Oven Gloves for the Microwave
A friend brought these back from Hawaii.
They do actually help, and as there are two and they are small, they could fit anywhere on my work surface to move things that are either hot or in my case cold. Cold things like a pie from the freezer are just as painful.
Here’s one on my left hand.
Hopefully, they will help me use my left hand better, as often I use the right, as that works well with any normal temperature.
The fingers work as you can see, but the temperature sensors aren’t that reliable. Luckily, I haven’t burned the hand yet!
Botched Plastic Surgery Made Business Fail!
According to this story on the BBC, botched plastic surgery made a woman’s business fail! She even got £6 million damages for it.
Lucky her!
I can’t help feeling that she was more than a little lucky here, as it is in my view not the most sensible of things to have vanity plastic surgery. Why would anybody chose to go through pain for no proper reason? On the other hand read any tabloid and there are loads of stories where people have suffered pain in the name of pleasure!
I have pain from my stroke and to inflict it for a vanity reason just seems so bizarre.
As the courts have said that the plastic surgeon made a mistake, which he admitted, it seems that there were a both parties weren’t as sensible and thoughtful as they might have been! In all things to do with doctors, you should choose them with care!
One of the reasons, I would never have vanity plastic surgery is that there are so many court cases when it goes wrong. There has even been more than a few deaths, although thankfully most of the latter have been abroad or caused by plastic surgery performed in less-than-safe surroundings or countries.
So yet again, it is rich seam for the lawyers, to trouser a decent wage.
One of C’s legal colleagues once asked me if C had had her bust enhanced, as he thought it looked different. He was very surprised when I said it was exercise and a bra that fitted well. She never let him forget it!
A Year On
It is now over a year since I had the stroke in Hong Kong and as you know I’ve now moved to London, just round the corner from where my grandmother was born in the Balls Pond Road. In fact, I drink in the pub, where my great-grandfather might have wetted her head.
So how am I feeling?
Bodily, I have few issues.
My nails used to be firm and hard, but now they are soft and brittle. My toenails are actually worse than my fingers. My nails were always soft before I went gluten-free and I used to bite them badly and my skin too. I’m not biting them now at all.
Q 1. Could it be that as my body is repairing itself from the stroke, it’s using up what I need for healthy nails?
I have an almost cramp-like pain in my left lower leg, which is very like the pain I got, when I trod on a razor shell on the beach in Norfolk in the summer of 2009. It tends to get worse at night.
My left humerus is also painful a lot of the time at the same place where it was broken by a bully at school. I think as the nerves for my arm and hand pass close to the bone, it affects them at times.
I did have pain at the end of my spine, but now that has virtually gone unless I sit on the wrong sort of chair. This again was an old injury, which was very much aggravated by the hospital bed in Hong Kong. I should say that I always sleep face down because of the end of my spine, which curls outwards and I get less cramp in my lower leg, which I’ve always had since a child. I can still feel the cold lino, which I used to put my foot on to cure it.
It’s almost as if my old physical problems have come back!
Q. 2 Does your brain develop new pathways to get round the pain from injuries?
Q.3 When you have a stroke are these pathways knocked out? So if so, it would seem you need to develop them again. One psychologist at Cambridge, who worked with stroke patients thought this could be the case.
Facially, I haven’t too much pain, but my scalp and left hand side are rather tender. My skin actually feels like it did at times before I went on a gluten-free diet before I was diagnosed as a coeliac. One of my main symptoms of coeliac disease was chronic dandruff. It went immediately, I changed to a totally gluten-free diet.
In fact, at some times, I feel like I’ve been glutened. Not seriously, but my motions are rather loose nearly all the time. Full tests at Addenbrooke’s have shown that there is nothing serious there, although I haven’t had another endoscopy to see what my gut is like.
Q.4 Is this connected with any of the drugs I’m taking?
On advice from my previous GP, I do take calcium tablets with added vitamin D, as it was slightly low. But a Dexascan showed everything was fine.
