Is this the world we live in?

 

Mobi – Babble

It seems that whenever I think I’m within spitting distance of getting my health back to some semblance of normality, yet another medical blow strikes down the ever-declining Mobi.

To cut a long story short, I have started to experience severe pains in my calf and thigh muscles whenever I undertake exercise,(walking or even doing such as tasks as mowing the lawn), which goes away after a few minutes of rest.

My investigations led me to strongly suspect I am suffering from PAD – peripheral arterial disease – a self-diagnosis which has now been confirmed by a consultant in Bangkok, although he wants me to undergo some expensive tests to make sure.

The specialist indicated that if the tests are positive, then I would need surgery in the form of balloons or stents inserted into my arteries to fix the problem. However my own research has indicated that surgery is only considered as a last resort for those whose condition is extremely serious, so I am having my usual dilemma of needing to find a cardiologist who I can trust to give me the proper treatment, and not one who is just after lining his pockets.

There is no doubt that the condition can lead to some serious consequences – such as a stroke, or heart attack and can also cause mobility problems; extremities can even go gangrenous.

So it is not something I can take lightly – especially as not so long ago  I could walk for an hour without any leg pains and now I am crippled up with pain after five to ten minutes of walking. I also have intermittent pain in one of my thigh muscles, even when I am at rest, which is not a good sign.

This latest setback has caused me to re-assess my life and to try and determine just where I am in the general scheme of things. This self-analysis has been prompted by the fact that I am starting to descend back into my previous depressive state, and I am also becoming extremely moody and grumpy. One of the main repercussions of my bad mood swings is that I tend to take out my grumpy fits on Noo, which is extremely unfair, as she is the sweetest, kindest person I have ever know in my entire life. Every time I snap or shout at her, for no real reason, I feel like an absolute heel and just want to curl up and disappear.

I am getting depressed, partly because I am quite concerned about my medical condition, but also because I am concerned about how much of my ever diminishing savings it might take to fix it – if indeed it is fixable. The doc in Bangkok wanted to do some kind of ‘doppler’ scan, which would have cost around 15,000 baht, and if positive, he would follow up with a CT scan, which will cost a small fortune. Then the surgery would also cost a pretty penny, and it is difficult to see how I could get the whole thing sorted for less than around half a million baht – maybe a lot more.

Anyway, I am no good to anyone if I let this problem get on top of me, and I have now come to the conclusion that if it costs a lot of money to sort it out, then so be it.

It’s not as if I don’t have the money – I do – but I’m always terrified that I will end up broke in my dotage if I don’t  keep  my spending under strict control. But on the other hand, with all my medical problems, it is becoming increasingly likely that I will ‘pop my clogs’ sooner, rather than later. So maybe I should just try to enjoy what’s left of my life as much as possible and stop worrying about something that may never happen – like running out of money.

It is the time of year when many of us try to reassess our lives, so now that I have finished my novel, (which created its own self-imposed stresses), I must aim to be more positive and cheerful in the future, and stop worrying too much about money. After all, I can’t take it with me.

So my New Year’s resolution will be something along the lines of:

  1. ‘Smile and whistle’ under all difficulties, (with apologies to the Boy Scouts);
  2. Don’t take my troubles out on Noo;
  3. Now that my novel is finished, become more active in the home and around town.
  4. If I have to spend more on essentials, including medical problems–then spend, and don’t worry about the cash running out – it may never happen.
  5. If I really can’t stop worrying about my money, then look into ways to supplement my income.

That’s my list. How about all you lot out there in blog-land?

Is this the world we live in?

Yesterday morning, I woke up to the news that a nurse at King Edward Hospital in London had committed suicide, after being duped by a hoax call from an Australian FM radio station. You may find this silly, but the news actually brought tears to my eyes and throughout the morning, every time I heard the news item repeated, the tears came back again.

Why this incident had such a strange effect on me is difficult to analyse.

Regular followers of my blog will know only too well how much I hate the monarchy and how much I abhor the privileges and extravagant trappings of royal wastrels and their endless hangers-on.

