I am feeling absolutely dreadful, but I don’t think it is the cold I’ve picked up.
I’m coughing and sneezing like mad because of a dry throat and I can remember times like this as a child, when I had days and weeks off sdchool.
But in some ways it all changed, hen my parents bought a second house in Felixstow, so I was taken away for most weekends, thus getting away from the London smog.
Now, I find that if I get some sun, I feel a lot better/ But since I went to Madeira a month ago, I’ve seen precious little sun.
I think my problem is that my gut doesn’t absorb vitamin B12 and D, so I only get vitamin D through the sun.
Going gluten-free obviously didn’t work for me.
It’s funny, but if I have a walk of a mile of so in the sun, it cuyres all my problems.
I rose early and took these pictures along the the promenade by Las Canteras Beach.
I always get up early and it was good to walk along the promenade.
Note the three restaurants where I had a good gluten–free meal.
- Kitchen Lovers
- Restaurante Molinet
I also had a good tuna salad at Max Bread, so if you’re coeliac or gluten-free, you shouldn’t starve, unless you’re exceedimgly fussy.
Other points to note.
- The Hotel Reina Isabel looked to be a good place to stay because of its location.
- The beach was very clean.
- The promenade was a good place to walk, with no pavement problems.
- There were plenty of places serving good coffee and ices.
I would certainly return, but try the Hotel Reina Isabel next time.
Spain is not a difficult place to be gluten-free.
In the hotel, I only are breakfast, which usually consisted of fruit juice, eggs, ham, cheese and coffee.
There was no gluten-free bread, as you can get in most three or four stars hotels these days.
But that I can do without.
I did take about ten EatNakd bars and M&S Honeycomb Crisps, but Ialso found some Spanish bars, that were labelled Gluten-Free in large letters.
They would have done at a pinch.
I also had a couple of good salads.
I ate in this restaurant on Monday night.
The restaurant had the best allergy-friendly menu, I’ve ever found. Not from a point of the food, but from the way the information was presented.
For gluten-free food, I just avoided any item with a large red dot, with a gluten sign in the middle.
I ate here on the Tuesday night.
I’d been pointed to the restaurant by Lonely Planet’s guide to the Canary Islands (p 74)
It’s all, they say it is.
I didn’t book, but then November wasn’t busy in Las Palmas.
It was one of the best restaurants, I’ve eaten at in Spain. You have to remember that C and myself tried quite a few.
I paid 33 euros for two courses and a glass of wine.
I could spend that in say Carluccios in Leeds!
I ate here on Wednesday night after seeing the gluten-free sign on the facia.
It is a restaurant to watch, as it had mixed reviews, so it could go either way.
But at least it serves gluten-free San Miguel lager.
I wish them lots of success.
If you have to be gluten-free like me, you won’t starve in Las Palmas.
Supper tonight was a Marks and Spencer Gastropub Chicken Hash.
- I bought the meal in Waterloo station.
- It was cooked in the oven.
- I poured the meal onto the plate.
- When you live alone, you can use bread to wipe the plate.
The only washing up was the plate and the irons. I suppose I could have licked it clean!
Coming back today, I went to Marks and Spencer in Waterloo station, which although it is not a full stop, must be one of their bigger Simply Food shops in stations.
These pictures sum up the visit.
Some of the products have only been available in the last year or so.
- Chicken Pakoras
- Crisps With Exotic Flavours
- Gluten-Free Gastropub meals.
- Kent IPA
- Pasta Salad
- Scotch Eggs
- Snacks Wth Taste
When I was diagnosed nearly twenty years ago, you were lucky to find anything quick to cook in any shop, except eggs and fish.
What would I like to see now?
- Most ready-meals made gluten-free and labelled as such on the top.
- Ravioli, that is gluten-free.
- Sausages and burgers gluten-free, as in Marks and Sainsburys.
- More gluten-free real beers.
I think it is true to say, that it’s going my way.
As a coeliac, I get fed up with restaurants, who can’t cook fish in a simple gluten-free way.
