THE REIGNING IN OF HORSES

I am currently at home and this is an extremely rare occasion whereby I am very pleased to be here.

No for once I did not wake up late and have not just got up as I fell asleep at a normal time last night which is a rarity of late. No its not because I have some new fandangeld toy to occupy myself with though I do seriously need a couple. Though you will get a surprise on that front about 3 weeks from now!

No today I decided to get out on the bike and make a very late start on my British Wildlife blog! However as seems to be the norm for this time of year I could not find anything. Took an absolute age before I did get it all together and finally leave the house! Drives me insane that does I tell you.

Only I got a few hundred yards and thought I had forgotten my nicotine gum. I checked and I had them but then I gopt about e mile and felt a twinge of heartburn and realised I had forgotten my Rennie! Checked and not, I have two fecking trays of Nicotine Gum but no Rennie, DUMB-ARSE!

It was a bit windy too and was blowing straight at me from an easterly direction. Now I very nearly decieded that this would be too much and go somewhere else. But I got annoyted with myself and pushed on with the original plan of Lea Valley Park. To get there I have to go past two sites that I regularly visit. Before long I suddenly noticed I had an ouyt of the ordinary pain in my chest. Very much like a very mild form of Costochondrytis (Chest Wall Pain), which made me panic a little as that is one shit thing to endure. It was also akin to, unless this is just me, when you were at school and they make you run in very cold waether and whe your breathing hard afterwards if hurts your chect breathing in.

Only I do not get that, it is not cold today and quite the opposite in fact and I had not done anything to warrant  the need for breathing heavily, though I was at times.

I nearly did not reach the very first site which is only one third of the way to where I was going. So I stopped there and decided tha was it and no further but would have to take a breather and calm down whatever was going on. I managed to get a photo and film of my first Blue Butterflies of the year here but no Bee Orchids nor Pyramidal Orchids, though luckily despite it being May and often getting photographs in April they have not emerged yet. So I have not missed them.

The heartburn was now beginning to become a problem too ad suddenly even the otherwise short distance home might become a real problem! So I decided to walk about with the bike on the Marsh I was on in the hope of getting at least a few photos for the blogs and film for the YouTube account.

Despie the walking sometimes having a lessening effect on these ailments this was not happening at the time and I felt a familiar pang! I kicked out the stand om my Mountain Bike and tossed off both my camera sling pack and my quick release should camera holster oto the floor. I walked forwad a few paces before dropping to my knees on the left side of the low cut section of grass.

I was going to vomit and I know the feeling only too well.

However this time it was a bit different from the norm. It was taking its time and this being one of the things I hate when I am out and people I used to know that witnessed me doing this used to get a shock out how violent it can be. This was taking its sweet time and due to the embarrassment I feel everytime I go out, because more morons would think I was drunk or just find it amusing and point, I kept looking round. Luckily I was in a spot where you very rarely see anyone despite bing very close to a very undesirable neighbourhood!

After awhile though BOOM off it went but after to ... err volumes of it it suddenly stopped and I was staring at the grass thinking 'EH?!'. Then I thought 'NO! Wait for it!!' but it never came? 'What gives?@ I thought as I would normally heave around a dozen times or more and even when everything is out it simply refuses to stop. In the end your thinking 'Please STOP! There is nothing more for fuck sake!!'

This was not one of those times and this has not happened before I have to admit. I I hobbled about in a figure of eight for ten minutes thinking it was going to lure me into a false sense of security until I was half way home in front of dozens of people and strike again?!

Then aftre awhile I decided to get on the bike and make for home 'Mate's shop?' No, home! 'But you do have a bit of shopping still to get?' No, FECKING HOME!!

