Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Farewell Moonpig

We weren't really a pets family when I was younger.

My mum didn't like dogs (especially) or cats, the two animals that most youngsters want.

We did have goldfish, and you can guess how long they lasted. Ditto the tortoises that my sister and I had. Suffice to say that even a Blue Peter sanctioned hibernation box was not enough to stave off a Scottish winter 

Our youngest loves animals and always wanted some of his own, so a few years ago we got him a couple of guinea pigs. I have to say that those two furry potatoes - Twix and Moonpig - probably got us through the various lockdowns. When there wasn't really much to smile about, their uncomprehending little faces and endless demands for food brought a lot of delight to our family. I guess you had to be there.

We had been told that Moonpig probably had kidney issues and a couple of days ago I found her curled up in a footmuff and unresponsive to offers of her favourite nibbles. I thought she was dead but she was  obviously only stunned 🙂

It wasn't good though as a trip to the vet confirmed. He recommended putting her to sleep which we agreed to.

My son was really upset, but so was I. Partly at his distress, but also at the little animal going. They're so innocent looking. It's heartbreaking.

Anyway, I have dug a plot in the veg patch and we'll commit her there later when son gets home from school.

All very sad but I think she had a good life. I just hope the other one hangs on for a bit 

Monday, October 09, 2023

Crocked again

I'm starting to feel like an old banger at the end of its useful life.

The latest impairment is back trouble that seems to have arrived from nowhere. Well, perhaps not nowhere, but from some fairly mild cycling. I've had a couple of instances of lower back pain after rides. However, the latest came after driving.

We'd been up the coast for a pleasant Sunday in Thorpeness and Aldeburgh - a drive of just over an hour. I was fine on the way up but when we got home I could barely walk from the car - my lower back feels like it's been belted with a hammer.

I'm hoping a few days of taking it easy (all I seem capable of these days) will help, but it's pretty dispiriting when getting up from a chair needs forward planning.

Hope this passes soon.

Tuesday, September 19, 2023

On Brand

It has been a grimly fascinating few days following the stories about Russell Brand, which prompted this brain dump.

Supposedly, his behaviour was an open secret but it was news to me. With Savile, I can't remember when I didn't know of various horrible rumours about him. But that was all they were. I didn't really know what, if anything, he had been up to.

Nor did I know about the cheeky radio phone conversation between the two, who are now bonded forever in the public's mind. It does seem rather apt as they now represent a queasy attitude towards women that was prevalent in Sir Jim's Sixties and Seventies heyday, and came roaring back revamped in the Nineties and Noughties.

Maybe we can blame it all on the Loaded era but a lot of us were complicit. I remember buying the first issue of that mag - the Liz Hurley cover. It felt like a breath of fresh air at the time - witty, irreverent, immature, and sexy... or should that be sexist? No-one was quite sure even then. Things got a lot clearer with the pornification of magazines for morons like Nuts and Zoo - single entendres all round.

But the Nineties did feel a bit more relaxed than the previous decade. After the long slog of the Eighties, things did look like they could only get better. The economy was on the up, the Tories were on their way out, the music was fun, and everyone (of my age) wanted to party.

Meanwhile, the new Ladette culture was touted as letting women be more open about their sexuality. Inevitably that ended up benefitting men more than women. 

There is some great observation of this and the Britpop scene in Miki Berenyi's book Fingers Crossed. She writes about a fair bit of shitty behaviour by men at the time, and it's apparent that the breath of fresh air went stale fairly quickly.

The likes of Brand arrived and thrived in that confused not quite post-Lad culture where bad behaviour was still seen as colourful rather than a pain in the arse. 

It's ironic given his ranty takes on the evils of MSM and the establishment, they are what made his career. The Sun made him its regular Shagger of the Year. Saggy old Jonathan Ross clung to this damaged individual for relevance on his awful Radio 2 show. His big break was mouthing off on a glorified gameshow. His battalions of keyboard cranks would have not a clue who he was without the mainstream stamp of approval that he now disavows.

Brand's own heyday now looks terribly dated and his attempt at reinvention seems both calculated and desperate - like a creepy Hoxton David Icke.

Whatever he did - at the very least he has a creepy (that word again) attitude to women - he was enabled and celebrated by the prevailing culture at the time, which saw his Seventies throwback act as the new entertainment. A bit of a laugh.

That culture has shifted now and while the playing field is still not level, there is a recognition that certain behaviours don't pass the sniff test. 

The BBC and Channel 4 are currently scouring him from their archives. Coming a day after the Metropolitan Police announced it had received a report of an assault by Brand, and on the day when it says it has 1,000 officers suspended or on restricted duties, it looks like it won't be so easy to erase the mark of sexism in our society.