I have just re-read a post on this blog, which was a pain diary, describing how I was trying to control the terrible pain I was having last summer, with codeine and paracetamol. It wasn’t that successful and a few days later or so, I collapsed and ended up in Addenbrooke’s. Nothing was done and I just struggled on. And then a few weeks later, I ended up having a fit like symptom, when I was putting on my coat. I can remember feeling a bolt of pain in my humerus and then I went into oscillation. It’s funny, but I may remember something similar happening, just after I broke the bone, as I walked home from school. Addenbrooke’s put me on Keppra to stop it happening again. It hasn’t.
Q.5 Should I keep taking the Keppra?
I incidentally take it with vitamin B6 to avoid any side effects, but also as I’ve been advised by a Dutch doctor to take B6 anyway, as he feels that coeliacs should take it to reduce the risk of strokes.
Because of the pain and because it felt like someone was pouring awful muck down my throat, I went to see an ENT specialist to see if my sinuses were bad.
He found everything clear, but thought that I was suffering from a serious pollen allergy. Now as a child, I was very sickly and was always off school. In my first year at Grammar School I virtually missed all the second term. Gradually it got better and it really improved when first we went to live on the 11th floor in the Barbican and later when I started flying aircraft for pleasure.
I’ve also had some bad winters and springs before, but not as bad as this one, when for much of the time, I just couldn’t breathe. Although in the last twenty years or so, I’ve lived on top of a hill with a strong westerly wind and my late wife and I could afford to take holidays in the sun in January. Funnily, my cardiologist,said that everybody should take two weeks in the sun every winter. I did try to do this in April by going to Greece and backpacking around the islands, but was irritated by everyone smoking all the time.
I know from travelling around the UK in the last year, that when I get out of the pollen I feel better. For instance, I went to Barnsley in March on a breezy day to see the football and felt a lot better that day. On the other hand, I walked past a tree-shredding machine at Euston a couple of weeks ago and it set me off coughing for half-an-hour.
Q.6 So why should all of this reaction to allergens get so much worse after the stroke?
On the other hand, in 2009, I was travelling to Holland a lot in the spring and suffered worse than I had done for years. I put it down to different pollens at different times. It was almost as if I got used to the English ones and then when I went to Holland, a load of different ones set me off.
Some days it’s so bad that all I can do is lie down indoors and listen to the radio. On the other hand, when I went down the London sewers, it helped my breathing immensely.
So how am I managing otherwise.
I have no problem getting around on buses and trains and of course by walking. I did fall over on a bad pavement in Upper Street in March, but haven’t hardly stumbled since, especially since I was fitted properly for a pair of trainers. I have no problems using the top decks of buses and climbing up and down ladders.
I like cooking and do quite a bit, although, as there are now so many Carluccio’s with a gluten-free menu, I am lazy quite a bit of the time.
I do eat a lot of soft comfort food, like bananas and ginger cake between meals. But my weight is still the same as it was five or six years ago.
My only problem with cooking is that my left hand diesn’t seem to like hot or cold, although the finger movement is now almost back to normal. I notice this most with my typing, where although I type mainly one-handed, I now use the left properly for the shift. Incidentally, I’ve always typed with my right hand, because of my bad left arm.
My eyesight to the left isn’t good, but in the last month or so, I’ve been able to play table tennis again, something that I couldn’t do a year ago. On the other hand, it does seem to be worst, when my eyes are streaming from the allergies.
On a mental state, what more is there to say, other than that I’m here. I made a good fist of a lecture at Liverpool University, so my brain can’t be that awry. Although, I do forget things on a short-term basis. But then I always have to a certain extent. But the long term memory is intact!
GP Prescribes Jesus
If my GP did that to me, I’d report it immediately and move elsewhere as soon as possible.
But according to The Sunday Times today, a GP, Richard Scott, has been suspended for doing just that.
The Joy Of Sox
I always read Melanie Reid in the Saturday Times.
Today she talked about her awful socks and proposed a satirical book called The Joy of Sox.
I sympathise with her.
