A Good Class of Horse!
I’ve mentioned Vague Shot a couple of times in the last week or so, as an exmple to us all on how to cope with the current weather.
He’s actually a pure English thoroughbred, with no trace of suspect American blood. I say suspect, as because they run on drugs over there you don’t know how good they actually are!
He’s also the best and most comfortable horse I’ve ever ridden. He was no flighty horse who’d spook at a heavy lorry, but one who’d pick his way past, whilst giving the driver a stare, that said. if you touch me, your cab will be full of horse-shoe-sized holes. But no-one ever touched him.
But then he’s in that class of horse that old Suffolk horsemen say would have been good enough to fight German tanks with grenades, if they’d ever invaded in the Second World War. The Poles did it, by attacking the tank from several different directions at once. The theory was that one would get through and get a grenade on the tracks or even inside. I’ve heard from several Suffolk sources, that some were prepared to do that. They would have been a lot braver than me. But then you hear all sorts of tales, including one about burning all copies of the Geneva Convention and not abiding with its provisions. Suffolk has a lot of strong trees!
True Suffolk people may well have Iceni DNA in their genes and we all know what Boadica did to invaders.
Is Coeliac Disease Hindering My Recovery from the Stroke?
Over the last few days, I have been getting out to London and Cambridge and today I will try to get to Ipswich. It all depends whether the taxis are running to get me into Haverhill to catch the bus to get me there for the 10:15 coach to the home match against Swansea.
I saw the stroke doctor at Addenbrooke’s yesterday and he suggested that I stop taking the Amitriptyline, as the Keppra was obviously doing its good work. But by nine o’clock last night, I was having a lot of discomfort in my face and in a tooth, so before I went to bed, I decided to take the 20 mg. I should also say that yesterday evening, I was choking slightly on some sort of muck that was getting to the back of my throat. I also had a nose bleed, for a few minutes before I retired. But it was just one of the usual ones that have plagued me all my life, from where I had a wart removed from my nose. But I do worry because of the Warfarin I’m on! But in the end, I slept very well and had about eight and a half hours of good sleep. I was only woken by the lady who organises the Ipswich coaches just after seven calling me on the phone.
My ENT doctor on Monday had given me an all-clear on my sinuses and he had advised me to keep going.
But I can’t get it out of my mind, that something due to the coeliac disease is not helping me recovery as quickly as I should.
But then I’m an engineer and a scientist and all my life I’ve been solving problems. This is probably the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced in my life and I’m determined to beat it. I owe it to my late wife and son to win.
Or it could just be the cold? The basset has decided that she’ll sleep the weather out in the warmest place she can find, only waking for her lunch.
As I write this piece, I’m being watching by the stallion, who has his head over the fence guarding the gate. As I said in an earlier post he’s twenty eight on January the first which is a very good age for a horse. He’ll probably outlive us all!
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