My three legged stool

A three legged stool is more stable than any other. But mine has been out of kilter for a while. It’s not a real stool of course, just a hypothetical one with the legs being three of the numbers that try to rule my life – PSA, platelet counts and blood glucose. A year and a bit ago my PSA leg was too long, six months ago my platelet count leg was almost non-existent while the third blood glucose leg was knocked senseless by chemotherapy and then beaten up by the prednisolone that was trying to get my second leg right! Continue reading “My three legged stool”

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Madness down under

A friend wrote that she was “feeling annoyed” on one of those social network thingys. Not an emotion I normally see from her (from others, yes, but her, no). So I read on.

I knew that there were controversial plans for a coalmine in Queensland which would mean huge coal barges crossing the Great Barrier Reef. As Dr. Charlie Veron, former chief scientist, Australian Institute for Marine Science stated: “I think there is no single action that could be as harmful to the Great Barrier Reef as the Carmichael coal mine.” Continue reading “Madness down under”

Flushes, Antigens and Platelets

Every so often I feel like I am breaking out in a hot sweat even though there is no actual sweat or perspiration. I notice it mainly on my face and I don’t think anyone else notices it is happening unless I start fanning myself or open the doors and windows.  It can happen several times a day and usually lasts just a few minutes. Continue reading “Flushes, Antigens and Platelets”

To write, or to learn to write?

I was interested to read that a fellow blogger has just signed up for writer’s conference. I have occasionally thought that if there was a local writers or photography group would I join it? After all I have been doing it for so long there can be little scope for improvement! Indeed, as an Addison, I am happy to acknowledge Samuel Johnson’s statement “Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison.” Continue reading “To write, or to learn to write?”