Like many people of his generation, he doesn’t know when he’s beaten. He was a miner and is probably one of the last remaining repositories of the mining folklore and humour in Ayrshire. He has always been a story teller of the highest order with a phenomenal memory for detail. A number of people have been at him, myself included to get these stories down on paper or recorded, but he is not keen on the idea. Why, I have no idea, but I suspect that it may something to do with the fact that they may not come across with the same impact in print as they do with the spoken word. It’s a shame, but it’s up to him.
This blog, my first and only one, started as a diary of my wonderful retirement,but very quickly became an account of my ups and downs with trigeminal neuralgia. If you do read it, don't feel sorry for me. There are people whose condition is much worse than mine. I'll let you know when to feel sorry for me.
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Trigeminal Neuralgia 39
Well, today is another good day with no pain. Any day with no pain is a good day. I’m just home from my Mum and Dad’s after a belated new year dinner and celebrating my dad’s 76th birthday as well. He’s a real warrior. He was diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukaemia in his early 50’s. and has had a torrid time of it over the years. His immune system has been badly affected resulting in regular pneumonia, his replacement knee went wrong and he is in constant pain, he has a problem with his lower back resulting in poor mobility and a whole load of other ailments too numerous to mention. If he’d been a horse we’d have shot him years ago.
Like many people of his generation, he doesn’t know when he’s beaten. He was a miner and is probably one of the last remaining repositories of the mining folklore and humour in Ayrshire. He has always been a story teller of the highest order with a phenomenal memory for detail. A number of people have been at him, myself included to get these stories down on paper or recorded, but he is not keen on the idea. Why, I have no idea, but I suspect that it may something to do with the fact that they may not come across with the same impact in print as they do with the spoken word. It’s a shame, but it’s up to him.
Like many people of his generation, he doesn’t know when he’s beaten. He was a miner and is probably one of the last remaining repositories of the mining folklore and humour in Ayrshire. He has always been a story teller of the highest order with a phenomenal memory for detail. A number of people have been at him, myself included to get these stories down on paper or recorded, but he is not keen on the idea. Why, I have no idea, but I suspect that it may something to do with the fact that they may not come across with the same impact in print as they do with the spoken word. It’s a shame, but it’s up to him.
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