Remembering Kim. My Beautiful Friend… My Anam Cara. 9th of December 1972 – 12th of April 2009 I will never forget the time in my life that I met Kim, my Anam Cara as I came to view her later in life. She had a smile that could light up a room, cheeky and rebellious as it was on many occasions throughout our teenage years together, and well beyond […]
You know some days you really do have to laugh at yourself! Especially when you are a teetotaler who is walking through the house more in the vein of a drunken sailor … Leaning against walls for stability while waltzing down the hallway, swaying side to side as if you are navigating the roll of a ship at high sea rather than a house on dry land. You’ve got three […]
The majority of the following piece was written as a blog post during 2008, a tad over ten years ago now, under the title ‘The Painful Reality About Doctors & Quackery’. It was basically a one off vent of frustration, telling my story from 2006 to 2008. I began that blog post with this paragraph… In recent years I have had cause to really look at who and what “Medical […]
Traumatic Brain Injury & Whiplash … Not A Problem? A little while back I posted a piece about the Epstein Barr Virus potentially being a beginning point regarding chronic health issues and progressive dysfunction that I have battled for almost three decades. A post throughout which I raised the more likely possibility that whiplash and traumatic brain injury (TBI) were the events that sparked progressive dysfunction, either in conjunction with […]
Okay, so the title may be a tad corny, picking up and running with the name “The Kissing Disease”, for what is an extremely unpleasant illness. But hey, it got you here. So, let’s talk Epstein Barr Virus, (aka Glandular Fever, Infectious Mononucleosis, The Kissing Disease). I suspect that anyone who reads what I have to say about this virus, who has had their own encounter, could relate to at […]
Poem – Artist’s View
During 2002 I was invited to join a group of artists for an evening. The philosophy was that every form of artist was welcome to become involved no matter their medium, be it drawing, painting, sculpting, needle work and so on … This poem was written during that evening as I watched the artists work … More that ten years on, this poem holds a different point of view, far beyond that evening spent with a group of artists.