A Soupçon of Cognitive Dissonance

I am suffering from a soupçon of cognitive dissonance...how about that for some pretentious shit for my first sentence ;-)

I've just been on a call with work...aarrgh, fuck, fuck, fuckety, fuck. I'd just written nearly a complete post but because fucking blogger arses up the spacing I stupidly decided to do this in Notepad which doesn't save as you go and of course the fucking Chromebook shut down and I lost the lot. Mumble..moan..grrrr.

Now the question is, do I try to recreate the eloquent brilliance of what I wrote from memory...I'm 52 and have difficulty remembering what happened an hour ago...or start over?

So, firstly cognitive dissonance, I am lying here with my leg gently throbbing, smelling faintly of piss from having to use a pee bottle and having a bladder the size of a pea due to the diabetes...you didn't know, well by the way I have diabetes as well :-) and it makes you piss almost continually... so, where was I? This is leading to something, honest, so I'm lying here in the above condition having a call with work about joyless IT wank, it doesn't half put first world problems, 'specially first world corporate problems into perspective.

Now this is all I am going to say about work as it would appear that if you mention anything on Facebook then it can be held against you in a court of law and you run the risk of never working again ;-)

So, I have gone up in the world, literally, I am at least three feet higher than I was yesterday. I, ladies and gentlemen, have a new bed...oh yes this is the real shit. I hope you are duly impressed, I am now lying in state, looking faintly like Lord Bath on a bona fide bed, not a mattress on the floor. This however comes with it's own problems, poor old Henry James, dog of mystery and joy now can't get onto the bed. He has to be lifted up.

So, last night, despite strict instructions from both Helen and Ocean, he and I collaborated in getting him onto the bed. He stands on his hind legs whilst I lie flat on the bed and haul him up, as they say, love will find a way. This of course is a very dangerous operation, what with him being nearly fifteen and me being a cripple with a bad back ;-)

There is a downside however, as mentioned before, this bed is unconscionably high, so Henry can't get off, never mind it's 12 o'clock at night he'll be asleep until the morning. I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep on my new and very comfortable bed not even disturbed by Keith or Dafydd. Only to be woken up at God knows what time by an horrendous bang. I shot straight upright in bed only just managing to muffle a scream of pain as my back complained in no uncertain terms at this unwarranted behaviour.

The fucking dog had jumped off the bed, it's about 5 times higher than he is and he's fifteen with arthritis. I thought we were going to find him lying in the hall unable to move, but no, this morning he's wandering round as if nothing has happened.

Enjoy



Comments

  1. yuccaqueen14 February 2018 at 17:40

    Oh Charlie, i think this is the first blog I've ever read, and I can't wait to read more. Are there back issues?
    Now I know what Wayne at work was on about, about my considering writing A blog.
    Do you find it useful as a tool to drop your trials of the day, or useful to inspire yourself or others, when the day is going tits up?
    Did I previously ask how I might do this? It might save the eyes and ears of those on WhatsApp...

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  2. Charlie15 February 2018 at 00:14

    Yes, I have written large amounts of drivel, including recipes. I am guessing you are accessing this on a phone and came in via Facebook? If so go to the bottom of the page and click on the blue Home button that'll take you to the main page of the blog. There are a couple of other sections as well. I really need to get it more organised as I basically set it up and then did nothing else

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