March on…

That’s a bit of a joke as I’m certainly not marching anywhere.  To be truthful I’m sitting at 24’ of pressure enjoying pure oxygen and peace although not quiet as Paolo Nuttini is here with me.

i am aware that my posts are infrequent now compared with when I set out on this journey but unless I have something new to say I can’t see the point in just having a bleat.  Or boring you all with news of Huffy the Puppy.

So, what’s new.  We went down to Cornwall last week and just before leaving I was contacted by my GP who wanted to run more blood tests in support of the bone scan I’d had.  When I had the tests I booked a telephone appointment with my new doctor (the last one who I built up a relationship with is now so popular you can’t get an appointment with her) who duly rang me when I was sitting in The Pandora on Restronguet Creek.  The concern was that apparently my kidneys are objecting to something and they don’t know if it’s the Gabapentin or the supplements I’m taking which are all vitamins or oils, or indeed something else entirely.  So I’m now coming off the Gabapentin faster than I was planning, but I’m doing it.  After messaging the herbalist I’m even more sceptical about the supplements being the culprits but just to honour her instruction, I’ll stop taking them too.

And we’re now decompressing so a good moment to stop.  I’ll keep you posted as to what is happening on the kidney front.  And the pain.  Back to the cannabis….