Swineflu Accessory I woke up at 5.30 as usual. Spent 2 hours under a steam pot filled with water and Vicks. Used up endless tissue paper - I am building a tissue mountain.
I keep thinking that everyone around me or those who visit me will catch swine flu.
The elderly and irritating window cleaner arrived yesterday insisting he needed to speak to me. Which part of " swine flu" didn't he understand? I really dislike window cleaners. Firstly, they are nosey and secondly you just feel like edging towards the window and destabilizing the ladder. I would never do that of course but it is always tempting.
I have kept away from most human beings save for the ones who insist on invading my quarantine hutch. I have been left a Miss Piggy duvet cover by members of my immediate family who also confiscated Series 5 of Desperate Housewife on the pretense that it was too risky for me to see more of Mike Delphino on DVD. My mother I hear is convinced that good little Indian girls should never look at a man with his top off.
Someone had snitched on me and told her that I have been placing shocking naked men on my Ward 87 blog. As with most asian mothers, she isn't happy at all. No doubt the gaggle of Bengali elderly women are tittering over my outrageous liking for Mike Delphino. It isn't my fault that all Bengali men are short, short and short. Not that I have anything against dwarfs of course but they just aren't Mike Delphino. And at some point, size has to matter.
As four people have pointed out, at no time have I been a good little Indian girl. They have a point of course! I couldn't remember the last time I was obedient.
While I was steaming my head, lungs, nostrils etc, I had time to contemplate the whistleblowing world around me. Since I have whistleblown, I have suffered from more infections than any other human being. I therefore conclude that there is some kind of a relationship between poor immunity and whistleblowing.
I have attempted to draw myself a plan to get over my chocolate addiction. These plans keep being redrawn repeatedly. Over the last 10 years, I keep relapsing intermittently. I have developed a dislike for all things with the word "lawyer or court" in it. My disrespect for authority has grown to heady heights. There is some kind of relationship between that and my chocolate addiction. Everyone tells me I should be grateful that I am not addicted to other substances but no one has counted my fascination with tall, dark haired blue eyed men. All from a distance of course. Once you take a closer look, you just have to run.
So the real side effects of whistleblowing are
1. Cynicism.
2. A total disrespect for authority
3. A care free attitude to everything.
4. A attitude to life where each day is valued.
Today is Day 3 of the Swine Flu. I appear to be getting better bar the fact I still have no proper voice. It hasn't killed me of yet despite the horror stories I have been told. Can someone tell the GMC grave-diggers to stop their work :)? Apparently, they were digging themselves into a deeper hole.
I should say that this Pig Plague appears to be quite a severe version of the flu and in retrospect, Tamiflu is a good idea for the vulnerable. Actually, it is probably a good idea for everyone. Why go through pain?
I happened to have braved it because I am a whistleblower and tough - and I have this idea that nothing defeats me. I also have this view that I am no wuss or weakling. This gung ho attitude isn't for everyone and I accept that. As for complications, I think I have developed a chest infection but that will resolve soon as long as I can loosen the phlegm. My chest appears to be whistling away in tune with my breathing. Perhaps I do really need a new bra again.
My current invader
I am though fairly washed out and totally exhausted. All I feel like doing is sleeping at present. The problem with sleeping is I find myself drenched due to the onset of fevers etc and subsequent decreasing of temperatures. This is resulting in further attempts to change my bed and duvet cover which is causing me substantial levels of irritation. It is at times like these that we all need maids. It is also at times like these there are advantages to being a gold digger. Sadly, whistleblowers have morals and gold digging is out of the question. That's the problem with having morals - you have to change your own bed and duvet cover no matter how much trauma it causes. This Miss Piggy duvet cover is causing me some serious problems.
My current problem is this - when am I free from being contagious? I would quite like to go shopping for more bras, a new supply of opaque black tights, underwear and of course chocolate! Besides, Christmas is coming.....................
I keep thinking that everyone around me or those who visit me will catch swine flu.
The elderly and irritating window cleaner arrived yesterday insisting he needed to speak to me. Which part of " swine flu" didn't he understand? I really dislike window cleaners. Firstly, they are nosey and secondly you just feel like edging towards the window and destabilizing the ladder. I would never do that of course but it is always tempting.
I have kept away from most human beings save for the ones who insist on invading my quarantine hutch. I have been left a Miss Piggy duvet cover by members of my immediate family who also confiscated Series 5 of Desperate Housewife on the pretense that it was too risky for me to see more of Mike Delphino on DVD. My mother I hear is convinced that good little Indian girls should never look at a man with his top off.
Someone had snitched on me and told her that I have been placing shocking naked men on my Ward 87 blog. As with most asian mothers, she isn't happy at all. No doubt the gaggle of Bengali elderly women are tittering over my outrageous liking for Mike Delphino. It isn't my fault that all Bengali men are short, short and short. Not that I have anything against dwarfs of course but they just aren't Mike Delphino. And at some point, size has to matter.
