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Today my wife and I went for our annual flu jab. Unlike last year, done at the doctor's surgery, this was at our community hospital. All the disabled spaces in the car park were full but the rest was three-quarters empty.
The was a constant procession of wrinklies - the jabs today were for the over-65s - and I was shocked at how frail and fragile so many looked even though most were younger than me.
I had left my walking frame in the car because it wasn't far from the non-disabled space to the unit. After leaving I walked, with my stick, across a rough patch of grass because all those in front of me on the surfaced path were moving at a snail's pace. One of my elderly neighbours, actually one of the few slightly older than me, was surprised at my speed on rough ground.
With my four-wheeled walker on an even surface, I can go at seven miles an hour. With a stick I am slower than that and the distance possible is only a couple of hundred yards compared with two miles with the walker.
For what little it is worth, when I was in management services (time & motion study) walking at 3 mph was classed as unmotivated (75%) and at 4 mph was classed as being worth full bonuses (100%).
By that standard your 7 mph scores 175%, an exceptionally high rate!!!!
All the bes, Ogg,
Thanks fifty5.
I had to walk at that speed to keep up with my father who would go at 7.5 miles per hour for twenty miles or so.
When he was ninety we moved him into an old people's home on our seafront. We warned the staff that he liked a lot of walking. They didn't believe us since most of their residents could only totter around the building.
On his first morning, he set off after breakfast. They sent a young female carer after him to ensure he was OK. She was left behind after the first hundred yards. He returned for lunch having walked fifteen miles and was off again after the meal for another ten miles.
In his late eighties he used to do conducted tours of the City of London for which he was an officially registered guide. His 'short' walk started by climbing The Monument and followed by fourteen miles zigzagging around the City including a climb to the top of St Pauls - not to the whispering gallery but inside the dome to the cross on top.
Do not click on link if you don't like heights:
https://youtu.be/J1fozYVHBJE
My wife arranged with her women's group to go on one of my father's tours. They arrived by coach. At the end, shattered, they crawled back on the coach to watch him striding off to walk a few miles to the railway station.
But his long walk started in Ladywell recreation ground, did Greenwich, the Royal Observatory and the Cutty Sark, before crossing the river to do docklands and on to the Monument to start the fourteen miles.
His most frequent followers were Japanese bankers on a short tour of working in London. They regarded his 'short' walk as the equivalent of climbing Mount Fugi, and his long one was climbing Mount Fugi twice.
This evening I had my third CT scan. I should get the results in about two and a half weeks' time.
If like the last two, I am still clear, I can plan for 2021. If not? Back to chemotherapy.
My wife arranged with her women's group to go on one of my father's tours. They arrived by coach. At the end, shattered, they crawled back on the coach to watch him striding off to walk a few miles to the railway station.
This evening I had my third CT scan. I should get the results in about two and a half weeks' time.
If like the last two, I am still clear, I can plan for 2021. If not? Back to chemotherapy.
not to hijack your thread, but my first CT scan in a year is scheduled Monday, so I understand how you feel.
Bread. Tomato sauce.And the Pizza.
We had Pizza last night followed by Victoria sponge cake. My blood sugar was even higher (just) than with Fish and Chips.
Blood sugar back to normal levels this morning and normal diet resumes this evening.
Some of us are.But the medical field just another big business to make money versus existing actual concern for human life. Because we need it, at least at some point, to live, why not make an easy buck? Many might enjoy saving lives, but they aren't doing it for "free". They need lambo money.Instead of putting pressure on our med supplies, and thus giving the Pharma companies arguments to raise prices, why not get your government to provide proper universal health care like the rest of the developed world?
This evening I had my third CT scan. I should get the results in about two and a half weeks' time.
If like the last two, I am still clear, I can plan for 2021. If not? Back to chemotherapy.
But the medical field just another big business to make money versus existing actual concern for human life. Because we need it, at least at some point, to live, why not make an easy buck? Many might enjoy saving lives, but they aren't doing it for "free". They need lambo money.
As an example she quoted a case of a man who had collapsed at his hotel, taken in for overnight observation, received no treatment or medication, and the following morning he was discharged. Total bill $12,000.
OK, James. I understand and to annoy US people - the total cost of all my treatment, including an insurance-funded visit to a private consultant, has been nothing, nil, nada.
Except for car parking charges. About £30 so far.
Well, 'free' is a malleable word, to be sure. Canadian and British health care is definitely not free; the costs just hidden, paid through taxes. It's a major line item on government budgets here - well over a third.
Oddly enough, despite all it's problems in Canada - and there are more than a few - it still costs less per capita than in the US.
It does in the UK and almost all European countries that have various systems of universal health care. The cost is much less per head of population than in the US (which is NOT universal).
Today my wife and I went for our annual flu jab. Unlike last year, done at the doctor's surgery, this was at our community hospital. All the disabled spaces in the car park were full but the rest was three-quarters empty.
The was a constant procession of wrinklies - the jabs today were for the over-65s - and I was shocked at how frail and fragile so many looked even though most were younger than me.
I had left my walking frame in the car because it wasn't far from the non-disabled space to the unit. After leaving I walked, with my stick, across a rough patch of grass because all those in front of me on the surfaced path were moving at a snail's pace. One of my elderly neighbours, actually one of the few slightly older than me, was surprised at my speed on rough ground.
With my four-wheeled walker on an even surface, I can go at seven miles an hour. With a stick I am slower than that and the distance possible is only a couple of hundred yards compared with two miles with the walker.