So yeah, I am currently glad tyo be home! Especially as I stopped on the way back at one of those way over expensive corner like shops only to find he has no Rennie but does have packets of Gaviscone for nearly £5.00 each?" Yes I think I am going to have to have a chat about that too with my new GP, as I am normally given liquid but Gaviscone tablets I could take out with me without adding a bunch of weight would be far better. Plus I fecking hate Rennie and that was how I found out I had a Hiatus Hernia in the first place because I was taking so many I felt ill and hated the taste, lol. But if it gets rid of bad heartburn you have to do it.

Yup glad to be back indoors. I may go out and the bike is out but whether this will be on the bike or not I do not know. It will not be far and likely mates shop of there is any time and then Sainsburys.

Mental side of brain goes at a thousand miles an hour whilke the physical sider of brain and body quite simply does not.

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THE TIRING CYCLING CONUNDRUM

Well I thought I would just post this for future reference.

I got up to my wildlife park today in the Lea Valley and I cycled a bit further than I did previously. Was not a great idea but it could have been worse?

First of all I was sweating like mad and had to take off my very light jacket and tie the arms around my neck. I then had to roll up my sleeves on my tee thin jumper! It was very mild today, or hot to me!

Also annoying was that I had my groin pain playing up to and it was distracting! I only hope it dies down as I get fitter over time?! Considering the pains I was thinking about the pains that I get at the to of my shoulder joints. It's just a pain in the arse, no the shoulder joint, to have it and I was thinking about how before I discovered Fibromyalgia I thought the pain was connected to the frozen shoulder pains I get. It just goes to show just how things can be easily over looked!

What I thought was connected to the shoulder so therefore one and the same problem turns out nor only to be different but was a very key thing that would have identified Fibromyalgia?! Possibly! Though they should have realised this was Fibromyalgia with what was already recorded in my medical notes!

Mind you I do have to say that they were aware of the shoulder pain and if just one of the three dozen idiots I spoke to knew anything at all about Fibromyalgia they would have asked me if I get a pain atop my shoulder joint! After all the shoulders, knees, hips, back, feet, restless legs syndrome, restless arms too and the skin conditions are all listed. More besides too and I just remembered the Costochondritis, or whatever it was called scientifically but commonly known as Chest Wall Pain.

So yes it was a difficult day and I got tired too! More rutted than I expected to in fact considering how easy it was the first time!

The funny thing is that other than the fact it literally is the condition from hell, or at least made this way by the authorities who are supposed to help patients and not themselves, I would and do find the condition rather fascinating! I found certain things fascinating and in all honesty and stated this several times previously I thought I would get a lot of attention from Doctors interested in figuring it out but I did not, not one. Of course if they all knew what I had then it madness perfect sense that no one raised an eyebrow and investigated me! After all if your into any science the one thing you would love is discovering something new! You can get yourself and your name published in a journal, write and publish a book on it and may even get anything new named after you!

After awhile my suspicions were aroused when time after time this just failed to happen. Nobody seemed bothered and nobody seemed to care. In fact it was quite the opposite as if it turned out to be wrong or I disagreed they would seem frustrated by this! In fact a Portuguese GP at Forest Road Medical Centre did not like the fact I starred I am not a gambling man but would very her money that I did not have Plantar fasciitis, as I starred to every Doctor at this surgery. In fact she seemed annoyed as she had a medical student with her so she grabbed my foot and pressed into the sole of my foot at the point where the arch meets the heel and it hurt. She said 'well that is Plantar fasciitis!' I was dumbstruck that she managed to pinpoint the pain like that and assumed I must be wrong? Except I spent the next ten years going through every single treatment for Plantar fasciitis even up to orthotic insults costing £100 a pair and not a single bloody thing worked and I was soon back on the belief it was not Plantar fasciitis.

So I threw everything at the NHS to see what they would do along with what mistakes they made and every single department I was sent to write literally contradicted the last diagnosis and did so as I recorded them!!

The funny thing is that it never occurred to anyone and I wonder if it does today that things for me must have been pretty terrible for me to plan and plot for as long as I have done?! Yet these are intelligent people and those I battled with in recent times now all know about this blog! If I was any one of them I would be quite worried about the possible outcomes of all this.