As four people have pointed out, at no time have I been a good little Indian girl. They have a point of course! I couldn't remember the last time I was obedient.
While I was steaming my head, lungs, nostrils etc, I had time to contemplate the whistleblowing world around me. Since I have whistleblown, I have suffered from more infections than any other human being. I therefore conclude that there is some kind of a relationship between poor immunity and whistleblowing.
I have attempted to draw myself a plan to get over my chocolate addiction. These plans keep being redrawn repeatedly. Over the last 10 years, I keep relapsing intermittently. I have developed a dislike for all things with the word "lawyer or court" in it. My disrespect for authority has grown to heady heights. There is some kind of relationship between that and my chocolate addiction. Everyone tells me I should be grateful that I am not addicted to other substances but no one has counted my fascination with tall, dark haired blue eyed men. All from a distance of course. Once you take a closer look, you just have to run.
So the real side effects of whistleblowing are
1. Cynicism.
2. A total disrespect for authority
3. A care free attitude to everything.
4. A attitude to life where each day is valued.
Today is Day 3 of the Swine Flu. I appear to be getting better bar the fact I still have no proper voice. It hasn't killed me of yet despite the horror stories I have been told. Can someone tell the GMC grave-diggers to stop their work :)? Apparently, they were digging themselves into a deeper hole.
I should say that this Pig Plague appears to be quite a severe version of the flu and in retrospect, Tamiflu is a good idea for the vulnerable. Actually, it is probably a good idea for everyone. Why go through pain?
I happened to have braved it because I am a whistleblower and tough - and I have this idea that nothing defeats me. I also have this view that I am no wuss or weakling. This gung ho attitude isn't for everyone and I accept that. As for complications, I think I have developed a chest infection but that will resolve soon as long as I can loosen the phlegm. My chest appears to be whistling away in tune with my breathing. Perhaps I do really need a new bra again.
My current invaderMy current problem is this - when am I free from being contagious? I would quite like to go shopping for more bras, a new supply of opaque black tights, underwear and of course chocolate! Besides, Christmas is coming.....................
7 comments:
Just seen that pic of Mike Delephino, he looks a bit flabby to me, plus i don't think he's got blue eyes?
Not that i'm jealous.
Mig Cubelino :-)
Flabby?! Well, who said I was fussy about fat men?! Its all in the eyes you know :)
In any case, your wife is a lucky duck given your spanish origins. May be she thinks " Antonio Banderas"
:)
RP
Antonio in action. I assume you and your wife can do the steps :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6VvR3hkePI
Just viewed the Banderas YouTube dance rutine, think he may just have the edge on me in regards to that kind of dancing, not quite upto that standard here in Wigan :-)
It is a great pity that I am only Spanish in name and not nature :-(
The girlfriend can vouch for that, to much Wigan/pie influence as apposed to Latino/paella influence :-(
P.S. I have emailed Trevor as suggested.
This is my email to Trevor :-
"Dear Mr Phillips
Can you please address the issue of how human rights are abused in
regards to trying to progress a serious NHS complaint. The perception
that genuine serious NHS complaints are purposey covered up to hide
the Truth is in actual fact a fact me and many others are/have
experienced. It is about time this in manys' opinion corrupt culture/
process was outed for what it realy is. If you were to study some of
the many cases were the above mentioned issue is a fact you would no
doubt come to the obvious conclusion that the complainants Human
Rights were/are being abused. Enough is Enough, if the above issue is
not contained within your remit can you please forward this serious
issue to the appropriate organisation.
Many Thanks
M.C."
P.S. Get well soon.
Teflon Trev should actually do some work some day. His organisation is falling apart. He was recently subjected to cross examination by the Parliamentary Select Committee - Lord Lester questioned him over the associations with his companies on his website. He told the committee that he hardly ever visits his website. I watched it at about 6am in the morning and nearly choked on my cornflakes!
JL tells me that in Wigan you guys have Pieeee and chips! And its more pie and chips than seductive moves! Ha ha. Must be some kind of spaniard genetics in there - perhaps you ought to go soul searching for that inner spaniard :). In any case, your girl will tell you that there is a certain charm to northern men. They tend to be braver than these Southern pansies I have to deal with.
My fav is going to the supermarket in Cumbria - thats where real men reside. The more north I have traveled, the better looking they get.
RP
It's the fact that we eat to many portions of pie,chips, peas and gravy that any attempt at latinoism falls by the wayside.
These days I can only manage about 2 o-lays a day :-) I wish.
Anyway moving on from that issue, it should be interesting to see if the Teflon Don replies to my email? Like you say it's about time he did some work, there are serious issues here in regards to NHS complainants having their Human Rights abused when trying to progress an NHS complaint.
May need some tough norther input on this one, training starts tomorrow with extra pies for breakfast, dinner and tea :-)
M.C.
Annnnnnnnnnd I'm back. You are such a good writer! Just keep throwing in the word 'duvet' and I will come a commentin'! :) I've actually never seen Desperate Housewives, is it really worth it to get sucked in?!?!
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