Continuing Tribulations Of A Middle Aged Man Battling Baldness Beer Belly BPD And Heart Failure
Nice To See You To See You Nice
What are you supposed to do or feel when you are unexpectedly and disarmingly, almost casually given an extra two years of life? Just couple of sentences from a lovely Heart Failure Nurse Specialist And BOOM there you go…Two extra years of being alive, of being a living breathing, thinking, doing, almost fully functioning version of Brian Ferguson?
One of the most seismically life changing moments of my life and it took place on a dreek wet Thursday afternoon in the drab surroundings of Mullinure Hospital Armagh……. Now that’s a sentence I can assure you I never thought was going to write.
Had Spent countless hours in the slightly foreboding grounds of Mullinure and St Luke’s in my wee Ambulance.
Mostly on official NIAS business, occasionally errrr…not so much. So yes suppose had few distant memories of pulse quickening temporarily life invigorating illicit hours spent in the the sweeping hospital grounds. But even in my most breathless love/lust driven poetic mood I wouldn’t have went so far as calling them life changing. Yet that’s a different story for a very different book.
To be honest I think it has taken the long weekend for the news to properly sink in fully. For my slightly stunned brain to slowly percolate the information and understand what two extra years will mean . All those extra memories I can make with the Duchess And Tobster, 24 added months of being allowed to watch Toby grow up, 104 more weeks than thought I would have waking up beside the Duchess and yes, Rosie the dog.
Most of you little FB Chums will know that the minor classic by Dublin based blonde balladeer Ronan Keating ‘Life Is A Rollercoaster ‘ is, if anything, an understated but still suitably descriptive theme tune for my topsy turvey life. Even in the context of all the ludicrous highs and lows of my life this is taking some coming to terms with.
It’s as if Brucie had me as a contestant on a Heavenly TV version of Play Your Cards Right…..
There’s Brucie with his sequinned tuxedo twinkling under the celestial studio lights .
‘Nice to see you to see you nice! Tonight’s contestant is a young-ish man with something of the gypsy windswept and interesting about him…’
Crowd laughs hysterically
‘All right settle down, oh you can’t get a quality audience in this day and age, I am only reading what it says on the card! Our contestant is called Brian and you haven’t had the best of luck lately have you ducky?
‘No Bruce the last decade has been v rough on me. First of al…..’
‘That will do Luvvie, we don’t want to bring down the energy of the audience down. Now you know the rules of the game so let’s see if we can’t win you a wee change in luck before the audience starts slitting their wrists.
Higher-Lower-Higher….and yes Mr Ferguson you are walking away tonight with our star prize . Two extra years of life you didn’t think you were going to have!
For the audience in the studio and the folks watching at home what are you going to do with these two extra years?’
That’s the big question what am I going to do with two extra years? Feels like I am honour bound to make the absolute most of them.
Willlunnwriter20018
#bloggingformengalhealth2018
Continuing Tribulations Of A Middle Aged Man Battling Baldness Beer Belly BPD And Heart Failure
Nice To See You To See You Nice
What are you supposed to do or feel when you are unexpectedly and disarmingly, almost casually given an extra two years of life? Just couple of sentences from a lovely Heart Failure Nurse Specialist And BOOM there you go…Two extra years of being alive, of being a living breathing, thinking, doing, almost fully functioning version of Brian Ferguson?
One of the most seismically life changing moments of my life and it took place on a dreek wet Thursday afternoon in the drab surroundings of Mullinure Hospital Armagh……. Now that’s a sentence I can assure you I never thought was going to write.
Had Spent countless hours in the slightly foreboding grounds of Mullinure and St Luke’s in my wee Ambulance.
Mostly on official NIAS business, occasionally errrr…not so much. So yes suppose had few distant memories of pulse quickening temporarily life invigorating illicit hours spent in the the sweeping hospital grounds. But even in my most breathless love/lust driven poetic mood I wouldn’t have went so far as calling them life changing. Yet that’s a different story for a very different book.
To be honest I think it has taken the long weekend for the news to properly sink in fully. For my slightly stunned brain to slowly percolate the information and understand what two extra years will mean . All those extra memories I can make with the Duchess And Tobster, 24 added months of being allowed to watch Toby grow up, 104 more weeks than thought I would have waking up beside the Duchess and yes, Rosie the dog.
Most of you little FB Chums will know that the minor classic by Dublin based blonde balladeer Ronan Keating ‘Life Is A Rollercoaster ‘ is, if anything, an understated but still suitably descriptive theme tune for my topsy turvey life. Even in the context of all the ludicrous highs and lows of my life this is taking some coming to terms with.
It’s as if Brucie had me as a contestant on a Heavenly TV version of Play Your Cards Right…..
There’s Brucie with his sequinned tuxedo twinkling under the celestial studio lights .
‘Nice to see you to see you nice! Tonight’s contestant is a young-ish man with something of the gypsy windswept and interesting about him…’
Crowd laughs hysterically
‘All right settle down, oh you can’t get a quality audience in this day and age, I am only reading what it says on the card! Our contestant is called Brian and you haven’t had the best of luck lately have you ducky?
‘No Bruce the last decade has been v rough on me. First of al…..’
‘That will do Luvvie, we don’t want to bring down the energy of the audience down. Now you know the rules of the game so let’s see if we can’t win you a wee change in luck before the audience starts slitting their wrists.
Higher-Lower-Higher….and yes Mr Ferguson you are walking away tonight with our star prize . Two extra years of life you didn’t think you were going to have!
For the audience in the studio and the folks watching at home what are you going to do with these two extra years?’
That’s the big question what am I going to do with two extra years? Feels like I am honour bound to make the absolute most of them.
Willlunnwriter20018
#bloggingformengalhealth2018
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