I've been told on oxygen for life now, that biking is a no no, well there are only 3 left, 2 Aprilias and my Nexus, which is still being troublesom since it overheard talk of selling the ol gal, however my Vauxhall Viva stood since October and I had her running this morning after a bit of maintenance in the lovely sunshine. I had a nice ride out Sunday by Volvo , a relative came to pick me up and finally get to see their new home near Woodbridge Suffolk- After a spot of lunch inclusive of a great Nieces boyfriend who has a Kwaka 650, Ducati Hypermode, is it and a non descript trail bike-he said he was considering a Tuono V4 Aprilia.Much bike talk my nieces expression said it all,but her bo assured me he was brainwashed by horsey nonesences! After lunch I was also treated to a run in the Porsche Boxter my relatives recently bought, top down.
Next day I had trip into Ipswich via Hospital transport, to an apointment for the follow up. Very early start as I was up at 6 /30 having had probably a half hours kip.
THat apointment had to be changed from next week having waited nye on 2 years for a referal re bowel problems, as it was in actual fact blood loss being aparant that was the catalyst for my contacting the medical system and just as well.
I believe seeing the claret on the bathroom floor made me call 111, but they imediately put it as an emergency, probably would have tried to soldier on otherwise, it literally saved my life, they reckoned I had probably a couple of days left,( as my lungs were incaable of discharging the carbon dioxide, which is what the converters now do), as that was secondary, to having pneumonia and due to Covid being in a so called suite for 3 weeks and another in a side ward getting used to the oxygen converter, a less harsh bit of trickery.to acompany me home, on boxing day!
I was back in Ipswich twice and they did actually stop blaming the Cathater,for blood on the bed clothes, yes that wasnt another particular pleasant repeat procedure, either.
So Clacton Hospital Monday afternoon, hopefully in a 2 man /women transport I could see out of like Mondays, as I couldnt the first time they were deployed to take me for a diabetic eyescreeing.The driver was sealed off and the window forward too high to see out of and after the storms ravaging the weekend prior, a blacked out side window gave little view-I did a similar run albeit going across to Walton on the Naze via my Cagiva Raptor, to ensure everything was AOK before she went up to Inverness!
Apart from riding it over here when I moved the last ride out I had on my Gilera was to the Rev Up Cafe in Walton on the Naze, who knows maybe theres still hope.
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