But then I guesses of I was allowed to speak, allowed to recall which was good and convenient with my memory lapses and refused to desk with more than one condition at a time and had more than 7 minutes to explain we would have found out what was to with me a long time ago?!

Well that was if they ever wanted to of course! But as you know what I have provided here makes it look pretty obvious and therefore highly likely that they did know what was wrong, for a length of time anyway, and refused to tell me what it was. In fact many of you would have noted that on the recordings of various Doctors and then in the discharge letters by the same Doctors I recorded they completely contradicted themselves! This happened with two Physios, Inguinal Hernia specialist, back specialist, neurologist, bipedal mechanic specialist (or whatever he was called), umm another Doctor to with umm something with very I recorded!

Oddly despite what anyone may think about my insistence I had a neurological disorder it really matters not. Because that foot guy I cannot remember stated that I must have a neurological disorder and I stated I had Restless Legs Syndrome and he raised an eyebrow and stated that was my problem then, after getting over the fact he could not diagnose it and some as if I was lying. Was not the first either to do that either. His name was Mark and he was recorded also... err I think, lol.

He made the best connection ever by a million miles when his eyes went wide when he realised, after testing me by adding what drugs I was given for it, I do indeed have restless legs syndrome! The best! Based on what he says I was convinced he was on the money. Also everyone was told about the fact that the RLS was brought on by caffeine! Yet both of these along with everything else was linked to Fibromyalgia too!!

So what the reality of all this is that for way over 15 years God knows how many dozen NHS Doctors failed time after time after time to identify the problem. Many disagreeing with me and even reacting annoyed half the time. I even mentioned the accidents I had stating that they could the the link!

But what is now obvious and plain to see is that each time that I suggested a link I was told and quite literally in no uncertain terms that this was not possible!

What I now know to be true is that not only was it possible but that with each suggestion I made I was bang on the money. Even the diagnosis of Charcot Marie Tooth Disease was wrong but not far off the mark!

But this was what I had intended when I started off on my quest and did so with this blog. To find a way to get to the truth and despite the truth being kept from me that enough would be said with all the many 'professionals' I would meet that enough chutes would be dropped in conversation that would somehow lead me to what I had so desperately wanted to know for what seemed like forever!

Now to me I see it that a very long list of very bad Doctors and health professionals have got away with being extremely bad or lying through their teeth or wire probably both most of the time!

In fact I see the frustration they showed me because I was disagreeing and backing them into a corner they could not talk their way out of?!

Of course the stakes had become far higher because anyone that looked at my records would realise that my symptoms started 20 years ago and that even in recent years my medical records listed way more than enough symptoms to have led these professionals to the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia?!

The problem they have with all that now is that it was three people that diagnosed it and not one if them. The three people were me, myself and I! Lol!

This is just a mere few pieces of the jigsaw really but I think that with just this single post, no laid out report and no bullet points that it simply just creates a very detailed picture. I like to think an obvious picture? This is also just one branch of what I have achieved. The subject of the NHS GP Surgeries and what they do to patients if they think they can get away with it goes on! Anyone reading this oust for the first time or even only red a few recent posts wool be quite interested to know that if you use the search box you can gain access to and are free to use the scans, letters, emails, recorded audio and even videos if it is relevant to your own plight.

I thought when I stated that it would be great to help other innocent people along the way? Other people that studied they might be innocent victims of prior who swore an oath to help people? I have a very long list of people that not only broke that oath but also lied for their own personal gain despite being paid a humongous salary out of the British taxpayers pocket!

Yes that is what I call saving money and being efficient during a financial crisis is to get hundreds of thousands of health professionals to bit so their jobs properly despite the annual salary bill!

In fact I see the governments meddling and closing things down as just more ways to not help people with ailments! Remember this is if they can! They do not really help people dying of cancer either and I should know as I watched a friend slowly die with no help our support whatsoever!