Good Pills, Bad Pills
(Warning: another boring health post, recorded here in the hope that it might be of use to others) Of all the numerous and weird symptoms that I have endured [...]
UFOs, Covid deaths and Poverty
Partygate, the despot-like re-writing of the Ministerial Code, Russian aggression and energy price hikes, all dominate the British news. Remember Covid? Well, Covid news has been – thankfully - consigned to the [...]
The “D” Word
This April Fool’s Day it is fitting to write that I have become….. disabled. There, I have written it. But I cannot easily say this out loud. How can I [...]
A Life-Affirming Stay in Harrogate Hospital
(These are my musings, written in hospital, more diary entry than blogpost) In Antibiotics, I trust It’s 23:51 on Saturday 12 February 2022. I’m back as an in-patient at [...]
Poisoned by antibiotics?
It’s time for another dull health update. Today, my neurologist copied me into a letter which he sent to my GP. In it, he asks what types of antibiotics I [...]
Amor fati: Morvan’s Syndrome
I’m writing, this evening, for the first time, in a long time. Not about party-gate 1, 2 or 3; not about Reckless Boris; not about my booster jab; nor about [...]
Tory Contenders and Covid Deaths
Reflecting on the shameful vote this week by the majority of Tory MPs to support disgraced Tory MP Owen Paterson, and then for the Government’s immediate volte-face, my sense is [...]
Dysautonomia 2: The Sequel
When your daughter theoretically starts to design the colour scheme for my custom-made electric wheelchair (I have not ordered one, for clarity), to enable me to attend her dance performance, [...]
On Wasps, On CBT, On Oxbridge, On Change
As a six-year-old, I had a crush on a classmate. I’ll refer to her as ‘S’. One pleasant summer’s day, our family went on a walk, along a former railway [...]
The Good Thing About Suspected Heart-Attacks
Although my robust heart has seen me through a lifetime of sport, including two marathons, this last six months she has become increasingly unruly. In the week that my umpteenth [...]
