I am outraged.
Actually no, I am bloody outraged!
I will tell you a story which not only tells y'all what's going on but an rather traumatic thing that happened on the way to my ECG yesterday.
I sent the following message to someone and i can't improve on it so here goes:
Part One
What happened after the ambulance arrived:
Called blood box (ambulance) and they said I was OK. Went to Dr today and he said I was not OK. So I told him to fight the paramedic and whoever won, was how I actually am and a true reflection of my current state of health.
Doc won. Paramedic took himself to hospital in his own ambulance (self service)
Now had ECG, CPR, QPR and SAP. XRay tomorrow and back on steroids and antibiotics yada yada yada.
So, all back to normal..ad infinitum ad nauseum (that is until the results come in)
Part Two:
What happened on my way to the ECG yesterday and relevant to this thread which is why I am outraged.
Having a cup of coffee, a glass of red wine and a nice French brandy whilst on the way to ECG. All for medicinal purposes I assure you. Those of you who are intimate with dear Bacchus will quickly recognise the typical breakfast beloved of English & Roman folk. Scottish folk drink Tennants Extra.
To be honest, without the above, I might have been tempted to stay put, but I'm glad I didn't. Someone has to make a stand.
I glanced out of the window of the coffee shop and to my horror a "youth" of about 20 or so years, had jumped on my scooter and was making silly Harley noises to his mates. The wine was not the only thing red at that instant so I grabbed my oxygen bottle (I have to - it's attached to my nose and it would hurt badly if I forgot to pick it up).
I careened outside throwing caution to the winds and remonstrated rather loudly and very eloquently at the miscreant all the time on the edge of conciousness (it doesn't take much at my level to knock me out I can assure you).
"Don't you fuck with my STUFF!"
I was quite pleased with the phrasing and metre as I felt it carried the message adequately without being over wordy.
His reply was: (You should remember this - you will hear it constantly from sections of yoof as an excuse for anything from this experience, to stomping an old tramp to death in a park.)
"We were only having a laugh and a giggle mate - what's your problem?"
MY problem.
I have a rather loud voice and I amazed myself that it still worked after all these years of gasping.
It worked so well in fact that a French deckhand, working on a beam trawler close to the Mid Channel Marker (CH1) was so startled he fell overboard headlong into the ocean. I believe they are still searching.
There were three of them - one a girl. I shrewdly deduced that if it came to it, she was gonna get it first - I felt I could handle her. But to my surprise, Evil Kinevil came at me and I prepared my oxygen container for a surprise flank attack on his head but before I could do that, he put both hands on my poor long suffering chest and shoved me so hard I nearly took a backwards pratt fall.
But, years of experience dealing with the less than ebriated, has taught me to always lean slightly forwards with one leg slightly to the rear - balance is everything - going down was not an option it could have been (literally) fatal, although I do remember in a fleeting moment that the girl, who I had singled out as the one most likely to be the gang leader (!), was wearing a very short and billowing skirt and for a moment i......
Oh. Anyway, at that moment, four customers who I had been exchanging pleasantries only moments earlier, came out mob handed and proceeded to chase the yoof gang down the high street. What's vaguely amusing is that no-one amongst them is under 60 and all suffer a rang of ailments of which mine is a mere flesh wound by comparison.
The whole affair was right by a high powered digital town CCTV camera so I suppose I could have had him nicked but it was his lucky day - I had to get to my appointment.
So, I am outraged. Yes, but i should feel ashamed, after all, he was only having laugh and a bit of fun poor boy.
I would point out that my scooter is a legitimate disabled vehicle and I am Registered Disabled. Forcing an vehicle with an electromagnetic brake without releasing it can seriously damage the motor. Without it I am housebound. I can drive my car OK but unless there's a support mechanism at journey's end, I will be staying in it.
So, there you have it chapter and verse.
That is all.
PS What colour were the miscreants?