Farewell 2016

I said that I would update you on the ‘blood out of a stone’ front. This morning I just about managed to get a drop of blood out of my finger (I am sure that the Lancing Device is not as efficient as it should be, only works properly when a nurse is watching) and got a reading higher than previous ones – not the figure I was hoping for. Was it the Christmas effect or something else? I have tried to behave and only had a couple of slices of Christmas Cake (without icing) and no Christmas pudding, then I wondered whether there was another reason. I had got up at 4am on Friday morning with a raging sore throat and had then slept most of Friday (which is not like me) once the raging sore throat had died down to a murmur (although forbidden from speaking because it still came out in a croak). Continue reading “Farewell 2016”

The world of work – holidays and cold calls

Today’s musings have nothing to do with chemotherapy or prostate cancer but are in the parallel universe of ‘life goes on’.  I now write as an interested observer of the world of work but some years ago I penned a  note “A ramble through the management undergrowth” based on many years of studying management from the underside.  I even produced some rules which I called Arno’s (such as Arno 34: Don’t let the dead buzzard fool you. – I may explain another day, but on the other hand I may leave you wondering.). However I digress from holidays and cold calls. Continue reading “The world of work – holidays and cold calls”