70. Two’s company but that does not always mean it’s a good thing

 

Thunderbird 2It’s my birthday today. Yeaaaah!!

I am fifty-two. It was two years and one day ago that those faithful words were uttered in my direction,

“It’s not good news and you cannot, not do anything about it’

Ripping my little world apart. Ahhhh, bless.

Not one to dwell on it, I shall be spending my big day with a Spiderman Victoria sponge cake, building a model Star Trek Voyager and for dinner a pandemic bag of fish and chips. The Uber delivered fish and chips being a rare and eye wateringly expensive indulgence.

A week ago, I had a Deja Vue moment. I wondered how I managed to find myself back, for the second time, derrière exposed on the surgery bench as I did almost exactly two years ago.

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61. If the stress does not kill you, I know a family that will

keep calm“Crickey!”

Not the best word someone could use when I told them what my blood pressure figures were.

It was a couple of days after I had spent the day wired up to a portable blood pressure machine so that the surgery could get an average blood pressure reading.

It was an interesting experience walking, sitting, eating and sleeping with this thing. It gives a warning bleep and then seconds later would noisily go about its bicep inflating business.Read More »