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Chopped Liver – No Alarms and No Biopsies

February 20, 2011

the power of positive thinking – thank you all.

I had a unit of blood drained away today as I had too much – risk of clotting – I had a chest X-ray today to check for fluid and stuff – that went fine.

And I’ve had @drobeirne come round to assess my results and how my rejection was taking shape – and the fact is – today has seen a marked improvement.

Through fine tweaking of the meds they have enabled my body to settle down along the process of living together in some sort of harmony.

This is good news.

Still a few things to overcome like getting my weight down and stable – but in the grand scheme of things – the best day yet.

So there is no desire to upset this state of play with a biopsy.

If I told you how exactly they perform biopsies here you will be pleased for me on that score – not painful – just pretty darn weird.

Now I wanna be able to walk properly – that’s the next step (!).

Dum di dum

Hey – hope your carrying your card?

Chopped Liver – Seven Days

February 15, 2011

I’ll be brief.

It’s been a week now since I got the call and was on my to the ‘ossy. That means I’ve had my new liver for seven days. That’s more Bob’s Seven Days than Dexy’s Seven Days Too Long.

It’s been interestering so far – many things I’ve seen and felt and heard (and eaten) – but so much for the other patients for now.
I have had much to be optimistic about – progress apart from one traumatic episode and a new organ rejection issue to deal with.

I am in good hands.

Very tired after many mental and physical challenges these last few days – but looking forward to another new day tomorrow.

No time tonight to thank you all for you precious messages by phone, email, text, tweets and statuses except a special mention to my most precious of all visitors who to see me today – my wee boy – wee D – he was a tonic.

Love you wee boy xx

My wife and bro’ also came – they are the only visitors I have requested thus far.

Good night from me.

Chopped Liver – That’s Hip…Hip…Hip…Hip…Hip Priest

February 8, 2011

The rest of this post will be as confusing as the title, don’t worry. I could’ve written about me waking up in the early hours of this morning and planning how I am going to react when I get the Liver Call – and whether I should write a blog post about it now rather than leave it to reflect my actual live mood of the time. I think the latter is better.

But I did mention a couple of days back that I had a Silence of the Lambs story. So, here it is. It’s not really my kind of film – not really into gore and horror – unless it’s happening to me!

But I did find myself watching that film on the telly box one day many moons ago. And it builds up to a climax, doesn’t it? In fact I would call it a crescendo. The final scene has a lot of fast camera work and loud sound effects going on. Well, my attention was drawn to one of the sounds in the mix – deep down in the mix – I thought I could hear the unmistakeable Manc twang of Mark E. Smith belting out one of The Fall’s “classics” – Hip Priest.

But of course it couldn’t be. This is a Hollywood blockbuster. Why would they be having an obscure Fall song in this film, especially so far down in the mix.

But it meant I had to wait for the credits to roll – and what do I see? The Fall. Hip Priest. Performed by The Fall. Available at few record stores, and some pretty obscure ones at that.

So, there you have it. It is possible, tho’ unlikely, that someone reading this will be interested in this fact. Most will wish I’d written about my moods and plans of 6 a.m. this morning. Perhaps @drobeirne will be interested. Who he? Ah, now that is another story!

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Chopped Liver – We Are The Champions

February 7, 2011

For those of you who had the misfortune to read the previous post – entitled The Loving Cup, I have to report that modesty forbids me to reveal who won the Super Cuparoonie this year.

And what a great feeling it is.

Championees! Championees! Oh Way oh way oi veh!

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Chopped Liver – Rockin’ Robin

January 22, 2011

Admission time.

The first record I ever bought – well, to be honest I got two at the same time – but one of them is, in my opinion, pretty cool – the other decidedly not.

The cool one – Metal Guru by T.Rex.

The uncool one – Rockin’ Robin by Michael Jackson – back in the days when he was… well, he was black.

And the lyrics went something along the lines of “Tweedily tweedily tweet Tweedily Tweedily Tweet Tweedily tweedily tweet Tweedily Tweedily Tweet Tweedily tweedily tweet Tweedily Tweedily Tweet – Tweet Tweet, Tweet Tweet.

Which is my round-a-bout way of talking about Twitter today. Y’see I decided to perform a scientific experiment based on the power and effectiveness of Twitter over Facebook.

