2010 in Photos, and some words.

Top 10 photos from 2010 in no particular order

This time of the year i normally write a huge long blog about my year, in fact there is a link to my Myspace blog in a comment on my very first post here. This year though, I thought I would post up some of my favorite photos of the year. They are not all photos representing highlights of my year, but simply moments that meant something to me, and were significant, for whatever reason, in 2010.






This is me, at Portwrinkle I think. The surf was small but fun, I had a great session, but that wasnt the point, and rarely is with surfing, for me surfing is about simply being out there in the fresh air, on the beach, in the sea, having fun. The horizon isnt straight and that bugs me, but its not about that, its the moment, surfing in blue skies and sunshine, escaping "real" life. take by Emily Hope




Me throwing down at Cann! Biking this year has been up and down, the student champs were fantastic, winning the haribo cup was cool, but at the same time, something has simply just gone wrong in my head, everytime i ride dh it flipps my brain out.




Thats me and Nat Walker, on one of the most relaxed days of the year, we must have just lay in the sun together for about 6 hours. This photo reminds me of what its like to be completely relaxed, a situation i will get round to experiencing again im sure!




Some mates from hereford came down for one top house party, this is Rob Dunkerley on the left, Chloe Levitt in the middle and me on the right.




This was one of the times i managed to get away with riding competitivly without having a seizure, this was the urban dh event held on the uni plymouth campus. It was a great day, and it was nice to see my friends on the sideline. This particular photo made it onto the RedBull Events website. :) clearly it was the shades that did it. Results of the day, think i was 42 out of, 100 or something.




This is me and Ruth, we had some high highs and some low lows in 2010, disregarding that, i still really like this picture.





The T shirts, the walk, the facial expressions, The 2010 Tour De France Gang!





Kite flying with mum and dad in Wales. A great day.





This a great photo, taken either by Ruth Milne or Emily Hope. The green of the rock, the blue of my hood, and of course the sea, everything in this photo just works. Quite an emotive one for me this one.






Ah my dad, Stephen Wetherbee. This was taken on holiday in Majorca, It been a terrible year for my dad, but this photo for me shows him, and myself in a moment of complete ignorance and happiness. We were both looking at a sunset behind the villa.



So there you have it, my Top 10/11 photographs from 2010. There are hundreds of pictures, i probably could re do this in a few weeks and end up with a few different pictures, but i think this selection sums up my year. Its been a year of highs, and a year of lows, with the lows probably coming out on top, but it has been a close call, lets see is the positives will outweigh the negatives in 2011.

My Dad

Ive been unsure how to tackle this topic for some time now, I was thinking of whether i should outline everything or just put it out there straight up, to be honest there's no sugar coating or denying it anymore.

My dad has been fighting cancer for around 4 years now, maybe more. I think four years is a bloody good battle, and in that four years we as a family have tried to make the most of everything possible. Now though I fear the cancer is winning, over the last 6 months he has deteriorated significantly, and the last two months have seen him in and out of a local hospice in attempts to control his pain.

He has metastatic paraganglioma, which as a simple google search will tell you is a very rare adaptation of an already very rare cancer. He has multiple tumors under his skin, literally just below the skin, you cant see them, but you can feel them, perhaps the size of a small balling bearing, 2-3mm in diameter. At last count he had 53, mum stopped counting months ago.

Yup, sooo umm, I think Im going to go public with this blog, put the url up somewhere, Ive told close friends about the situation, but frankly, everyone is going to know soon enough. And that right there is an example of the most horrific thoughts that start going through your head when a family member gets ill.
I sometimes question whether its normal, whether i should be having such thoughts, but i think in hindsight its actually all part of the coping strategy and indeed a way to prepare your self, hopelessly, for the unbearable off all thoughts that your dad is going to die, and nothing, nothing can prepare you for that.

Trying to prepare yourself for the death of a loved one is the last thing anyone wants to go through and the last thing that you can strike up in a conversation and indeed get advice for.

