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The Unexpected Exorcism of St Bagnes the Bilious: Part 3
Warning: This is the third and final part of a long story. If you want to start at the beginning, you can find Part 1 here. The whole saga also contains some medical stuff that the squeamish might find a bit...icky? A scan...and a bit of a shock! When you're not...
The Unexpected Exorcism of St Bagnes the Bilious: Part 2
Warning: This is part 2 of a lengthy tale. If you want to start at the beginning and haven't already read part 1, you can find it here. All three parts of the story also contain some medical stuff that the squeamish might find a bit...icky? The start of a very long...
The Unexpected Exorcism of St Bagnes the Bilious: Part 1
Warning: This is going to be long tale (even by my standards) so I'm going to break it up into two or three parts. It will also contain some medical stuff that the squeamish might find a bit...icky? If you're ready for all that, make yourself comfortable and dive...
The Insufferable Persistence of St Bagnes the Bilious
Yesterday was a day of toweringly high hopes and immense disappointment. I had an appointment at the hospital for them to check out the workings of my gallbladder and see whether my percutaneous cholecystostomy (a.k.a. gallbladder drain, a.k.a. St Bagnes the Bilious)...
The Trials and Tribulations of St Bagnes the Bilious
I have now been back home for four weeks and am slowly recovering from my run-in with the little lumps of ickyness that my body has decided to keep in its internal pocketses. ("Nasssty little gallbladders! We hates it! We hates it forever!!") For the first couple of...
Well, that was an adventure…
In many ways, I have led a blessed or charmed life. I've never had to be transported in an ambulance, never been hospitalised (apart from once for a scheduled tonsillectomy when I was about six) and have never had any major medical problems that needed urgent or...
I’ve got a problem with me knob…
I have a friend called Colin. Colin is a great bloke. Towards the end of last year, he came to me with a bit of a problem. It turns out he was having bother with his knob. No, hang on, that doesn't sound right. OK, he was having trouble with his rusty ring. No, no,...
A new look and purpose for my blog
Recently I was bemoaning my woeful lack of blogging ... *again*, so Glenda donned her consultant's hat and offered to walk me through her new client questionnaire to work out just why I wanted a blog anyway. The results were quite eye-opening and have given me a bit...
The best laid plans and all that
Things were going so well too. Regular followers of my adventures (or Glenda's) will know that we have spent the last few years ploughing our own creative furrows here in south-west Scotland. As any artist, writer, musician or other self-employed creative types will...
Rage, rage against the dying of the light…
At around this time nine years ago, I was at my parents' house. A couple of hours earlier, I had been with my father when he drew his last breath, lying in a hospital bed that had been installed in his own bedroom as part of an end-of-life care package to allow him to...
Well, so much for that plan…
About a year ago, I quit the whirly hurly-burly of social media. I had had my fill of this toxic 21st century phenomenon and decided that my life would be nicer, calmer, more productive and generally all-round-better without the entrenched arseholery of Twitter, the...
Slow burners
There's a saying in the music business - "Don't bore us, get to the chorus!" This is particularly true in the pop world, where it's all about getting into the body of the song quickly and getting those little melodic hooks and sing-a-long choruses into the listener's...