Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Akin to a learner driver in control of a manual transmission automobile, with a wee sense of achievement, this morning I've tentatively reached a metaphorical clutch and accelerator biting point. An event which consequently set in motion the dawning of yours truly's 2020 New Years resolutions. This morning my attendance at a Health Circuit class... Continue Reading →
This morning my consultant cardiologist discharged me from further followup appointments. Meetings which since my heart attack in January have become an unwanted but necessary element of yours truly's existence. On leaving the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) my mind was cast back to Friday 11th January. A time laying in a cardio ward bed apprehensively... Continue Reading →
This morning, I'm afflicted by an ordinarily infrequent case of writers block. A rare creative imposter which I'm currently unable to vanquish, despite sitting in a White Rose Centre coffee house indulging in a spot of people watching. A pastime which ordinarily manifests ideas aplenty, but thus far hasn't provided GJ Strachan with any noteworthy... Continue Reading →
Not that I'm complaining, but post-angioplasty I'm unable to drive my car*** for a week. A situation I deem as a mere minor inconvenience, hopefully contributing to a calmer, more reflective lifestyle, which of late has burgeoned with significantly more drama than I'd prefer. The GJ Strachan soap opera current plot lines proving quite a... Continue Reading →
This time tomorrow I'll be Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) in situ undergoing an exploratory angiogram procedure. A followup op to an investigative treadmill stress test I underwent a couple of months ago. That being said, I'm not overly daunted that in twenty four hours time my radial artery will be punctured to allow a camera... Continue Reading →
On Sunday morning, arriving downstairs post-reveille to the sight of my mother baking momentarily regressed me back to my boyhood. The pouring of Kellogs' cereal into a yellow Tupperware bowl, which we'd had since the late 1960's, in association with mater's mixing bowl magic transporting me back to my Gateshead childhood. Up to her elbows... Continue Reading →
I join todays writing fray around half a minute after temporarily choking myself with an uncouth gulp of tepid tea. Thankfully this self-afflicted carelessness only caused a minor irritation to my gag reflex; resulting in only minimal alarm to my briefly startled nervous system. Consequently, there was no elongated spurting of beverage through my nostrils,... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting in a cardio outpatient waiting room as I commence this essai quotidien. My attendance required as a pre-assessment for an upcoming coronary angiogram in August. GJ Strachan's current area of lingering set within Leeds General Infirmary's (LGI) hallowed corridors. Perched on a comfortable enough pew, I scan the seated area seeking inspiration for... Continue Reading →
This morning, I undertook the next step in my cardio rehab programme, enrolling on a local leisure centre's circuits class. A session filled with mucho perspiration, intense focus of programme objectives and the realisation that wearing your undies on the outside of your tracks bottoms doesn't necessarily impart you with superhuman powers. The latter a faux... Continue Reading →