can you limp with one arm??

CAN YOU LIMP WITH ONE ARM??

For those who don't know me, and why should you; I'm assuming you stumbled across my blog accidentaly, my right arm was paralysed in 2001 during two operations to remove a neurofibroma (I suggest a dictionary at this interlude) from my brachial plexus (ditto). I have been wearing a sling 24/7 ever since; a natty blue number made from comfy-ish blue foam, with adjustable straps.  First, the Royal Liverpool Hospital supplied them. Then they stopped. Then Ormskirk Hossie stepped in and took over the funding. Then Davids Cameron got in power and they stopped.

So, no bugger will supply me with cocaine, oops, sorry, slings now. You'd think I was asking for a class A drug the way I'm being treated. I was kindly offered a triangular bandage, you know, the calico ones that used to come with kiddie's nurses outfits; that cost thruppence ha'ppeny a dozen, and don't drain therefore, drain the coffers of the PCTs.

I'd like to ask, (who [whom??] exactly, I don't know) what I am supposed to do with my paralysed arm? Put it in my Gucci bag and carry it around with me? Oh, no, thought I was Victoria Beckham for a minute then. So make that an Aldi carrier bag. Given that I won't be able to leave the house in 6 weeks, when my last sling has been used, I really would like to know.

Would an amputee be left without a crutch? A diabetic without insulin? No, so why should I be deprived of a sling? OK, they cost £12 each, but there is no way I could fund that. AND I'm an ex-nurse, so I'm not even given any special treatment for that for that. Then again, ex soldiers who were prepared to die for Queen and Country are sleeping under Waterlooe Bridge so perhaps I'm expecting way too much.

There's the scrapheap Miss Braben, don't bang your head  on the way in...

 

A POEM for OUR PRIME MINISTER.

 

 

Do you weep Mr Cameron, do you weep?

As the bombs fall while you sleep.

While some children die, while yours are warm and dry,

Do you weep Mr Cameron, do you weep?

 

Have you ate Mr Cameron, have you ate?

Do you have lots of food on your plate?

While some children go hungry, but you never do,

Have you at Mr Cameron, have you ate?

 

Can you hope Mr Cameron, can you hope?

Can you look to your future and hope?

Can you know how it feels to never have joy....

no, of course not.

 

 

 

 

 

 



Round 2

So, after 2 days of trying top work out how to post a new chapter, I finally worked out that as I hadn't posted for over 6 months, (well, a year) that my  old blog was defunct. Now that's sorted, I solomny swear to update my blog frequently...honest, gov!