When the news broke that Kate was pregnant and had been admitted to hospital, I was appalled at the ridiculous amount of hype that surrounded this event and was aghast at the number of reporters and photographers from all over the world that immediately set up camp outside the hospital, in the vague hope that they may get a quick snap a woman in the early stages of her pregnancy. Has the world gone completely barmy? I wondered. 

It struck me then, and now, how twisted our civilization has become to devote so much attention and invest so much emotion on a woman we don’t know and will never know, who happened to marry a prematurely-balding man who is anachronism from bygone age.

Remember Princess Di, and especially her death? Anyone would have thought we were all  grieving the end of life as we know it. Need I say more?

Then came the news that  2Day FM  from Sydney had succeeded in duping two nurses at the exclusive London hospital. ‘How crass!’ I thought. I have no regard for Kate, but when all’s said and done, she was a hospital patient who by all accounts, was suffering from a particularly distressing early pregnancy complaint. Yet here were these idiots from Aussie-land, trying to extract some cheap laughs from the situation. They claimed they were trying to expose the snobbery of the stuffed shirted royals.

Really? I would love to do something like that too; but poking fun at the stuffed shirts is a million miles from what they actually did. What they did was to fool two dedicated nurses into revealing confidential medical information about one of their patients. Can someone tell me how that was exposing the ‘snobbery of the stuffed shirted royals’.

Let me make it clear. Despite being a virulent anti-royalist, I was already incensed by the pathetic, asinine behaviour of these young DJ’s who thought to it was a great sport to embarrass two nurses on the other side of the world who were only trying to do their job.

So when I heard about the tragic death of the nurse who originally took the call, I cried at the pointlessness of it all. The pointlessness of the cruel hoax, and the pointlessness of the nurse’s embarrassment and distress which must have led to her suicide – despite having a loving family to fall back on for support.

Why on earth should anyone become so distressed to the point that they kill themselves, rather than live through the shame of falling prey to a couple of idiotic hoaxers?

Why on earth should the whole world slip into manic mode as soon as a previously unknown young woman, from middle England, has a few problems in the first few weeks of her pregnancy?

Coincidentally, last night I watched an Australian documentary which was about the alarming proliferation of teenage suicides in Australia. Again, you would have to be pretty heartless if tears if you remained dry-eyed while listening to the recently bereaved parents,who told us about the lives of their lost children during the weeks and days that led up to their tragic suicides.

What came through to me loud and clear was that these teenagers who took their own lives, were the children of the social media age. All of them spent inordinate amounts of time on Facebook and other social media sites, and many occasionally expressed dark thoughts, often in connection with cyber bullying of themselves, or of others. Self-harming was also a common symptom. Incredibly, the most common choice of suicide is throwing themselves under trains.

These kids all came from decent backgrounds and all enjoyed all the luxuries of the modern age, including the obligatory iphones and ipads. What a terrible waste of so many bright, beautiful young people.

What went wrong? It seems that the stresses in today’s world of media hype over utterly inconsequential issues, such as a bit of public embarrassment or a Facebook suggestion that you are fat, is sufficient to send some people into depression and early death.

What is happening to this world of ours?

You couldn’t make it up, could you?

 

It seems like Chicago style  gangland violence is alive and well in Chon Buri province, Thailand.

Have a little  read of this ‘Thai-glish’ article, copied from one Pattaya’s daily rags. The English is excruciating, but you get the general idea – Maybe it was written by Damon Runyon’s Thai cousin.

“A Surin truck driver was taken away to be killed by group of men who tied a rope around his neck and threw him off a bridge over a busy highway. But the rope broke and the victim rolled to hide on the side of road. He told police the murder was ordered by his ex-boss, who had accused him of stealing.

The police of Sriracha police station received a report from local people that they had seen several men throw the body of a man from a bridge bypass, and they did not know the man’s fate.

A police team rushed to inspect at scene with the rescue officer of Sriracha foundation and police team. The incident occurred at the bridge route bypass 36 Chonburi-Rayong Chonburi province.

At the scene, officers found only a nylon rope tied to the handrail of the bridge. The end of the dangling rope was torn. When the officers looked below the bridge, there were many cars and trucks continuously rushing past with frightening speed and noise.

