Sean's Stories

Posted by sean on June 17, 2019 at 8:45 pm in Health with No Comments

I now understand when people say that they have suffered from Stockholm Syndrome. I have it. My SS involves hospitals.

I’ve been in and out of the damn things throughout my life, unfortunately a lot more in the last two years. As a result, there are now aspects of my visits which I have become accustomed to and in one case, even enjoy!

Before I continue, I will say that my hospital Stockholm Syndrome is yet to extend to stays as an inpatient. I still detest every second of THAT kind of hospital encounter and am only able to compare my time as an inpatient to that of a prison inmate. Not that I have ever been to prison, but I haven’t been held hostage in a Swedish bank robbery either.

One thing my frequent medical appointments have forced me to grow accustomed to are injections. It would be no exaggeration to say that I once had a needle phobia. I hated and was scared stiff of the things. However, I was once placed in a situation whereby, it was a simple case of “let me stick these sharp, pointy things into your arm, or die”.

The more jabs I received, the less scared I became – up until the stage where I now tolerate a nurse stabbing me with a needle. I do wonder that if someone was to put a bird-eating spider down my shirt, every day for a year, I may grow to love arachnids, like I do my pet rabbit. There is also a risk that I would die of a heart attack by Day 2, or murder the bastard putting the creature down my shirt… on Day 1.

I would never go as far to say I like getting injected, but who does? Jimmy Corkhill maybe – a crack addict from Brookside in the mid-1990s.

The second aspects of medical treatment I can now tolerate is x rays and scans. I would even go as far to say that these can be enjoyable.

As I write this blog post, I am in the waiting area of a fracture clinic. I will hopefully get to see a consultant soon, as it would be nice to get home, plus it smells like one or two of my fellow outpatients, in the overcrowded room, lack personal hygiene and a can of Lynx Africa.

I have recently returned from having an x ray. What bliss! What a strange to say, I know you are thinking. Whatever way you look at that statement, you would be correct to think that.

The reason I enjoyed getting my bones photographed, is because it allowed me to lie down during the procedure. After almost a full day at work, getting onto a bed (however uncomfortable) is always welcome.

I led back, head on the pillow, eyes closed, my mind and body in harmony. The relaxation was only occasionally broken, when I was required to move my limbs into a new position, for the radiographer to take a suitable image.

I was disappointed that this time, it was only a brief photoshoot, so only got a small rest. In the past I have almost had a little nap! Indeed, during one particularly lengthy MRI scan, I did fall asleep. I was awoken by my own body, inadvertently jumping for some reason – most likely because I was lying down in what can best be described as a futuristic coffin, placed in an excessively loud building site. Claire always tells me that I have a gift of being able to fall asleep easily. I guess she may have a point.

I am currently wrapping up this blog at home – some 3 hours after I started writing it in the BO Waiting Room. Somewhere between paragraphs 9 and 10, I was summoned into the consulting room to see the doctor…

The good news – following the operation in January, everything has healed well and they don’t need to see me again.

The bad news – this means no more afternoon naps in the radiology department.

Posted by sean on June 16, 2019 at 6:03 pm in Rabbits with No Comments

“Dear Lord. I pray for lots of carrots, treats and cuddles”


“Oh no! Mummy’s whistling again!”

Posted by sean on June 16, 2019 at 5:20 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments

What a bloody marvellous way to spend a Sunday afternoon! In case you were wondering, I was being sarcastic. I appreciate that sarcasm doesn’t come across well over the internet.

As I write this, Claire and I find ourselves in the middle of a powercut. So that’s no television or films on the sofa. On the plus side, it also means no Love Island.

When this has happened in the past, I have done what every right-minded person does in an emergency – take to Twitter to find out what is going on and see if anyone else has the same problem.

For example, if you couldn’t access Facebook, you would search Twitter for the word “Facebook”, to read all the sad and emotional tweets from Facebook addicts, complaining that their lifeline to the outside world has been severed.

If you couldn’t find Mars Bars on sale in any of the supermarkets, you may search “Mars Bars”. Getting the idea?

I am sure that if the internet and Twitter had been in existence in 1912, passengers aboard the Titanic would have searched “sinking”, to see if the unsinkable ship was indeed sinking. Although, if the White Star Line charged as much as P&O for using a mobile phone at sea, the ill-fated tweeters may as well have thrown their iPhones overboard.

As I was saying, Twitter has been helpful duringĀ  previous powercuts, to learn if other people in the area are affected and how widespread the problem is.

During this latest loss of power, the big news story throughout the world is that the whole of Argentina and Uruguay are also without electricity. The way this story is being reported, you would have thought this was something of a major incident. I notice that Weston in Bath isn’t getting a mentioned by Reuters or Fox News! Typical.

Unfortunately for me, all these news reports concerning South America are clogging up Twitter, meaning that whenever I search for “powercut”, I only get results concerning the poor people of Argentina and Uruguay. I know exactly how they feel.

There have been some updates since I started writing this blog. Firstly, the electricity board have discovered there is a problem. Sadly, this diagnosis only extendeds to my street in Weston. I don’t think Western Power Distribution’s coverage extends to countries within South America.

The second update is that the power is now back! All of this drama took place in just under an hour.

I generally feel sorry for those people in Argentina and Uruguay, who still have no electricity; although at least they won’t have to endure Love Island this evening.

Posted by sean on June 16, 2019 at 10:33 am in Rabbits with No Comments

How many other bunnies can design and write their daddy owners a Fathers Day card?

* Call me cynical, but I suspect Roman may have received some help from his bunny mummy.

Posted by sean on June 15, 2019 at 11:31 pm in Movies with No Comments

The live action version of The Jungle Book was on telly this afternoon. I’ve actually owned the film for a while, but have never got round to watching it.

Anyway, the purpose of this blog is to ask the question – was the ending fair?

I don’t think I am giving too many spoilers away when I say that the villain of the movie – a tiger named Shere Khan – dies at the end. He is killed by Mowgli.

Mowgli is a child who lives in the jungle. Do people usually live in the jungle? Not normally. Mowgli should be in a house somewhere, playing his PlayStation, like your typical 10-year-old kid.

Shere Khan is a tiger who lives in the jungle. Do tigers usually live in the jungle? Yes they do. Tigers hunt prey. If that prey happens to be a little boy, so what. Mowgli is in tiger territory. If you ask me, Mowgli had it coming.

The other reason Shere Khan’s murder (yes, I am calling it that) is wrong, is because tigers are an endangered species. There are only 3890 of them left in the wild. Thanks to Mowgli, there are now just 3889.

There are 7.7 billion people on the planet. Had Shere Khan eaten Mowgli, the human race isn’t going to cease to exist. He probably wouldn’t even be missed.

So, next time you watch The Jungle Book, think about the impact it has on the tiger species. If you see the film’s creators, throw a bucket of animal blood over them in protest. Actually, please do NOT do that. It is definitely illegal and probably assault. Plus, I don’t want to get into trouble, like Jo Brand, for encouraging a crime to be committed.

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