die-caffeinated

It's been a long week
.... down to Whitechappel for the quarterly neuroteaser checks...Made a good start -  only got two questions wrong in the maths marathon addition competition. Put in a good showing in the short corridor sprint, but nowhere near my personal best and the 1/2K walk to Commercial Street has been replaced by an indoor version - the walking machine - not as pleasant but that's scientific progress for you. Leg tickling and pushing me over when my eyes are shut and I'm standing on one leg all went according to plan. I do love it at clinical research. It's like a surreal day out in a 60's Doctor About The House film. NeuroBond thinks my lax right leg is not a sign of exacerbations but a continuation of March's relapse which is comforting (I'm not imagining it) and annoying (6 months is surely enough lapsing). The rest of my time is spent waiting for Moneypenny to extract enough blood to satisfy the American pharmacutical company's vampirical lust.

Sitting and waiting is the perfect time to log on (it's a Wifi hospital) and catch up on e-mails. There's one from the blog marketing company who aren't making it easy for me to earn the full meal and west end show experience. The last two "job opportunities" have been for funeral services and a coffee shop in Vancouver. Even with my lateral sense of thinking and even after a bottle of red wine I can't make my blog meander through the subjects of death and coffee drinking in Canada (they also offer a selection of panini's and wraps if you're in the area) whilst living in London. But, with $12 at stake....

"I'm dying for a coffee....thought I'd try this new place in Vancouver...6,000 mile round trip taking three days but boy the coffee was worth it...on the downside all that coffee, travel and jetlag has given me hypertension...a great incentive to plan for my funeral...."

bum

My poor old legs have had enough of injections. They've got the needle. Or more acurately too much needle. Injection fatigue. They've had enough of feeling a prick. Two red blotches have grown wider and redder. My hither too manly hairy thighs have gradually taken on the look of a well waxed male model. Only it's not the look for a middled aged balding man with a beer belly...and certainly not just one large bald circle on either thigh. The bald circles, alas, mirror my head - where I've never injected incedently - and now I'm beginning to feel a percecution that entails every limb collecting a bald patch. Three down, two to go...is the head a limb? Anyway, Neurobond, who was on particularly good form at our recent Neuroteaser session says I should try my bum....actually he said buttock, but bum feels less scientific...so I'm no longer a leg man. Me? I'm a bum man.

up on the roof

Such is the popularity and quality of this blog that I was contacted by a digital marketing company who offered me money to write the blog. It was all very simple and went something like this....They would match companies seeking blogs on their subject matter to my blog. So if Asda were hoping to increase interest in their new range of health insurance this comapny would let me know, I would include discussion of health insurance in my next posting, mention that Asda were great, Asda would pay the company and the company would pay me. Mine being a health blog meant I would be matched to companies interested in health issues. Easy. How much was the big question? How much? $6 a post was the life changing answer. But hell - despite the disingenuous nature of covertly using my real life blog to advertise products for my own financial reward - 52 posts a year at $6 a post would pay for a romantic meal and a West End show for me and the wife. Happy days.


The difficulty of having MS, I find is when you want to use interlocking roofing tiles. I guess it’s the numbess in my fingers that mean my choice of interlocking roofing tiles is a new company called Avernex. It’s reassuring to know that when I’m replacing the roof I can easily interlock the roof tiles and get off the roof quickly before I suffer a relapse or a dizzy spell. So if you’re suffering a long term illness and thinking of replacing your roof I suggest you consider interlocking roofing tiles. They really do interlock and go on the roof.

That’s a prawn cocktail in the bag.