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“What happened to your eye?” Excuse me? I’m here because I’ve been vomiting blood and you want to talk about my eye? To do a quick rewind: I was put on Naproxen for the pain in my feet. Not only … Continue reading
I haven’t exactly been “dying of ennuii” since you last saw me here. I’ve been laid up quite ill for a while and so my blogging has gone right out of the window. In my absence I’ve been reading the … Continue reading
In the bad old days (many years ago now) I subsisted on tea, cigarettes and rum. In slightly better days this changed to tea and wine. Now it’s water, the occasional cup of tea and wine. I’m still not eating … Continue reading
After being incredibly remiss with this blog since breaking my arm in August, my muse has finally poked me to write up about the highlights of my year and attempt to catch up with you all. It’s one thing to … Continue reading
That’s what I tend to do when I’m waiting for my hospital appointments; I have my Kindle, of course, but occasionally my gaze will sweep the waiting area and see – but not see. Images are vaguely noted – sometimes … Continue reading
This blog post is actually not about Frank La Rocca at all – more about my visit with the neurologist today – but since his name is always amongst “Top Searches” on my dashboard and I received a message a … Continue reading
I can walk; I can even jog a little, and dance in short bursts. I can get to the local shops and back and sometimes I don’t even need my walking stick. What I cannot do, however, is have days … Continue reading
In a small maternity delivery room in Cheltenham, long ago, an exhausted young woman lay in a bed soaked with blood, sweat, amniotic fluid and tears; she had in her arms the most precious and beautiful thing that she had … Continue reading