Some people euphemistically call this particular 'thing', an 'event'.
They did when I was in hospital, and when I came out. I couldn't understand it.
I refer, of course, to the heart attack I had 3 years ago to the day.
Scared the crap out of me, mainly after the paramedic had told me what had happened. It had happened in the middle of the night, and I thought it was just a bad case of feeling unwell. Very unwell. It didn't occur to me it was anything that serious, so I didn't ring the doctor until the morning.
I did a post about the events here, after I came back from hospital.
Now, time is a great thing. At first you're scared to do pretty much anything, or eat anything, but after a while you get to thinking, 'what the hell'.
Well I did, anyway.
My complete outlook on life has changed though.
I'd raced my way through the '60's, and surprisingly got this far. I wasn't going to let a cheese sandwich scare me.
I'm still off the cigarettes, but most of the other foods I'm enjoying again. And a drink. They say everything in moderation. Fine, if you're an oven.
I'm older, in the last 3 years. Not wiser, but I take the days as they come. I got made redundant a few months after the heart attack, and thinking about it, being made redundant was the best thing to happen. I don't work now; some days it's hard enough walking a rough terrain, or going uphill, after losing 40% of the heart.
But I get up when I want, and do what I want. Perfect. It's just I can't do some of the things as quickly as I used to, and some of the things I can't do at all.
I don't take all my tablets like I should do, even after having a bit of a scare walking up a hill in Wales a few months ago.
And I've got very cynical. Some would say a miserable old sod. A grumpy old man.
Yea, I'm happy with that description.
I prefer the company of animals. Birds especially. I've a few friends that I've met whilst swanning round the countries nature reserves, and on the internet; good friends. But I'm not one for big gatherings and social occasions.
I'm in a couple of local bird groups, and I can honestly say, I've yet to come across a more pompous, ignorant bunch of tossers. A few exceptions, but on the whole, nah.
But that's a whole new post.
The point of all this, is not to draw sympathy. Yea, there are a lot more people who are worse off than me. Like I said, I'm enjoying it all, (mostly), at the moment. There has been some real lows. I lost my cat one year, then I lost Jim last year. It gets lonely, sometimes, but for the most part, I'm having a great time.
And why not.
You never know if when you go to bed, you're gonna wake up again.
Right, some pictures. All the garden one's were taken through the back door glass.
The birds are having a real hard time at the moment, with all the snow and cold weather we're having. If you can put some food out for them where you are, please do. And water. Fresh, unfrozen water is as important as food. If you don't have a garden, put some food out in the street. They'll find it. And if you get strange looks from other folk, tell 'em to 'sod off.' Works for me.
Pied Wagtail. Only visits my garden when there is snow.
A couple more of them
Doing Waxwing impressions with some rose hips
Pied Wagtail, again
Blackcap, female, again
And the last one, although by no means a perfect picture, it was one I was pleased to get. I'd planted some Teasel in the garden, specifically for Goldfinches.
So good to see ones efforts work.
I hope all these wake up again in the morning; and yourselves.