “thankyou,” or TKS was “thanks.” MNG was “morning,” GM was “good morning,” TMW was “tomorrow,” and CUL was “see you later.” Operators who became known to each other over time would often refer to each other as OM – “old man” – such as in CU TMW OM. http://wildland.owdjim.gen.nz/?p=36
These young uns have no idea of what itbwas like back then. Pushing button b in a phone box or having to go through the operator to ring far flung places like York.
There's a radio mast or summut on a hill about 5 miles away that's lit up like a Christmas tree. Not on any air route I'm aware of but you can't be too careful. There's a lot of ambient lighting outside which coordinates with me walking about in the garden. Possibly. I'm not sure. It might be random. Anyway, I'm feeling very early 90s.
Kinnell, it was over 30 years ago. I can't remember the wife's name most of the time. I've got no chance on work colleagues. Although, having said that, I do remember a bloke called Eric Robinson. Design draughtsman. Would lend his gear to anyone. Unless you had ginger hair. Then he wouldn't. Reckoned gingers made his tools go rusty. Hairist bastard.
Might as well throw my hip replacement into the mix then the blood transfusion after something went adrift during the op but hey ho that's life, just. Get well soon Carmine keep us informed, but not by telex.
Cheers Ern. I'm all good though, I had a pear at 8 this morning and have been given as much tap water as I want. What, with that and the 2 pints of chemical solution I've had it's been a day full of over indulgence. The fella across from me is a lovely bloke but his wife can't half moan. She even started giving it rock all because I was getting my scan done before him, saying that he has been waiting 3 days. Life couldn't be better.
Well what ever it is it sounds nasty, get well soon. P.S. Checking I see it is a pain in the arse, one or two on here will resonate with that.
Wasn't Stan going in yesterday? Or was it Ben? One of them. I reckon this is a cheap shot by CeeGee to get some attention. You can't be that poorly if you can post messages on here. LIke playing outside if you'd been off school. On the off chance you are actually poorly, get well soon. I'm off now, we have a table booked at the local pub, fillet steak and chips and a few pints of their weekly guest ale for me. I might even have some pud for afters just in CeeGees honour.
Arrh, Stanley. More innocent times. When you could call a bloke queer in the street and it was just that you were concerned about his health. Maybe it's just me being all nostalgic but those were happier times. We were all so gay. We were all such friends. Even with that lass out of the Wizard of Oz. On hot days we lifted our shirts with gay abandon. We played snooker. We potted the brown regularly. The girls supped from the furry cup. The boys sent the ferrets in after the rabbits. Oh happy days.
I was diagnosed with same around 10 years ago, very painful. Consultant recommended Fibogel one sachet per day and overall it has worked. Get well soon.
