Hmmm, today I am to attend Airedale hospital for my regular respiratory meeting. One of the main things is the damn tiredness, it seems to be getting worse. Though, could this be related to the heart problems? After the blue light and sirens, soon I will be seeing the cardiologist for three hours of testing. It could be a number of things? Also, my feet, arrggghhhh…
Well, just view this in progress sandwich. How to make the biggest, best, fullest breakfast sarnie possible. Timing is crucial as it all needs to be hot, and the coffee just at the correct temperature as you work your way through the sandwhich. Feeling hungry, hmmm…
Firstly make a coffee, it can then be cooling during the mission of building the sandwich.
Then the frying starts. With the onions carefully positioned, it is best to slice the sausages as they are easier to control for task of transferring to the bread.
While the frying takes place stick the potato thingy’s into the oven. As can be seen they need to be on a tray and strategically placed to the oven middle, do use oven gloves or some of your skin will get stuck.
Making sure the bread has had something spread on it, ensure the sausages get to the edges, this is vital as they need tasting in every bite and the sauce does not soak into the bread.
Once everything is cramped on, then, and only then should the potato thingy’s be placed at very good angles. If you get problems use the mathematical formula BODMAS.
When slicing, the knife needs to be sharp as fuck, otherwise the cut just does not go smooth and the internal gets savagely town, which makes it a dreadful scene.
By now the coffee will have cooled enough so it can be sipped between each mouthful. This is an important task as the balance of the breakfast sarnie needs to be in proportion to the amount of coffee sipped. A miss calculation can be a disaster.
Many times I get asked if the plate should be licked, it’s a difficult decision, if the fknife wasn’t sharp enough then by all means get some licking done, otherwise just sit and stare at the plate and give yourself a pat on your tummy.
Mission accomplished, shhh…
Hmmm, interesting debate, but for me the main point was when that lady got up in the audience during Cameron. She is stating what needs to be stated. Homelessness in the UK, especially those who come out of the armed forces, and then the governments abandon them. If it weren’t for the likes of Ssafa and The Royal British Legion I’d have had even more seriously shit problems.
Those heads-in-sand ‘posh hippies’ out there need to understand just how bad it is in the UK for a very many folks, foodbanks have grown at a huge rate since 2010. Folks are getting really pissed off at the rate of the wealth gap growth and, erm, where were we? Oh, I think Nicola Sturgeon won!
Well. I did not manage to get any of those special glasses. But the clouds were present, would they clear just enough for an image to be taken as I have the perfect view.
The clouds did slowly start to clear, but to give a nice break, just in time seems to be happening?
Because I did not have the special Eclipse lenses I punched a small hole into a sheet of paper, then, just as the clouds opened I placed the paper upto a wall, quite difficult to get a clean image just to my shaking being exaggerated, but you can make out the smile!
It must never be forgotten. Sarcoidosis mimics, masks, and mutates any other condition. It does bother me more than ever that folk’s just don’t/can’t understand us. Though now I have a top? dermatology professor with me (with all the other medics!), I think the initial practice treatment on my toe looks to have failed?
No wonder ‘our’ heads can get mixed up. It’s proper hard work. Today I had serious thought problems – after almost five years of fighting this thing, and the drugs, and my mind. This isn’t mind over matter, it is quite the reverse. I’m not into the ‘chin up’ crap, it isn’t like that, but appreciate the thought?
Sarcoidosis = matter over mind.
Yesterday the professor started some treatment on my feet. Just a little at a time otherwise I wouldn’t be able to walk. We think it might be the Azathioprine as I take 50mg in the morning and 50mg at night. So, he is going to communicate with my other consultants and try find what might be the best direction for me. Mind you, my rug looks a mess!
Well well, my pet ducks have brought a new visitor, the blonde. Very good shape and quite a bit bigger than the others. These ducks are probably going to be life long friends of mine – part of the family eh!!!
Well what a nice capture, Low Mill Weir. Though I’m looking forward to the spring and some warmer weather, the prettiness of snow can be caught really well – but where are my ducks?
So, this evening it is time to have the appointment with a top dermatologist. Reason being, this time, it’s my feet. As can be seen in the following photo’s, they are being attacked. Walking can be a right problem, jeez!
Jeez son, since when did that arrive?! So so too quickly, love you tons…
, read the Blues in Britain magazine review or listen to my BCB Radio interview.