THE TESTING TIMES

Bah-humbug.

Plans to get out of the house did not happen, unfortunately and annoyingly.

I simply couldn't get it together this morning or most of the day. The nausea has stubbornly persisted.

The plan was to make an appointment with my GP but this was off putting in one way as I really wanted to deal with this thing causing the nausea. I remembered the Urgent Care Centre, formally the Accident & Emergency, at my local hospital. But then didn't relish the idea of annoyingly being told to then go to the A&E of Barnet Hospital.

Oh the joys of being in the UK. being British and having to deal with the NHS ... and all the other lazy, overpaid public services! Lol.

The weather didn't help either. Not only wet but my other favourite weather effect, wind, was also giving it gusto! Pardon the pun.

I actually put on clothing to go out, come down my stairs and by the time I was at the bottom I'd decided not to go out ... again.

Two days in a row. Not like me at all.

Was desperate for some kind of distraction but nothing much at the moment. Not really for another six days either. Bummer.

I did some Internet surfing, played FarCry 3, as I never got around to finishing it, then decide to research my nausea once again.

As well as the gastroenteritis possibility another old friend popped into the radar of Helicobactor pylori. This one caused me to raise and eyebrow and then chuckle.

I stated 'old friend' but I've never suffered from this infection ... been tested for it at least four times though!

In the past each GP I was with had suspected I was suffering from this infection from symptoms I had. Four times! Each time the tests cage back negative. So often had this happened but the last two Doctors that requested stool samples were then told "Oh your looking for Helicobactor?" where a surprised GP would say "How did you know?" where I would then explain I've had several tests for it in the past and it will come back negative, it always does.

They did.

You would think that being told this and their claims to want to save money and care about patients, as one said in a recent Panorama programme, they wouldn't bother testing? Nope.

Cheap way of time wasting and cheap testing. Probably cheap to deal with too?

After tests were negative what tests do you think followed up those ones?

None.

So yeah, it raised an eyebrow.

Oddly it stated that antibiotics, such as Metronidazole, work on Helicobactor where they do no with Gastroenteritis. I remembered I had a few tablets of this antibiotic knocking around in my tablet drawer.

Yup ... I predict the next couple Doctors will tell me I shouldn't have done that?

I will tell them that if they, the hospitals and the NHS were not such a mess and full of corruption I would not have needed to or felt I had no choice.

I have tried to get out all week, Doctors don't do call outs, Barndoc state they only do it for cancer patients but my friend Ken slowly died of cancer and mainly me and one other friend visited him. No Barndoc or Doctors I saw. There was one clueless African nurse who operated in slow motion, had a limp, hid his five spoons for taking liquid Oxycontin each time she visited and could not pronounce the drugs name either!

Yup. A wet fart in a Tornado stood more of a chance and would have been considerably more enlightening that dealing with the biggest liars in the British public services.

After the first one there did seem to be respite from the nausea. But then there were short moments like this anyway. The second pill seem to have a longer period of respite. Maybe I'm onto something here?

Oddly ... today I've been contacted by an unprecedented number of people. It is a trifle ... weird. No less than three friends have contacted me today and two family members.

Two family members in a day is ... rare ... as is three friends contacting me. For five to occur on one day is ... well, bizarre.

Someone's been talking. Lol.

Oddly enough the one person in the family that contacts me more than anyone else didn't contract me. It's a relief.

So the crappy feeling still persists and the one person I wanted to contact me has not ... again. That's two weeks tomorrow afternoon, over than answering a reprimanding.

It's now also 72 hours too.

Though I have realised that there could be a five working day rule to that last one. So won't be entirely sure until the middle of next week.

Still ... just hoping right now this bloody infection passes and I get out of the house tomorrow, making appointment with GP and visit Urgent Care Centre. The latter just to be sure if the nausea has gone and get another 7 days worth of Metronidazole. Because it will look like the drug is working on whatever it is and you need ten days worth of tablets.

There are possibilities from both visits as the Doctors have tried to call and there of no reason for them to do so. Though I've not been seen for over a month, maybe that's why? Or they have only just seen the blood pressure readings I handed in two weeks ago and panicking? The antibiotics being handed over could cause a ... disagreement? Lol.

Then I'm left with a weekend, then three days before I'm not brassic, skint ... err without money, lol, again and Fallout 4 is released.

Fallout 4, for those that do not know, is a post apocalyptic PC game that should rock my world and, of like the last two, eat up many, many evenings and even whole days?!

Previous games from this company have been unbelievable with their playability along with open worlds oh towns villages, people and even wildlife that looks and acts convincing.

After Fallout 4 there will be another favourite of mine getting a sequel. I imagine many transhumanists will be playing this one due to it's advance prosthetics in a future world that's looks like the Bladerunner movie.