Witnesses told police that the man had fallen down to the middle of the road below. But he rolled his body to hide on the side of the road, and had barely survived by avoiding being hit by the cars and trucks. Then the man ran away into the grass forest on the side of the road.

The police and the rescue officers mobilized forces to find the man. When the man realized there were police looking for him, he crept out of the grass forest to ask for assistance. The man identified himself as Mr. Prasart Sattaboot, age 29, from Tambon Kokklang, Amphur Prasart, Surin province.

He had suffered a broken left leg, and had wounds in his right leg and head. There were bruises all over his body from being beaten severely. The rescue officer rushed to send the man to Somdej Na Sriracha hospital urgently. Before Mr. Prasart went into surgery, he told the police what happened.

At about 5 p.m., Mr. Prasart had been driving a tractor at work on the Sahaphat industrial estate. Then about 3-4 men drove up in a bronze-blue Mitsubishi pickup truck. But he could not remember the license number. The men parked the pickup truck beside Mr. Prasart. They used a chain to tie around his neck, and dragged him to get on the pickup truck and pushed his head down to the seat.

They took him to be detained at a house, where they kicked, punched, trampled and beat him. Then one of the men said to him, “You’re so bad luck that made the boss angry.”

The group of men detained Mr. Prasart in the room until late at night. Then the group of men came in and used the chain to tie around his neck, and dragged him to get on the pickup truck. After they had driven for approximately 20 minutes, one of the men asked Mr. Prasart where he wanted to be killed. “The boss said to throw you away in the reservoir,” the man said. “Where do you want to go? At Bangpakong or Bang Phra reservoir?”

So Mr. Prasart answered them to kill him at Bang Phra reservoir. So the group of men took him to Bang Phar reservoir. But when they arrived there, one of them went to check the place. He came back to tell his friends that this place is not suitable to kill Mr. Prasart because there is very little water. The men then took Mr. Prasart to many places, but they still could not find the place to kill him.

When they approached the bridge, however, one of the men said, “If we tied the rope around his neck on this bridge, and if he fell down to the road, the car will collide with him.” So the group of men drove to park on the middle of the bridge. They switched from the chain tied around Mr. Prasart’s neck with the nylon rope. They tied the other end of the rope to the handrail of the bridge.

Then the group of men carried the body of Mr. Prasart to throw off from the bridge cruelly. But fortunately that the nylon rope broke, and the body of Mr. Prasart fell on the middle of the road route bypass 36 Chonburi-Rayong.

Mr. Prasart rolled his body to hide on the side of the road and could survive from the car collisions barely. Then he ran away to hide in the grass forest on the side of the road.

When the group of men saw that Mr. Prasart still didn’t die, they hurried to drive the pickup truck to find him, but they could not find him. At that time there were a lot of cars passing by, so the men hurried to drive away and escape quickly. Meanwhile, the local people who saw the incident notified the police and the rescue officers to help the victim.

As for the reason the men tried to kill him, Mr. Prasart told police that he assumed that the cause is from a conflict between him and his ex-boss. Mr. Prasart explained that he had formerly worked as a delivery driver for a container truck company.

But the trouble began when Mr. Prasart was sent to the wrong place, and ended up delivering the container to the wrong company. So after much confusion, Mr. Prasart’s company eventually found and retrieved the lost container of goods.

But the owner of the company got so much angry, and he accused Mr. Prasart of intentionally making the delivery to the wrong place in order to steal the container. His angry boss asked Mr. Prasart if there were other people involved in the theft attempt. But Mr. Prasart denied the theft accusation, and repeated to his boss that he had been sent to the wrong company.

But the owner of the company didn’t listen to Mr. Prasart. So later he decided to resign. Mr. Prasart then applied for his current job driving the tractor, until he was taken away by the group of men to kill him.

After finishing their initial investigation, the police of Sriracha police station informed the Nong Kharm police station about the kidnapping and attempted murder of Mr. Prasart, since it occurred in their area of jurisdiction.”

PDN. Pattaya daily news.

The writers of the ‘Sopranos’ would have been proud to have included such a story into their award winning television drama series.

 

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