Friday, June 02, 2023

Don't catastrophise

I bumped into my neighbour yesterday. We've become sort of brothers in sufferance, swapping details of our latest ailments. This seems increasingly common at my age. Conversations with some male friends are like a Muppets Waldorf and Statler sketch.

Our latest meeting revealed he definitely has the more exotic conditions (Ectopic Beats? Loved their first album) which he bears very philosophically and with evident humour. As a patient he's my role model - I definitely need to be more like that guy.

A recent phone conversation with my cardiologist sort of reset my expectations. I had me usual 'something's not right' spiel which he gently worked through and left me feeling like this is how it is now. Not in an uncaring way but I guess he sees a lot of people in a worse condition than me so when I relate my tale of woe it just doesn't sound that woeful.

I still feel things going on that make me slightly nervous but I'm trying to be better at handling that - recognising what might be a biggie and dealing with those things that can be dealt with.

You have to work out some of this yourself. What makes you feel bad? What alleviates it? What to avoid? What to cut down on?

Some of this is personal JuJu I'm sure but if it works...

Anyway, that's where I am this week. Next, who knows?


Thursday, May 11, 2023

Stronger, but slower

After my recent incident I'm happy to say that the past couple of months have been more 'normal'. 

Despite the setback, when I consider how I felt last summer I count myself lucky. I was getting weaker and weaker, more depressed, and without much spark. That's hopefully behind me now although it has been quite a slow process.

The next stage is getting back on the bike and it's what I've been looking forward to. My expectations have been higher than my abilities at the moment. Foolishly I thought I'd get on the bike and be not far off where I was prior to stopping riding. Oh no!

My legs are like lead especially when I hit a slope. I've got no top end at the minute. Hopefully I'll get a bit faster but at the minute it's a bit of a grind. Quite depressing when I compare my Stravas with last year, or with those of cycling friends. But if the choice is between being slower and still doing something I love then it's no choice.

But I'd like to get faster....

Thursday, March 23, 2023

Not again

I was due to have a meeting with my cardiologist on Tuesday. This seemed superfluous as I was feeling great. I'd just finished my cardio rehab with a flourish - running and pushing it the hardest I'd done until then. Everything was good.

The day beforehand I started getting some chest pain. It didn't worry me unduly as I often get some mild irritation. However, it persisted after I went to bed and started getting worse. The pain became so worrying that I felt I had to call for an ambulance. It was the first time I'd done this since my first chest incident more than a year ago.

An ambulance came and took me to hospital for a check up - ECG, blood tests, chest x-ray. They're very thorough, and also very busy. I was there for nearly 12 hours.

The good news is that they didn't find anything. The worrying thing is that something happened and nobody seems to know what it might be.

One guess is that it could be the stents settling in but that's all it seems to be - a guess. It could possibly just be anxiety as there doesn't seem to be underlying weakness in my heart. The tests were all great.

Today I'm back home and it feels like nothing has happened, like it was a dream. I feel fine.

Hopefully it was just a blip brought on by something - feeling a bit under par, alcohol (not v much your honour but could it be a factor), something I ate or when I ate (I'm clutching here), the ever present anxiety? Who knows?

I had been all set to restart cycling this weekend. Maybe I still will do but there's now a slight hesitation. Should I just push through it? 

One other observation, and this can't be said enough. The care at my hospital was exemplary. Yes, I had to wait a while but they were exceptionally busy - they'd already diverted to another hospital that evening so I was lucky to get in. 

Despite this the people who dealt with me - paramedics, nurses, junior doctors, x-ray staff - were upbeat, patient and professional. I counted about a dozen people who crossed my path and no one dropped the ball. They are under huge pressure but stay on top of their game. 

Could it be better? Of course, but we should never take it for granted how good the service is.

Saturday, March 11, 2023

One step forward

I'm nearing the end of my gym rehab period. This week was the fifth of six.

It hasn't been too taxing for me. I have reasonable underlying fitness and am relatively young compared to some in the class.

The sessions focus on cardio exercise - bike, treadmill, cross trainer - with some standing exercises and resistance work with weights and bands.

Perhaps I pushed it a bit harder this week but it left me slightly sore in the chest, which has upped my anxiety again. I feel like I've over exerted something despite not working at anything near what I would once have considered full gas.

The physio is keen for me to exercise outside of the class, as am I, but this has left me concerned about where I am. I mentioned intermittent chest soreness to the cardiac nurse but she seemed unconcerned as I've had three stents and seemed to think this was normal.

I've got a meeting with the cardiologist in a couple of weeks after being referred by my doctor the last time I saw him over this. I had been thinking that I'd be wasting his time but now, hooray, I have a genuine issue.

I'm being facetious, but I do swing from being wildly optimistic about my physical capabilities, to being convinced I can do very little.

The truth, as ever, is probably in the middle somewhere, but I don't know how close I am to finding out where, or what it means for me.