Under stringent laboratory conditions I played out my serious dilemma that needed an urgent and considered response. I tweeted the issue and pleaded for a response. I concurrently posted? Statused? I don’t know what they call it in Facebook. Y’see I am a Twitterer. Not a Facebooker. I Follow and am Followed. I don’t update my status or pee on my Wall or whatever it is F-worders do.

In fact I have a tag-line on Twitter that says “Facebook is where you lie to people you know. Twitter is where you’re honest to strangers.”

So, what exactly happened with my experiment? Well, within an hour – there were 21 comments on Facebook creating a thread of opinion and good humour – one of which was a comment from one friend called Hayley.

I said to B, “Did you see Hayley’s comment?” At which point, B jumped up from her seat and ran to the window pronouncing “What??? Hayley’s Comet? Where?”.

One of her better moments.

or is it tweeter on Facebook?


And what of Twitter?

Zilch.

Not a peep.

Not a tweet.

So, my scientifically controlled experiment has deduced that Quality is, indeed, still better than Quantity. Having hundreds of Twitter followers does not mean that I have hundreds of friends.

Or, maybe they are just a tad more discerning? Discuss.

By the way, I even lost a follower since my tweet.

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Chopped Liver – Itchy-coo Park

January 20, 2011

Here’s a novelty.

A health report on my liver transplant blog.

I itch.

There.

That concludes the health report.

It is a known side-effect of liver conditions. But it’s bloody annoying.

Arms, legs, back and stomache are the worst areas, since you ask,

Y’know I have always been mightily impressed, even with all my frailties, at the complexities of the end product that is the human body. Whatever your physical, metaphysical, spiritual or otherwise belief as to how we came to be – the human being is a pretty impressive piece of work.

Even more amazing than the iPhone.

But, if I may be so bold – and I appreciate it is far easier to criticise minor imperfections than it is to create ingenious masterpieces – but I am going to have my say.

Why oh why have an area of the body that you simply cannot reach. Now, I am not supple. Some peeps perhaps can reach all parts of their back. But I can’t.

And so, I ask, why, if I cannot reach parts of my back – should it be one of the areas that itches?

see what your missing? woof woof

Ah, I hear you cry – that’s why they invented back-scratchers. Well, no honey, I cannot carry around a back-scratcher everywhere I go.

Ah, I hear you cry – that’s why people get married – get your wife to do it. Eh, well, no honey, I cannot carry my wife around everywhere I go.

Anyway, I am sure she has a headache for that kind of thing.

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Chopped Liver – We Don’t Need This Fascist Groove Thang

January 18, 2011

Sunday.

September ’77.

First Night as a student at halls of residence.

Last Night of the Electric Circus, Manchester.

No Contest.

For the record the Electric Circus was as much a circus as Monty Python’s Flying one – i.e. not at all.

It seemed strange for me to be gate-crashing some town’s farewell party, but I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

On the bill, amongst others (I could easily go online and produce the line up verbatim, but I prefer to do this from memory – sometimes its more accurate!) were Buzzcocks headlining, Magazine’s first ever live performance – they did 3 songs including the classic Shot By Both Sides, and a cover of Beefheart’s I Love You, Big Dummy.

I was learning. Every minute that went by I was adding to my education. Throughout the evening, the DJ kept playing Holiday In The Sun – the new single by the Pistols – this added to the Electric atmosphere of the Electric Circus. Other bands that may or may not have been on the bill included The Fall, who were shortly to become my favourite band then, as now (as they supported Magazine’s first proper gig at Rafters a few week’s later) and a band called Warsaw.

Warsaw were soon to rename themselves – as Joy Division – and become arguably the most influential band of that period and to this day.

Liver Will Tear Us Apart

Following the suicide of lead singer, Ian Curtis, within a year or so, the band carried on and renamed themselves again – as New Order and achieve worldwide success.

Warsaw. Joy Division. New Order.

What’s it all about? What’s with the names? Why have they been able to stroll through the left-wing music press unhindered and unchallenged over this apparent obsession with the Nazi regime?

It’s always troubled me. I find it hard to listen to their music as a result. They can excuse themselves by saying it’s all down to art, or subversion, or whatever – it doesn’t wash – not with me.

Once may (I say “may”), twice – NO, that’s too many. But thrice? It’s an obsession.

And I, for one, think they should have been called to answer.

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