Thirty one years ago tomorrow, at just gone 3am, I became a father for the first time when my son Jonathon made a belated appearance at a Bedfordshire hospital. His arrival followed a harrowing seven hours for his mum, and me shouting myself hoarse with frequent cries of “Heave!”….. An unhelpful yell that, in hindsight, probably made it appear there... Continue Reading →
Vale of Tears
I've just returned from an essentials shop at the local convenience store. With it's checkouts fitted out with clear plastic tarpaulin, aimed at providing employees a degree of protection from the COVID-19 virus, it manifested notions within me I'd inadvertently wandered onto the kill set in an episode TV drama Dexter. On reaching the till,... Continue Reading →
Meander…. You Jane!
Today's rehabilitative exercise aimed at strengthening my post-cardiac arrest ticker was a bracing 45 minute walk around Colton village. Slowly but surely I'm attempting to raise my heart's exertion levels; as such today's amble was at a brisker pace than normal. Accompanied by late winter sunshine, it was a pleasant enough sojourn around the estate.... Continue Reading →
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 →
Unachievable Aspirations?
Perching my posterior on a dining chair ready to commence today's prose, the whirring of power tools are my uninvited audio companion. This din not a consequence of my wife's new addiction to the Sky Pneumatic Drill channel on cable TV. No, this audible intrusion the result of my neighbour's ongoing conversion...... Thankfully, Karen only... Continue Reading →
Lifestyle Tweaks
I'm in the process of attempting to address the unhealthier elements of my life. This strategy has seen me reduce my diet of fat based food, have a Personal Trainer draw me up an exercise and diet plan, and cessation of utilising the word clunge. This personal fitness and diet programme has already seen me lose 25 pounds,... Continue Reading →