March 26th, 2008
I can’t now remember how much I have posted about my visit to the nutritionist, but I suspect it was very little what with everything that has been going on (which I have also scarcely been able to post about). Suffice to say that he recommended a stool sample, and recommended, too, a lab in Germany that does it cheaper than over here - I have heard it said that the German’s have a thing about their poo, with these raised inspection bowls of shallow water in the toilet pans to look at their stool before flushing away, maybe this is so and maybe it isn’t, though the Czechs had something similar, suggesting either that it is a Central European custom, or thatthe Czechs don’t go in for making toilets. But anyway, it has gone, went indeed last Monday, though it sat in my car for a while before I could blag the time off work to get myself down town and post it - something I achieved, ever you fear, with a lot of graphic description and prompts to sicken my gaffer into action. More
March 25th, 2008
For the first time I have noticed the sores on my mouth opening up as it happens. I first noticed yesterday the tingling, almost burning sensation in the corners of my mouth that comes with eating fruit and/or acidic juicy foods when these sores (or rather, perhaps, the slightly broken skin) are opening up. Yesterday it was not yet complete, but today it has certainly worsened. Catching it as it occurs allows me, to some degree, to look at what I have been eating and to try and track back anything that has changed that might have led to these sores, which I am told, indicate vitamin B deficiency. More
March 23rd, 2008
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I have just worked out how to work the stats counter on Bluehost’s website and lo and behold, I’ve discovered that people are actually disembarking on this folly, albeit only to look around with a puzzled look on their face and jump right back on board the ship they sailed in on. And all this time I thought nobody was stopping by to say hello. And all I can say is, Yes we have no lyrics, we have no lyrics today. Because when most of you turned up here it seems you weren’t looking to find out about some disturbed Aspergic Attention Deficit Disordered bipolar loon of an aspirant writer and what he had for breakfast and how he was breaking wind and swearing at all and sundry come lunch time as a result, no, you wanted to know the lyrics to a popular WWII bomb shelter singsong. Well this time in fact I shan’t let you down. Here they are, and if you scroll slowly down and sing along then perhaps some small percentage of you may even look beyond the hideous gren and yellow getup and stop for longer than the 30 seconds that seems to be my limit for the time being. More
March 17th, 2008
I helped my personal tutee show his nurse round today. She was gorgeous. I’m terrible and can’t keep my eyes off the women around me. She had a very soft, yet mature face, a caring empathic face and impeccable shoulder length light brown hair which looked natural and was, I think, parted just off centre. Together too, her voice and manner, was gentle and warmly intelligent. M accuses me often of being better able to imagine being with other women than with her, and I must admit that sometimes she is right. Within seconds of being with this woman I felt at ease and as if I could effortlessly take a great deal of pleasure in getting to know her. It’s the kind of feeling, I’m sure, that some subset of people talk about when they talk about love at first sight. Not that I love her, you understand. Not a bit of it. But were something to have developed from such a meeting, and from such a feeling, there would surely be a temptation to look back and experience that feeling as the beginning of an uninterrupted state of being in love. But I wax lyrical. The reveries here have been numerous, I’ll try to recount a few of them: More
March 14th, 2008
There’s been so much I haven’t related about my struggles with food of late. I’ve been coming to resent my blogs more and more, and let’s be honest, the division between yeswehavenobananas and masterkidderminster was always more of an ADD whim than a reasoned division, something that has allowed a lot of the food-related problems I have to run into the broader diaries in Unforgiving Minutes and the like. Quite aside from the blogs, I have come to resent too, more and more, the role that food plays in my life and the amount of energy it takes to try to cook the food I need to stay as well as I can be. When I am not moving forward with my cooking, I resent it, and since I am such a perfectionist and since I am limited in my choice of ingredients and condiments, my cooking abilities often depress me more than they console me (and all cooking should be consoling). The fact, too, that no matter how hard I try, my efforts don’t bring me any closer to [long reveries, confrontations with the boss on the subject of being articulate, or not, being the last of a long series] being healthy, and coping, whilst every single slip counts immediately. [further morning meeting reveries involving berating my colleagues for a lack of willingness]. More
