Moving through life's seasons
Just as I was going out of the front door the postman arrived. This particular Postman is always friendly, always wears shorts regardless of the weather and I’m gradually getting to know and like him. This is how chatting to the Postman went:
Just as I was going out of the front door the postman arrived. This particular Postman is always friendly, always wears shorts regardless of the weather and I’m gradually getting to know and like him. This is how chatting to the Postman went: Continue reading “Chatting to the Postman”
Last week I had my 3 month check with the kidney specialists in my local hospital. He was quite a surprise for me in being so suave, dashing and definitely the maverick consultant. Quite entertaining really. Continue reading “The maverick consultant”
Recently I was really interested to hear of an initiative to support the Men’s Sheds movement, not that I’m anywhere near those sheds myself! Nevertheless I can immediately recognise the enormous benefits of the Men’s Sheds movement. The Men’s Sheds allow supportive contact amongst like-minded men and this can, amongst other benefits, reduce isolation, improve mental health while allowing learning to take place. Without doubt, this must help with general well being. Guest post – Cosyfeet Backs Men’s Shed Continue reading “Guest post – Cosyfeet Backs Men’s Shed”
8:15am. Arrived and checked into Urology for my second “trial without catheter” (TWOC). These are just some rough notes to show how the visit went….. Continue reading “Notes from Urology”
I have always clung onto my little sayings. Believe me, I have lots of little sayings in my mind! “Where does this lead? What’s behind this door? How can I make this better?”
It seems this irritating approach has led to me becoming a FRSA. In plain English this stands for Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts. Or the full, slightly long-winded title is the Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufactures & Commerce. Let me explain the journey…. Continue reading “Becoming a FRSA”
Earlier today I had my regular scale and polish which turned out to be a close shave with the hygienist. I have this done every six months at the advice of my very nice and very expensive dentist. She says that no matter how well you brush or floss, you can’t get rid of all the plaque. Half way round something unexpected happened….. Continue reading “A close shave with the hygienist”
Thought it might be worth talking about complaining to the NHS in the light of my recent experience. You might have already read on a previous post I decided to submit a formal complaint to my local hospital because of excessive waiting times and poor communication. Continue reading “Complaining to the NHS”