On my trip to Sufbury, which I wrote about in Marks Tey Station And The Sudbury Branch, I needed to eat something.
I did find my usual stand-by of a Pizza Express, but felt that I might be better to wait until I got back to London and buy a gluten-free wrap or sandwich in Liverpool Street station.
I then came across the Codfather, which had a sign saying they did gluten-free fish and chips on Sunday.
The waitress said they could do me a plain grilled fish with new potatoes and vegetables, which I had.
It was excellent and I can heartily recommend the Codfather in Sudbury.
I can’t understand, why more restaurants, don’t use this simple method to satisfy, those like me, who need gluten-free food.
On BBC Breakfast this morning, there is a story about problems in our seaside resorts.
How many of them have a restaurant that sells gluten-free fish lunches and inners to the standard of the Codfather or Kubicki in Gdansk?
A quick search has found decent places in Brighton, Hastings and Blackpool, but others places don’t seem so well served.
I’m now convinced that the cause of my bad springs and substantial absences from school as a child, and periods of bad health since, is due to a periodic vitamin D deficiency.
I suffer from several of the same symptoms as my father, who was most likely the parent from whom I inherited coeliac disease.
As a child, I didn’t go out in the son much, as I think I found it a bit painful and I burned. My father was the same in those days and was very much a man for his garage or shed. He only ventured out to smoke his pipe.
The problems dropped, when I went to Liverpool University and met my future wife. But then she would drag me out into the sun for a walk, with great regularity.
When I was diagnosed as a coeliac, I thought this would be the end of it all. And it did get a bit better, with the bonus that I could now sunbathe without burning. I also stopped being bitten by mossies.
Since the death of my wife, my stroke and moving to London, the bad springs and a lot of the other symptoms have returned.
But no-one could say the weather in London and it seems much of North and Central Europe has been very sunny over the last few years.
I even took a holiday in Croatia for some sun, but in My Home Run From Dubrobnik, I saw probably a day and a half of sun at most!
I’m now on vitamin D3 tablets and they appear to help.
But I think, what I need is a good scientific book on vitamin D, how it is absorbed by the body and what it actually does.
So much of what I get told seems to only have vague science behind it!
If I could find a top class University, where they were doing serious research into vitamin D, I’d go halfway round the world to talk to them.
I’ve just found a paper in the International Journal of Cardiology with this title.
As according to two cardiologists in Cambridge, the reason I had my stroke was atrial fibrillation, I should discuss this with a cardiologist.
I think my story goes something like this.
- For some reason, I didn’t like the sun and kept out of it.
- When I was diagnosed as a coeliac, I went gluten-free and didn’t get added Vitamin D in my food.
- But C dragged me off to the sunnier climes, where now I can stay in the sun without problem.
- When she died, I retreated into myself and didn’t go to the sun.
- So did I get low vitamin D?
- My GP thought so and I decided to drive around in my Lotus with the top down.
- I eventually, had the stroke, I’d probably been just missing since C died.
- Atrial fibrillation was diagnosed and it was said to have caused the stroke.
- Warfarin has been prescribed to protect me!
I’ve added sun and vitamin D for good measure.
Until I can prove otherwise, my father who gave me coeliac disease, wasn’t so lucky and died of a stroke.
Did he have atrial fibrillation and low vitamin D?
This is an old post from an earlier blog, which is dated October the third, 2003, but I’ve been asked about it a couple of times lately, so I thought I’d copy it over.
I have written this in quite a lot of detail so that it can help others who are undergoing the procedure.
The only thing I might say, is that I am a reasonably fit, fifty-six year old, who has a strong scientific training. So on the one hand, my body should be able take most things and on the other I do have a basic understanding of what’s going on!
I wasn’t that sure to expect when I went for a endoscopy.
I am also not the bravest where hospitals or operations are concerned!
I had the instructions, which said that there was a 1-in-10,000 chance of something going wrong, that I was to wear comfortable easily washed clothes and that I wasn’t to eat or drink anything for six hours before.
