As undertaken around a month ago, I’m contemplating ridding myself of facial hair. This a consequence of my visage fluff starting to itch like hell. Not to mention my wife recently liken me to Catweazle’s scruffier brother...…. And that was before I’d even grown this full beard! Pretentiously, I see my increased facial hirsuteness as … Continue reading Hair
Quite A Week
As I seek the inspiration to furnish the chaste page in front of me, my eyes are drawn to a sign secured on my bedroom wall. This wooden notice with wording of white water-colour professing 'I love you to the moon and back' while staring blankly back at me. The wall plaque a gift from … Continue reading Quite A Week
Rain Stops Dismay
In search of a strategy to help me relax during post-op recuperation, I'm currently listening to the calming sounds of rainfall on YouTube. This ten hour video, shot in a park on one static camera, bequeathing to it's viewer/listener the relaxing tones of cascading precipitation. I'd like to clarify, I don't intend listening to all … Continue reading Rain Stops Dismay
Fragile
On the album Nothing Like The Sun ex-Police frontman Sting gifted his discerning listener a serene refrain titled 'Fragile'. Contained within it a particularly emotive musical thread performed on Spanish guitar. A melancholic yet comforting melody apparently inspired by the killing of a peace corps volunteer in Nicaragua. As a non-musician I'm unqualified to give … Continue reading Fragile
Adapting
Yesterday, during discharge from hospital, a medic warned me to take things steady physically, along with avoiding situations that may trigger stressful responses. Well meaning advice key to GJ Strachan's speedier post-op recuperation. The need of which chronicled in greater depth in yesterdays blog 'Home at Last' - https://strachan.blog/2019/01/15/home-at-last/ Knowing the potential consequences of not … Continue reading Adapting
Home At Last
Yesterday evening, laying in the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) bed which'd been my residence since a cardiac arrest last Friday morning, thoughts turned to how much I'd missed casa Strachan during this unscheduled tenancy. A quartet of dusks/dawns where I'd been deprived of numerous sensory comfort blankets. Simple experiences such as witnessing it's decorative contemporary … Continue reading Home At Last
Musical Wards
I'm still Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) in situ following my cardiac arrest early Friday morning. I've been moved twice in the last twenty four hours, which I like to think is down to hospital administrators maximising front line bed resources. Not the consequences of one of the older blokes saying to the ward sister "Any … Continue reading Musical Wards
