Scans, Cars, My Man Boob and whatever else comes along.

I start typing these little epistles with a clear idea of what I intend to put in and before I know it off I go at a complete tangent. The blog posts end up like one of Billy Connolly's stories, you know when he goes off on different subjects before eventually getting back to the point. So now the title gets added at the end when I peruse the thing and see what ended up in here. Today was my MRI scan so about 10 minutes before I was going to leave, a knock on the door. It was the heating engineer to see what the fault is on my boiler. It stopped working yesterday, which would actually have been the day before, because it's gone 3 am now. Did that make sense? Well I know what I mean and as my dad used to say when I was in (frequent) trouble "What I say and what I mean are two different things, and you should know the difference" I never did so that explains the frequent. The upshot of it all is no boiler until parts are replaced. It's a bit awkward boiling a kettle for shaving but that's about the only hassle. Anyway, to the point. I dozed off in the tube while they were doing the scan. Unbelievable with the noise but I managed it. I suppose it's not too unusual for me really, I fell asleep the day after my op when the urology nurse was doing my chemo wash and she had to keep waking me up to get me to turn over each time. Anyway one arseless dress later I was on the way back home and I nearly ended up buying a car, my eye was caught by a very nice looking Jag on a forecourt just around the corner from home, but common sense prevailed. I did go and have a good wander around it but it had a few too many signs of having had a stressful life, but it has got me thinking it's about time for a change of motor. As much as I love my Cosworth it's now getting a little long in the tooth and maybe the head should rule the heart on this one. I'll have to go out like Red Rum now, wearing blinkers to stop forecourt watching. But guess where I have been browsing tonight on the interwebnetty thing...... ebay, looking at cars. Tomorrow I'm off to a birthday party, no jelly and cakes though. It's at the local bowling alley. One of my favourite little ladies, Jadie, was 9 last week. No bowling for me because of my CTS, I'm just falling apart in bits with all the stuff wrong with me. The CTS has been something I put up with so no matter on that one. It's my left wrist and the operation is only a morning and go home, but it does mean a couple of months with no driving. Which of course means no work so it won't get done. I've also got about a week in to the meds for my expanding boob and the side effects include nausea, dizziness, headaches. That sounds like the morning after a late session on the amber nectar but without the enjoyment. I must be lucky because no headache or dizziness. The nausea has kicked in and I'm hoping it will be a few days until my system gets into the stride of it all. What have I got to be concerned about - nothing when I read fellow members blogs about chemo and the horrible effects. I was lucky mine was via a catheter and didn't get any of that. Anyway I've not long got in from work, done a couple of jobs to keep the wolf from the door. So it's off to sleep the sleep of the unjust now and think about shampooing some carpet tomorrow before I go partying. (I did only say think btw) Before I pop off though, I diagnosed myself with the CTS. I was in the doctor's waiting room to have a medical for something work related and sat reading an old copy copy of the Readers Digest. They used to do a series of medical articles called I am John's heart, or lungs or whatever, outlining various ailments and diseases. By chance the one I was reading was about Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. I took the magazine in with me to see the doctor and told him I had the same symptoms and problems. He sent me for all the tests and turned out I did have that. So I had my right wrist done a long time back and it didn't sort it out anyway. I decided that if that was the worst thing wrong with me I was way ahead of the game, some of the lads I went to school with had already departed life when only in their 30's or early 40's.