It also said that there was the choice of a sedative or a throat spray and if I had the first I wouldn’t be able to drive, use machinery or drink alcohol for 24 hours.
Would I be brave enough to have the throat spray, as it would also mean I wouldn’t have to find someone to go with me? Not easy when your wife works full time and your children live miles away!
It said phone if you wanted any help. So I did!
I was given a direct line by the receptionist and after a couple of tries, I got through to a helpful nurse who said that most people are alright with the throat spray.
So it was to be the throat spray!
I also remembered the advice given to me by a scientist who created some of the world’s best anaesthetics. He said to avoid them at all costs!
I didn’t sleep too badly the night before, but I did get up about six.
Nothing unusual here, as Celia is often out by half past on her way to all Courts east, west, north and occassionally south. I also find that the early morning is the best time to work!
But I did want to have a last drink of a cup of tea before the requisite six hours of abstinance arrived at half past six.
It was a long wait, as I am one of those who just like others have a thinking cigarette, when I work I have a thinking drink, or a snack. I did bite my fingers a bit, until I realised that could count as food!
In the end I gave up on work about twelve and disappeared off on a series of useful, but on the whole rather time-wasting errands.
I had tried to arrange a game of tennis before, but that all came to nothing. I was dressed for the game though, as the clothes fitted the requirements.
I drove all the way to Bury St. Edmunds to collect my spare car keys from last night and then wasted a good fifteen minutes talking to the salesman about the new higher powered MG-ZT-T-230. (I would have bought one a few years ago, but now cars are just a means of getting around. Well not quite, but they aren’t so important!)
I then picked up the enlargements of the family photo taken at Imogen’s christening. I think I paid a cheque into the bank!
All things that needed to be done, but they could have waited until the Saturday!
Finally, about two I parked the car in the lane that leads to Addenbrookes.
When I visit the hospital I tend to do that, as on a sunny day (It was!) it is a nice walk and you avoid all the hassle of finding a car parking space.
If you don’t know Addenbrokes it is not the most attractive of buildings, being a 60’s, brutal construction designed by an architect, who probably designed down to a cost, rather than up to a standard.
It’s also rather a maze, so when I entered the Out-Patients I looked around for someone to give me directions. As when I came for my first appointment, I was given proper directions to Endoscopy, which seemed to be rather an afterthought for the building, reached up what looked to be a fire-escape!
As I had forgotten to bring some suitable reading, I bought a magazine. I think it was Autocar.
Often when I go to the doctors, I’ll take a rather academic book, so that I don’t get treated like an idiot. Also something with substance and length as that seems to ensure I get seen quickly!
I waited for perhaps half an hour until twenty minutes after my appointment before I was seen by a nurse, who then asked whether I was taking the sedative. I said not, but I got the impression that most of the others were taking one.
She also said that as I have a crown on a front tooth, I was less likely to break that if I had a spray, as I wouldn’t bite so hard on the mouth piece through which the probe would pass.
Then at about a quarter past three, I was called in by the doctor.
The doctor, a Mr. Hardwick, again asked about the sedative and then outlined the procedure.
I did question him, as to why the consent form asked so many silly questions! I really don’t care at all about what happens to my body after I die, so long as it gets the respect it deserves. If it deserves any that is!
A few minutes later and he walked me through to the room where it was to be carried out.
Now I realised that except for the facts that a camera was being passed down my throat, through the stomach and into the duodenum, before a biopsy was to be taken, I didn’t know much else.
Would I be standing, sitting or lying? How big was the camera tube? After all I did know that sword swallowers appeared to take something substantial!
It’s funny, but whether because I was apprehensive or whether I didn’t want to interfere with the procedure, I didn’t take a look at the equipment out of my normal rather excessive curiosity. All I can remember is that it was made by Olympus. I hoped it gave better pictures than the last camera I bought of that make!
I was told that the throat spray was rather unpleasant and tasted of bananas. Why should bananas be unpleasant? I’ve always eaten at least one a day since I first saw one at the age of about five! (There weren’t any in London for several years after the war!)
