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Chopped Liver – It’s The End Of The Year As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

December 31, 2010

I look at my stats. What do I see?

275 blog posts published since March.

I think to myself – now that is some achievement. That is a lot of blog posts. I should feel proud.

And then I think to myself – what exactly does each one of these blog posts represent? Well, give or take the odd missed day or two, each one represents one day that I have been waiting for my liver transplant.


(276 – once I hit the “Publish” button on this one).

That’s a lot of days to be waiting. A lot of days to have this hanging over me – and my family. A lot of days of uncertainty over the future – holidays not booked, businesses given up, impending major operations – and, not forgetting, what I fear most, countless needles trying to find veins once I have had my operation.

But I have coped so far. And I will continue to cope. And I should be grateful that, despite this being the end of the year – I do feel fine.

I suppose therein lies the dichotomy – if I didn’t feel fine, then I may well have received the new liver by now – but there are evidently people in greater need for the few livers available, that I am deemed worthy of simply carrying on.

Careful with that liver, Eugene

I would like to end my year of posting by saying a huge Thank You to all of you who have read my blog, continue to read my blog, have commented on it – it is good to know you are out there.

I’d like to wish everyone well – and a big out to those who have received the ultimate gift and are getting used to their new life (@ukcybernaut for example) and to those of you who I have come to know through the world of Twitterland who have had or are waiting – try to be positive.

Happy New Year.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps

Chopped Liver – Learning To Fly

November 27, 2010

B found out from t’internet that the RAF Museum in Hendon was celebrating St. Andrews Day with lots of activities for children – including something about The Flying Scotsman. Apart from its name, quite what a train has to do with the RAF I am not entirely sure – but if you think I was going to pass up on an opportunity to take Weedy 5 mins down the road for an exhibition about trains and planes – you don’t know my Weedy!

So off we went. I asked at reception where the St. Andrews Day activities were taking place. Reception didn’t know there were any. She phoned someone up. They hadn’t heard of anything either and suggested I had the wrong place.

Then the phone rang – and it was the information that, yes indeed, there are some activities to be found in the children’s area.

I guess that much I could have probably worked out myself.

So we made for the children’s area and looked around for a life-size replica of The Flying Scotsman – or maybe even the real thing – or at least some people dressed up as… ah, here’s a (wo)manned information desk.

Excuse me… yada yada… Flying doobree wotsit… yada yada… where?

Oh, it’s on that table. She said this as she pointed to a little table about 3 feet away.

On said table, were some blank sheets of A4 paper. You can make your paper aeroplane with those – but please don’t fly them in the main hall.

So, that was it – we went all that way (5 mins drive… but that’s not the point!) for a piece of blank paper!

We made our aeroplanes. I made one too – well, had to get my money’s worth! And flew them, carefully avoiding the main hall – for fear of damaging any of the fighter jets that had withstood the might of the Luftwaffe 70 years ago!

After about, oh, 16 seconds, we decided to have a look around the museum – at one point we went up some stairs to view inside a cockpit.

Oh look there’s a British Airways thingy – shouts Weedy, as he races down the same flight of stairs. However, in his haste and excitement, he lost his footing half way down and went… flying.

Hey, Bart, enough already!

Crash Bang Wallop. Thankfully not Snap Crackle and Pop!

He was very shocked at the bottom and did what any 6 year old would do. I genuinely think he would have hurt himself a lot more and probably caused a lot more damage were it not for the fact that he is very floppy-limbed – a bit rubbery. He seemed to just bounce down the stairs.

I had to get out my iPhone – let him play with it for a few minutes – till he forgot about it and was able to walk around again.

I hear it also makes phone calls, y’know.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – Another Brick In The Wall

October 30, 2010

Hey, Teacher! Leave Those Kids Alone!

Yesterday I reported that none of my Rock n Roll heroes had died that day, as far as I was aware. However, I am reminded of a somewhat tenuous Rock n Roll passing recently – that of a Mr. Leonard Skinner.

Who he?

Well he was a gym teacher at a school in Florida in the 60’s and one day he took umbrage at the length of the hair of three of the scrawny kids in his watch. Mr. Skinner expelled the upstarts from his class – that’ll learn ’em.

Well it didn’t stop one of them forming a band, with a whole bunch of other long-haired layabouts, who decided to name themselves after their one-time gym teacher – and so was born the immense rock band – Lynyrd Skynyrd.

I went to see them in 1975 or 6 in Glasgow – at The Apollo – and boy were they good, and boy were they loud. They were the loudest band I had seen to date – My ears still wish Swans in London in the early 90’s had not taken that record – I have never seen so many people moving as far as they could towards the back of the auditorium – but it didn’t help – Swans was an aural onslaught of uncomfortable proportions.

But back to the Skyns – I’ll never forget Ronnie van Zandt’s orchestral manouevres with his arms conducting every single note – he was a great showman. It is a sad tale that shortly afterwards, half the band were wiped out in a plane crash.

Fry ys y frybyrd

I am not really big on guitar solos. But if you need to have one, then Freebird’s is one of the all time classics. That and Neil Young’s in Like A Hurricane. There’s a thing – Desert Island Guitar Solos – What’s your favourite?

Oh, and if you’re reading this on Saturday, then do check out the Indy on Sunday tomorrow – you might be in for a big surprise. And if you’re reading this on Sunday – all Hallow’s Eve – then the scary pic should surface today.

Now there… are 3…. steps to… carry a donor card – ooh, wap wap!
Just follow steps 1, 2 and 3.

Chopped Liver – Run Like Hell

March 9, 2010

This was supposed to be one if the easier days – HA! -they do like a little joke – they take playing Doctors and Nurses to a new level.

So let’s remind ourselves what my timetable – hmm kidney blood test at 10:45 and a chat with the dietician at 14:00.

And that is that.

Now here’s what really happened. Kidney stuff as planned with an amazingly friendly nurse then back up to the ward to be sent off to get a chest xray, back up to the ward for a meeting with the consultant who says that in addition to the endoscopy tomorrow they will do a colonoscopy so I need to, how you say, clear my system by taking this strong laxative drink from now till then – and nil solid by mouth.

On top of all this I had to provide the blood gas test prior to my meeting with the anaesthetist. Now this is the test that I alluded to in a previous post which is so painful that I had formulated a plan for.

Time to put the plan into operation then.

It involves getting them to numb the area so I don’t feel a thing. Ingenious.

My plan failed.

So did their first attempt at extracting the blood. I can’t tell you how painful it is – so I won’t.

Time now to meet the anaesthetist. Nice man. Very nice man. Explained everything.

And the dietician. Nice woman. Very nice woman. Said my diet is good.

The thing about all these people – they all say my results are good, my diet is good, my xrays are good, my scans etc etc – I’m the perfect example of a perfect human being.

Except I’m not.

You see the fact that all these results are good means I am in great shape to undergo the liver transplant. Leave it a little longer and the blood clot in my portal vein could travel … To a place whether they would not be able to do the transplant at all. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where we are today – a healthy man – healthy enough to have a liver transplant.

And with that – I need to run to the toilet.


One other thing to add is that… Hang on a mo – gotta run…