If You're Happy & You Know It It's Your Meds!

So I'm coming into one of those periods when I don't have a medical appointment. In the past week or so I've had a blood test, an ECG and two mental health assessments.

If you included the paracetamol and ibuprofen I take for the pain (I'm off the codene now for obvious reasons) I'm now on twelve different forms of medication, thirteen if you include the freeze gel I get to help with the pain. That stuff may be cheap but it works wonders.

Sorry Dad, We've Let You Down

Today is Father’s Day, the day when we pay tribute to the men who raised us, biological or otherwise, and because Father’s Day is so close to the anniversary of my own Father’s passing I’ve been thinking about the old man quite a lot over the past few days. Which is why I’m posting this here now.

Dad, I’m sorry.

Mum and Dad had ten kids, spread out over twenty years, with me being the youngest. At this moment in time there are seven of us still around. I had a sister who died when she was still an infant, a brother who I never really knew who died in his forties and another brother who died in his fifties.

By the time Dad passed away he’d been a widower for nearly eight years, and his dying wish was that his family should stay together, should stay connected with each other, and should be there to support each other through good times and bad.
Well, we certainly fucked that one up, didn’t we?

When Jake "The Snake" Thought It Was All Over

Here's a little story for you from my time in the wrestling business.

Back in the day WWE legend Jake "The Snake" Roberts was trying to score....I mean revive his career over here in the UK, and a certain family-run company was handling some of his bookings. One day in their plush offices (or rather in a tatty-looking shop on Unthank Road in Norwich) we were trying to come up with ideas on how to get some publicity for the great man.

Yours truly came up with this idea, and low and behold it wasn't long before David Gower and Jonathan Ross were groping around him in a way that wrestling's Speaking Out movement would have been horrified by twenty years later.

As is the way of things if you were to ask the powers-that-be about this they'd take all the credit themselves. But hey, that's been the way of things since I left them back in 2005.

Enjoy this little video.

 

Boy Is My Diary Filling Up!

I'm in one of those periods again where I have medical appointments.

Thursday off to see the GP to discuss the letter I had from the surgeon following my consultation at the big hospital in April, six weeks after that appointment.

Then I'm back down there next Monday to see the mental health nurse after I was diagnosed with depression.

Then (hopefully) nothing until July when I'm back at the big hospital to see the cardiologist.

I hate those fucking places. I'm the kind of person who needs a reason to get out of bed in the morning. I just wish that it wasn't for tons of medical appointments.

Where's My Cake?

So I have a question. Where’s my cake?

Let me elaborate.

When someone leaves their place of work there is often a little gathering, normally to thank them for all of their hard work. A card, signed by many co-workers, is handed to them, and cake is often eaten before the person leaves the building for pastures new.

This never happened to me.