Hello old friend,
Having just checked I realise that I have not been drawn to 'blog' (who thought that name up, it sounds like something that happens in your pants) since August 3rd.
Given that I use it generally as a crutch to relieve myself of frustration... (ooh er, is it me or have I dropped into some 'Carry On Blogging' double entendre fest).
I digress... essentially.... and to cut to the chase........ (without further recourse to brackets)
The last couple of weeks have been unremarkable, (which is remarkable)
bollocks these brackets are like Tourrettes.
My great Neurologist Doctor Armstrong (I feel slightly reticent about my effusive compliments now, as he may read this, but they are staying in, no apologies) has explained that my blood test confirmed what he told me as I walked into his office the first time we met, I have MG, he has well trained eyes, and was never in doubt.
I also heard that my scan indicated no abnormality of my Thymus gland which is a relief.
My ill informed hopes for a Thymectomy (spell check makes that Historectomy, I'll try it if it helps)
were both ill informed and premature, I am improving so quickly there are moments when I forget that I have anything wrong with me. Like last Saturday night at a wedding reception without Mestinon....
I forgot it as I felt so well and the MG came knocking by way of my nasal slurring speech impediment.
It was like a stroll down memory lane for me and got me feeling all nostalgic for the good old days..... NOT
I think most people assumed I was pissed, which was fine and dandy because I didn't really know them well,
I will just decay in their memory as "that bloke with the funny eyes, you know, the pissed one".
I wasn't by the way... I'll have you know!
Steroids have not, as yet, produced the much anticipated balloon face, so I may have to throw away my North Korean General's Uniform (check Chapter 9 and keep up please).
I took the promised weight gain as a challenge from my GP who, when I last saw him, looked almost annoyed that his prediction had not, as yet come to pass....
"oh you will eventually",
he said..
"oh ok"
I said
(f!ck you")
I thought.
So with my weight at a slender 91.6 kg and my deadline of Sunday for U90 kg all is looking good
for my first post MG contest. If it goes ok then I shall enter the Nationals in September and of course jump up and down like a small child shouting with excitement. With limits on my endurance and outright strength, I shall have to make sure my Judo is good and try and win quickly. Sounds easy enough written like that.
See I managed without brackets there (so far, thinks the dear reader) DOH!
I'm just messing about now, I can give up brackets whenever I choose OK......?
I am just a social bracket user, I think the government should legalise them and tax them using the revenue raised to help problem bracket users get clean and put their lives back together.
I'm ashamed to say that having given up smoking a long time back, my childish reaction to my diagnosis
was to light a cigarette.
"OK I tried healthy", went the perverse and twisted logic "look where that got me".
Lets try the debilitating disease with a life threatening habit combo shall we kids?
I quickly realised that an important shift had happened in my consciousness, whilst chasing fitness I had changed the way I saw myself.
This meant that rather than taking up smoking, I felt I was giving something up, relinquishing something fundamental about the way I saw myself. It has been a huge relief to stop again and begin feeling positive
about myself almost immediately.
They stink...and it stinks, people earn millions from killing their customers.. (that stinks).
I'm taking up brackets.
Love love love and a weeny bit of fightyness please
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