I do my own washing and find sorting it difficult after the stroke, as it is an action that needs two good hands and I’ve only got about 1.6. But until recently, I found putting them on difficult and spent a great deal of time finding ones that were easier than others.
But in the last couple of weeks, my hands seem to have cracked the problem and now they go on like they used to before I had the stroke.
Here’s wishing Melanie the same sort of progress.
Danny Baker Returns
Danny Baker is back on Radio 5 Live this morning after his treatment for cancer.
I wish him well.
Let’s hope he’s on as good form as ever. I shal be listening.
Noticing the Little Things
I’ve just put my washing away. I am now noticing that simple actions like matching pairs of socks are so much easier, as my hands are getting better.
I know it will all take time to get fully better. But, hey! I can wait!
Does the NHS Computer Records Fiasco Create an Opportunity?
I am certainly convinced and there are many others out there of the need to have a wordwide on-line database with the important details of my health records.
In my case, I think it should contain such things as.
- GP and specialist contact details.
- A health summary. Most people could write that themselves.
- Repeat prescriptions.
- Test results for things like INR, B12 etc.
- Eye and hearing tests.
- X-ray and other images. It is getting commonplace for specialist to give you these, but all we need is for them to be in a standard image form.
- E-mails from health professionals.
You would be responsible for the uploading of the data. In many cases it would just be ticking a box or writing a simple sentence.
Suppose someone was to provide such a service, then I would use it a shot. Someone might already have created such a database, but I’ve not heard of it.
People will worry about privacy, but then look at the average Facebook page. A lot of much more confidential information is often published there.
So go for it! There is a lot of money to be made!
And money to be saved by health consumers.
Imagine on a simple level you lose your glasses on holiday. If you’ve uploaded your prescription, you could probably walk into any optician and get new glasses quickly. Whether they’d want to supply without giving you an expensive eye test, would be up to the optician, but in most cases you’d be fixed up without trouble.
The NHS Computer Records Fiasco
Fiasco is not too strong a word for it, as this report shows.
Isn’t the whole NHS records missing project something here?
If I deal with my bank, solicitor, utility and phone companies, or many shops, I can go on-line to see what is there and communicate directly by e-mail, telephone or post as I require.
Where is that objective in the specification?
After all we can’t let patients see what’s wrong with them as it would be a breach of their confidentiality!
But my body and mind are generally under my control, so why shouldn’t I have the right of access? In some ways, it’s going that way, as my previous GP let me read my past records without any cost or hindrance. Also nearly everything about me from Addenbrooke’s has either been copied to me directly by post and in some cases e-mail.
Interestingly, when the practice nurse and I went through my records a few years ago, we could see the pattern of coeliac disease , which no-one had picked up. I know this was with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight and nothing really serious was missed, but is the reason doctors don’t like patients seeing their records, is that they might get sued? Doctors have told me my atrial fibrillation is fairly obvious, so perhaps I should have been referred to a cardiologist before I had the first stroke?
But what is the past is best forgotten!
I should say one thing though. In Hong Kong when I had the stroke, they wanted to know my cholesterol levels, to check them against. As I put them on this blog, they were able to read them. So now, I put things like that up here, so that if I need them at any time, they are there.
Surely, this illustrates the power of an on-line database, where we all have a simple ID/Password system so that we can access the data.
If I could access my bank records from any Internet connection and a browser, why can’t I do the same with my health records?
Ups and Downs
I had a good morning in that I put some more IKEA furniture together and then took the bus up to Upper Street for the physio. I then had a quick lunch in Carluccio’s whilst I did the Suduko in my copy of The Times. I finished off the Fiendish one and then I did the Killer one that was supposed to take 65 minutes in about 30. After Waitrose for my weekend shopping, I came home and slept for three hours.
I felt good after the mental work, but now I’m tired again. Sometimes, I almost feel like I did before I was diagnosed as a coeliac, when I used to sleep a lot.
At least though my face seems a bit better as I write!
Life seems to be a series of ups and downs.

