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I told my manger I love her

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Friday September 11th 2026 ​ First song of the day was one of my favourites. Beauty by The Shivers . It’s seriously worth listening to and it prompted the subject of today’s entry. Location: Bus to the hospital for a chest X-ray  Man I’m in a chatty mood. I went to look for the Porsche for you but it had moved. Oh well.  So! On Monday when I was with my manager in person she treated me to a hot drink. Because I miss coach Renee so much, I now drink Matcha. 🍵 When she is back on her feet I’ll go back to Hot Chocolate, Matcha tastes like grass. Anyway, got knows what I was talking about, what tangent my brain 🧠 was surfing 🏄‍♀️ but I was saying something along the lines that I love my friends. I then said to her sitting across of me, that I love her too. I quickly followed that up with an explanation that there are 6000 kinds of Love ❤️, and how most British people are just not accustomed to saying to anyone who is not their immediate family. She completely agreed.  Now ...

SIBO test was positive

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​ Guys! I’m so excited! The lady could have said you have the clap and I would have still jumped for joy.   In case of confusion, I don’t have chlamydia. That would require being near a man and that hasn’t happened in a long time. Depressing really but when you feel like 💩 all the time it’s probably a blessing.  Now back to SIBO! Don’t you feel that we should make a rap song out of it. Here is the bonkers part. The consultant gastroenterologist may only see my results next week to issue the prescription.  What? What? Say that again! No way Jose! That’s not the way it rolls for princess moi who’s been living in the trenches.  So before leaving the office I got the low down.  Options  wait. (Scrap that) The consultant may see it sooner than Monday. From there the options vary again. Either I go back to the far away hospital to collect antibiotics. Or it goes to my local pharmacy, or she tells my GP and he issues me antibiotics  Contact my GP, update him...

Good news I guess

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​ My sister has just texted from my dads hospital appointment. This is what she sent: I will send a longer message later. But Daddy is in Remission.   His PSA is 0.02  He needs hormones for 2 years and follow ups. No longer considered active treatment. I think this news has taken me by surprise, it’s good news. I hope that things get better for him. Maybe with less cancer medication the dementia won’t worsen at the same rate as it has been recently.  In other news because I’m in the 24 hour prep window for the SIBO test. I’m only allowed to eat certain things.  Very strange food day. I had: Eggs Oven broiled salmon  White rice That’s it that all. I’m sooo hungry. I’ll keep you posted with how it goes tomorrow.  What I’m looking forward to the most is taking a probiotic again. I’ve been off of the. For over a week and I feel sad. The vegas nerve that connects the gut to the brain is a real thing. Let’s hope that the gut gets totally sorted. I’ll then st...

Trying to be consistent

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​ Soundtrack: still Bruce and still Tougher than the rest   Location: the office ( though shall not drop the phone in the tub) 🛁  The cough is back with a vengeance so I didn’t manage to leave the house and get steps. Not good. So! I might as well blog and not feel bad about that too.  Mr.Dimples called me this evening. I’ve known him for donkeys years, he’s one of the oldest blog readers. Not old in age, but long time friend who reads my gibberish. He said that my cough and voice make me sound medieval. That’s his version of love! In all honesty he’s a good apple. One of 2 people that offered to visit me in the hospital many centuries ago when I was at my worst with the fatigue. I wonder if he even remembers that. When I’m not feeling great talking to me on the phone can be quite dull. Hope he’s not regretting it too much. We did establish that I have a lot of time on my hands.  Even though I’ll make my final decision in January, I think I will carry on with the vo...