Similar title: different problem. What is it with British designers? I recently had the pleasure (?) of having to ‘maintain’ the Skylo bottom-entry fill valve in my (luckily low-level) loo. I went onto t’Internet to get the installation and maintenance sheet, rolled up my sleeves and set to work… According… Continue reading
We are recently returned from a ten-day sojourn in a cottage on the north bank of the Solway and, generally, we had a good time, but… The ‘estate’ drive (about half a mile long) was more reminiscent of a rough sea than a road: the potholes were so large you… Continue reading
Eventually, I found out why the phone squeaks: lack of phone signal. After extensive investigation, I found out that the ‘system’ notifies me whenever the phone signal drops to zero and the only way to make it stop squeaking is to set the notification sound to ‘silent’. All well and… Continue reading
There am I, sitting at my desk, thinking deep thoughts when… squeak! My phone makes an alerting noise. What is it? Some vital message? World War Three? So I pick up my phone, unlock it and… nothing. Scan all the apps to see why the squeak, but nothing. Why did… Continue reading
It’s now two years (and several colonoscopies) since the end of my chemo, and all is looking good (sorry!). I think the NHS and I have finally got the hang of this ‘scopy prep lark: A week’s senna (twice the usual dose) five days diet (two of them liquids only…)… Continue reading
When I received my diagnosis, I decided to distance myself from the local drama group as I felt that I wouldn’t be able to give it my full attention(!) Hence I quietly withdrew my services and retreated to the (relative) obscurity of my own home. Things went quiet for just… Continue reading
CT scan scanned, PICC line unlined and Oncologists said ‘never darken our doorsteps…’ Except, that is, for 5 years monitoring… So: forward 4 months and letter arrives scheduling my next stage: a Colonoscopy. Not fun, but OK… Last time, I was told to comply with the ‘previous evening’ schedule (2… Continue reading
At long, long last (after 12 sessions and 6 months) I’m finally (almost) free! The chemotherapy cycles are all done – the last couple being irritating but much less hassle than the earlier ones: I suspect the adjustment was mostly me, although I did persuade the medical powers-that-be to modify… Continue reading
I’m now on Cycle 8: two thirds of the way through my (seemingly endless) chemotherapy treatment. The first six cycles were the worst: At the start of the cycle, the Hospital dosed me up with two chemicals: Oxaliplatin, an anti-cancer drug with lots of nasty side effects, and Calcium Lactate(?),… Continue reading
So: the surgeons cast me forth back into the hurley-burley. The after-effects of the op were not too bad: little discomfort except that the bowel seemed to have become two: not surprising, really, as, in fact, it had. The main bit still merrily churned away with its peristalsis, but the… Continue reading