The spray was fine and after a couple of sprays, I could feel my throat going numbish. But I still had full control and could swallow as required.
I was then asked to lie on the trolley and then I was turned onto my side.
Other instructions were given to try and swallow the probe and also to breathe normally. He also said that it was easier as I had not had the sedation and could co-operate with him. That sounded very reasonable!
I now had the mouth piece between my teeth and the doctor started to pass the probe down into my stomach. The probe was perhaps three to four millimetres in diameter. In other words considerably smaller than the occassional mint imperial, that I have swallowed by accident.
At this point, I should say that I am predominately a mouth breather and even with the mouth piece in, I was still breathing almost normally through my mouth, rather than the nose. Although I was trying to use it! I don’t think I was very successful!
As the tube progressed, I was asked to swallow and after a few attempts was able to progress it down my throat. I didn’t swallow more than about six to eight times.
I had also been worried because dentists have told me I have a strong gag reaction. It didn’t seem to be a problem!
Obviously, I was quiet and couldn’t talk. However, I did have a rather macabre thought as to whether they used the same probe if they were looking from the other end! I never asked the question!
It wasn’t that unpleasant and was no worse that having teeth drilled! It was a lot quieter and I only dribbled a very small amount.
It was also certainly better than the day in a dentist’s surgery in Smithdown Road in Liverpool, when I had the first crown fitted on my front tooth. I can still remember the smell of burning teeth!
I had been warned to expect wind as the probe entered my stomach, but really didn’t notice much and after perhaps two to three minutes the probe was in the duodenum. I hadn’t felt anything inside as the probe progressed. Was this due to the spray? I suspect it was.
So the first part was over and it wasn’t too bad at all! I hadn’t broken out in a sweat or anything like that, but it did find a bruise later on my knee, where the other one had been pushing into it, whilst I was trying to lie still!
They then took two biopsies by passing a tool down the probe. I thought I might have felt a slight prick as each was taken, but it may be that I was looking for something!
And that really was that!
A couple of minutes later, the probe had been removed and I was sitting on the trolley.
I was told that everything appeared normal and that they had got a couple of good biopsies. What constitutes a good one?
I was then told not to drink or eat anything before twenty to four and after a few minutes sitting on a chair, I walked out of the department, out of the hospital and back to my car.
My throat seemed slightly sore, but after a drink and some crisps as I filled up with petrol at the garage, everything seemed fine!
I ate a hearty meal that evening.
I think the first thing I should say, is that everything at Addenbrookes was very professional and I would have no complaint as to care.
Or any complaint about anything else for that matter!
Take the case of phoning before the procedure for advice about the throat spray!
This should always be available and I certainly found it very helpful as looking back, I think I made the right decision to have the spray rather than the sedative :-
1. The very fact that I was awake and fully conscious during the procedure must be a help to the staff, as they could tell me to do things and at least I could try to carry them out!
2. This must make the procedure quicker and more efficient, especially as there is no need for a recovery bed.
3. The nurse also told me that as I have full control of my jaw, which I wouldn’t have with the sedative, that there is less chance of dental damage.
Now having crowns fitted is definitely not pleasant!
4. But the biggest advantage to me of the throat spray, is that I walked out a few minutes later, drove home and within half an hour I was almost back to normal.
There is only one thing I would do to improve the system and that is to give more information to the patient.
If I had known more before I went to the hospital and had perhaps read an experience like this, I would have been less apprehensive.
It probably didn’t make any difference to me in the end, but someone of a more nervous disposition than myself, might just decide to be sedated rather than choose the spray.
So looking back about a week later as I write this, it doesn’t seem terrifying at all and I would recommend anybody who is asked to have a endoscopy, to have one without worrying too much!
And have the throat spray rather than the sedative!
Just relax and let the doctors and nurses get on with the job!
This is another recipe from Lyndsey Bareham from The Times.
It was exceedig simple and so delicious I did it two days running.