The Anonymous Widower

The Problem Of Living Alone

Yesterday wasn’t the worst of days by a long way, but it does illustrate the perils of living alone.

I had four jobs to do, when I planned my day.

1. Take delivery of my new television from John Lewis.

2. Go to the Regent’s Canal to prepare myself for the Ward Forum tonight.

3. Go to John Lewis to see if one of their kitchens would fit my requirements, when I replace Jerry’s terrible one.

4. I was also expecting the builder to come round to sort out when he would finish my half-completed bathroom.

That would all seem very simple.

But the builder and the television turned up at the same time, so I naturally asked him, if he’d help me put it on the wall.  All it needed was to remove the old television, swap the bracket and then lift the other one on.  But of course the old bracket didn’t fit and just needed to be drilled out. The sort of job, that I could have easily done, if I could find my Workmate, which is somewhere under the builder’s mess in the garage. The builder then left, leaving the old television on one sofa and the new one on the other.

So I decided to go for a walk along the Regent’s Canal and then when I got to Haggerston take the 242 bus to Oxford Street for John Lewis and lunch. But then I cut my hand on something and had to get it patched up. As I was a fair walk from home, I decided to go to my doctor’s surgery to clean myself up first. They checked the wound and put a plaster on it, so at least that bit worked. I then walked home looking for someone to drill out the plate. I didn’t find anyone, as most small engineering workshops have closed.

I then realised that I also needed to get a set of spare keys cut, as the builder has all my spare ones, so I walked around the corner to the local Locksmith.  And there it was, sitting in the back of the shop, a proper bench drill. So I got the keys cut and the plate drilled so that it would fit the new television. And all for £14.  Well done, Barry!

In some ways though, it was my undoing, as I now fitted the bracket and attempted to lift the television onto the wall. I could lift it with ease, but the constant stretching of the fingers in my left hand, meant that the cut opened up and the plaster fell off. This picture shows the location of the cut, which explains a lot.

My Poor Hand

My Poor Hand

I couldn’t mount the television, as it is a job that needs two hands and two sets of eyes, because the television blocks your view of the bracket.

So eventually, I set off for Oxford Street to hopefully go to John Lewis and have some lunch. The first bus to arrive was a 30 and I intended to take it to Highbury and Islington station to go to Oxford Circus.  But the dreaded roadworks struck again and the driver couldn’t take a direct route, so he went round the houses before dropping me and perhaps twenty irate passengers at the station.

I got a train without a problem, but by the time I got to Euston, blood was now going everywhere, so at the next station I chickened out and went to A & E at University College Hospital, where I got it properly bandaged. I was also in and out in forty minutes.

I now have the problem of putting one television on the wall and getting the old one downstairs for the Council. If I could do just one of these jobs, I could at least sit on a comfortable chair.

You can really understand, how One Foot In The Grave got written. But it’s just so much more likely that things will go wrong, when you live alone. After all, if I still lived with C, she’d have cleaned up the first cut, ut a decent plaster on it, told me to take it quiet and probably made cups of tea for me all day.

I’ve now got the problem of strapping a plastic bag over my hand, so I can have a bath.

A Bath In A Bag Hand

A Bath In A Bag Hand

It wasn’t too difficult. But this is probably because the fingers of the left hand work better in their bandage and I could cut the parcel tape before I put the bag on.

October 30, 2013 - Posted by | Health, World | ,

2 Comments »

  1. I am sorry to hear about your hand. If you go into a decent branch of Boots they will sell you something called Hydrocolloid Dressings. They arent cheap I have to say, but they stay on. If you clean the cut and dont put anything on it, and make sure it is dryish, you put this stuff straight onto the cut, and the cut will heal under it. Stays in place for up to a week. I used it when I had my carpal tunnel surgery and I also use it when I have shingles so I dont scratch. Take care and be gentle with yourself whilst it is healing.

    Comment by nosnikrapzil | October 30, 2013 | Reply

    • Thanks, Liz

      Comment by AnonW | October 30, 2013 | Reply


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