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DT #291, 18 October 2014 (Trojan Horse)   9 comments

Trojan Horse IDA

 

Hoping that you can
Recommend detergent
To get blood stains out.

Name: Trojan Horse
Type: dark IPA (or IDA, they want to label it)
Venue: The Savoy, Swindon

Trojan Horse IDA pump

Review/notes: Yesterday I had another superficial BCC cut off my chest and started making the parts of a pizza for supper when I got home.  First there was the sausage to prep, then the pizza dough and while it rose I cut all the veg for the toppings.  Jackie was due home at 7:30 so, as I finished all this at 5, I sat down to enjoy the first glass of wine and watch some of the Giants/Cardinals NLCS game. I felt some liquid on my stomach and looked down to see wine spilt on my shirt except it was seeping from underneath and spreading. I balled up the shirt I was wearing to make a compression bandage and called for an ambulance.

Today I just had a nice, calm walk instead and went to the Wetherspoons for a breakfast beer.

2014-10-17 suture fail

Jackie doesn’t carry a cell phone so I left this in the entrance hall with a note that I could be found at A&E

 

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Posted 2014/10/18 by Drunken Bunny in Daily Haiku, Daily Tipple

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DT #290, 17 October 2014 (Rosemount Reserve Shiraz Grenache)   3 comments

Rosemount Reserve Shiraz Grenache

 

Don’t tell your surgeon,
“I’m just glad to be back from
Sierra Leone.”

Name: Rosemount Reserve Shiraz Grenache
Type: red wine
Venue: house

Review/notes: In the hospital again, getting my boobs lifted or, at least, the left one were the superficial BCC was cut out.  The conversation led around to the Isle of Wight Marathon at which point she said that it seemed excessive to run that far.  “I  just did it to celebrate returning from Sierra Leone.”  We laughed and laughed.

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DT #259, 16 September 2014 (1843 Craft Lager)   1 comment

1843 Craft Lager

 

The NHS rules.
Still, what’s left to be desired:
Better scheduling.

Name: 1843 Craft Lager
Type: lager
Venue: The Sun Inn, Swindon

Review/notes: I went to the Great Western Hospital with a note stating that I was on a follow-up visit for earlier surgery and with the understanding that subsequent surgery to finish the job was already scheduled after a marathon I’m doing a few weeks from now.  So, it was with a wee bit of surprise and upset that I found that the surgeon had assembled a crew ready to cut me open like a roasted marrow.  Oh well, what can you do, eh? I ran to the place with the plan of running back and fuck it that’s exactly what I was going to do.  Albeit with a medicinal stop along the way.

Today:

cut up again

What it probably looks like under there (based on what it looked like in June):

wound 2014-06-18 0955s

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DT #210, 29 July 2014 (Monte Giove Pinot Grigio Chardonnay)   Leave a comment

Monte Giove Pinot Grigio Chardonnay

Lady Doctor said,
“Remove all but underwear.”
Was I too eager?

Name: Monte Giove Pinot Grigio Chardonnay
Type: white wine
Venue: house

Review/notes: What can I say? I like getting naked, regardless, but I’m currently in the best condition in years.  Plus, I was wearing clean underwear.  A bit of a drag that she was examining a surface BCC on my chest and a suspicious mole behind my right knee.

The wine label claimed it went well with a simple salad.  It did.

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Posted 2014/07/29 by Drunken Bunny in Daily Haiku, Daily Tipple, wine

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A few light words about Cancer   4 comments

BEFORE: No pain, but abscessed like this for months

BEFORE: No pain, but abscessed like this for months

I have had to explain, endlessly, the massive bandage on my neck. On the first day, I used the following:

“It’s a fresh neck tattoo of two pigs copulating with “Makin’ Bacon” written around it in Gothic script. I have to keep it covered for a few days.  I didn’t really think this through.”

“Ghanaian guy glassed me in the pub after the US went ahead 2-1.”

“Here’s a word of advice to the newlywed: if the wife has a fork in her hand, stay away from the last prawn on the platter.”

“Cut myself shaving.”

“Love bite…a really big one.”

“Chin tuck…loves me some cosmetic surgery, I do.  You realise I’m 73 years old, don’t you?”

“Cancer.” [note, this one evoked laughter more frequently than the tattoo story…bastards]

UPDATE: “Took a beating from the Filth last weekend.” Used this one at the Black Swan while talking to some crims.

 

wound 2014-06-18 0955s

 

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I guess that I’ve been a PROFESSIONAL chemist for 20 or so years (although more of an engineer). In the decades preceding formal education, I was much more a ‘recreational’ chemist or, even, a semi-professional compounding pharmacist; in those days, there was a black joke (made all the more dark by its accuracy) that the carcinogens we absorbed during our experiments started the twenty-year clock on cancers that would emerge about the time we would be eligible for parole. To date my pancreas, liver, lungs, and kidneys continue to function without additional growth (exceeding medical expectations wildly).

But, this week I had a tumour cut off my neck. Turns out that being pale, freckled, prone to sunburn and living in the sunny climes of Hawaii, the deep south, the tropical Northern Territory of Australia, Baghdad, and Arizona for a total of 42 years (out of 52) has taken its toll. There will likely be more, but the first of what are certain to be many basal cell carcinomas appeared like an ingrown hair about a year ago. The resulting abscess appeared twice and healed but on the third shot I went to the GP.

Cancer keeps killing friends (especially the ones that lead relatively healthy lifestyles) while leaving the evil and poorly tended unscathed (my family being prime examples of the vile dregs of society that finally all died of something else, years beyond their sell-by date).  Mine was a fairly benign (literally and figuratively) growth which seems about right if this artificial morality scale holds true.  It’s going to be an awesome scar, too.

Once again, the NHS has been flawless and my expenses on this treatment have been around £4, including travel and medicine.

makinbacon

 

Posted 2014/06/18 by Drunken Bunny in commentary, gambling, psychedelics, work

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DT #167, 16 June 2014 (Young’s London Gold)   Leave a comment

Young's London Gold post-op 2

Scalpel to the neck:
Slash deep and across vessels.
Take all you require.

Name: Young’s London Gold
Type: bitter
Venue: Green Dragon, Marlborough

Review/notes: Had a big piece of meat cut off my neck, today.  As soon as I was released, it was off to Boots for some codeine and the nearest decent pub.  Tastes a lot like Wiltshire Gold….

Young's London Gold pump

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Posted 2014/06/16 by Drunken Bunny in Daily Haiku, Daily Tipple

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One good thing about aging…   Leave a comment

…is that every so often the NHS pays a fit, younger woman with a stethoscope to order me to get naked prior to her pushing her latex-clad, lubricated fingers up my bum.  God bless Aneurin Bevan!

Okay, this is NOT my GP (but I can imagine it while the exam is going on)

Okay, this is NOT my GP (but I can imagine it while the exam is going on)

Posted 2013/07/30 by Drunken Bunny in Made me laugh, residence

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