This is Deus Ex Mankind Divided and hopefully Fallout 4 will still not be finished by the time Deus Ex is released?

There are a few others too I'm interested in though since details of some have been disappointing, like Need For Speed being on-line only.

Homefront The Revolution looks like it could be very good.

But right now the bland, penniless, boring and ill stricken limbo persists.

Six bloody days! Roll on the 11th November 2015. Then quickly roll on Deus Ex's release date!

While playing Fallout my own plan to scramble out of the quagmire will be churning through its processes too.

What a difference a week can make and indeed even the difference a day can make can be earth shattering.

The possibility of over of those days still exists ... but now dwindles with each day that passes.

TEN MORE GOD DAMN MINUTES

Y I thought about the title, 'what a difference ten minutes make' but thought it too corny.

I cannot quite believe how relaxed I am considering. But then it's pain free right now and that is something I thought I would never be happier about.

I said before I thought I was over the what and was wrong? I was wrong again. Good god I have been getting things wrong a lot of late! Queue a stomach feeling like it's trying to rip out of my abdomen and a spleen feeling like it's taking part in a Predator movie! Burning in the posterior and vomiting when everything was long gone and staying to get a great deal hotter and sweaty.

I cos not take it anymore and feck the ultimate embarrassment to my ultimate nightmare this had to stop. I could not take the chance that Tramadol could make it worse so I reached for my phone and dialled '111' which is the new NHS direct number.... sort of. But I could not hold a conversation in the state I was in and had to hold out for a... lull,  so to speak. It came, I rang, the lull soon left! Next I was unable to speak and holding my guys in pain while vomiting yet again. I simply wanted to know if I could take the Tramadol once I had handed over all the symptoms, are rather answered all the questions.

Returning to the phone I was told an ambulance was on its way. Well I had not hung up and neither did she and the poor girl obviously heard it all for several minutes though it felt more like thirty to me. Good knows what it was like for her.

So I did it. I finally have in during one of those nights that I anyways thought I would die before agreeing to an ambulance coming for me? When I was told I was past caring. That... was... unthinkable!

Eventually I realised I had given them completely the wrong number so had to dial '999' to get the correct number to them. There was a little confusion but eventually he came. Alone so the government can meet its targets?! Yeah I told him what I thought of the government and is targets and that there is never any comeback for those that cause these things.

Oh the pain? Well damn typical on the one hand while a relief on the other but it had died down to manageable levels just before he arrived. Go figure! In fact the phone call to correct the phone number I say told the ambulance was outside. I was hot, sweating like mad, becoming nauseous and hanging into the wall but appreciating the cool air in nowt but a robe. It was several more minutes beige he come and things were settling back down. My blood pressure was high, unusually, and he noticed I was hot and clammy but I said this were dying down now. Temperature seemed to be fine and I was told, to my complete relief, that the Tramadol would be fine. He tried to put me off going to hospital and I said I was fine with that, I only wanted to stop the pain and know it is OK to take the Tramadol.

Please God, that is how desperate I am, let that be the end of it?!

At least I have some respite right now and I'm shit scared, another pun, of eating anything. Drinking too and was not happy taking water to treasure the pills even.

I will have to get to the bottom of this to make sure it never happens again, if it's at all possible.

Did I record it? Yeah, not only did I not want to record it but it was the last thing on my mind while vomiting fresh air repeatedly and having the feel of emery paper and ignited petrol while trying not to break my rib/tear ligaments from my rib again! Still hurts from the list time I did it secession days ago and I dare say it will be a fair old while before that stops being tender?!

He asked how much I right it hurt so I pointed out my severely under used the section Wing Chun wall back filled with gravel of different sizes. I tell him I can punch it high speed and hard and shock a lot of people. He gets to here about the Fibromyalgia, hernias, being run over and various other things. He gets the general idea.

Huh, life eh?

How does it vary so much from person to person? I always think it is down to simple mathematics and the laws of averages. Two people may own want the and car but one never has so much of a scratch while the other has half a dozen. There are always two extremes and everything in between. It's the laws of mathematics you can not escape. So why have I spent all these years battling so hard to change them?

I just wanted to see if I could. I don't like the thought that this are predestined. Despite having a theory supporting it I am determined to destroy that theory I have been holding onto all these years.

It is not a case of proving that nothing is set in stone, that would be impossible. Some things will never change that is just how it is. But to be truly ground breaking... well you have to do some breaking of your own.

Now if you will excuse me I have not slept more than about two hours in... umm... 36? Give our take?

Hopefully this will be a good night? Oh crap, just remembered I have to sort out the cursed DWP! BUMMER!