Add on top the fact that in 2010 ive lost my drivers license, my seizures temporarily returned meaning ive lost my main hobby indefinably, ive broken my shoulder, had surgery, along with many other things and your start to get an idea of just how much shit ive been through this year. Im not looking for sympathy, just an appreciation of the fact ive got a lot going on, and im not perfect all the time, i dont always talk to you, im not always as positive as i was, and im not always as thoughtful as i was. But that doesnt mean i dont care anymore, it just means that for the time being, im a little preoccupied to say the least.

Id like to lay this year to rest, fuck off 2010, bring on 2011, but you know what, again with the horrible thoughts, I thought 2010 was the worst year of my life, but its hasn't been because Ive had my dad for the entire year, ive had my dad for twenty one years, and the thought that 2011 will be the year when that all changes, and it wont be 22 years, he wont see me graduate, that's unbearable, but of course in true Wetherbee style, he may well make a surprise recovery, getting considerably better and carrying on for a few years, after all he was given 6 months to live over two years ago, so that not only underlines the strength of my dad, but also, just how wrong the doctors have got nearly every aspect of my dads case.

Well anyway, I could carry on writing but to be honest I think about the situation enough without having to write it all out. So thats whats going on, and thats why im not myself lately. Im not asking anything of anyone, in fact im not even sure if i will make this public, it might not be a good thing having everyone know, some people are just really shit when it comes to things like this, and deal with it by staying away, so perhaps ill just keep it with those who know.

thats just the tip of the iceberg in terms of how im feeling of late, i dont think i could even convey how i feel if i tried, so I'll just leave it there.

Happy New Year? No.

Another post in my 'hide away' blog spot! Only this time, shock horror I haven't broken anything, nope, no broken bones, no torn muscles, i just figured id give my non existent audience an update.
I think its been around 8 weeks since i broke my collar bone, and around 7 since i had surgery. So far things are going well. Ive been seeing a physio once and a while which has undoubtedly helped my shoulder no end, although the last time i went i was given some pretty savage exercises to do. The previous sessions simply involved carrying out assisted exercises, such as lifting my arm above my head with the aid of my other arm. These were, quite honestly piss easy to do, now whether she sensed that i found this easy as pie or not i don't know, but she soon had me doing some more complex exercises.

My most recent involves lying on the floor on my front, relaxing my shoulder blades down and in, and then extending my bad arm out and holding it there for 5 whole minutes! i don't think Ive done it for 5 minutes so so far, and I'm supposed to do this three times a day! what am i supposed to do drop down in the library and Ly there for Min's? I do a standing version in the shower in the mornings though.

So the shoulder is doing well, Physio is fun as the girl, Amie, is very attractive, always a bonus, and as long as i avoid over using my shoulder, I'm on track for my next batch of surgery in March. :)


Scabies!!!

yes, you read right; Scabies, my flat mate came home today and announced to the house that he might have Scabies, and judging by his skin, id say he does. grrrrreat, so as if my year could not have gone any shittier it looks like I'm probably going to get scabies. or am i? The Internet says its past on via skin to skin contact and generally anything that a mite might (whey) crawl onto. Well in sure a mite isn't going to crawl onto a door handle now will it? So i should be safe as long as i don't, i dunno, go in his room and Ly on his bed, no chance, so if i keep my distance i think i might just survive. Also, they don't like hairy skin, so i should be safe!

What else is going on. Hmm, lots of uni work that is keeping me busy, Ive been home to see dad who is quite ill, (but that's for another post) and there has been a bit of drama about my old house, and indeed the people in the old house, but again i shall save that all up for a nice rant at a later date.

Movember!

how could i forget, I decided to par-take in Movember this year, which is simply a month of the year in which you don't shave. The point...to raise awareness of Prostate Cancer. Anything that raises awareness of Cancer is a good thing in my books. SO here are some pictures of my effort from the start of the month and the end. I certainly talked a lot more about Prostate Cancer than i ever have before so i guess its a success.

THERE WERE TWO PHOTOS HERE, BEFORE AND AFTER MOVEMBER BUT SHITTY CRAPPY GOOGLE + FUCKED THINGS UP AND IVE LOST THEM.



Ok that's all. Watch this Space for a massive rant in the weeks to come about Girls, Shit Housing, being over worked, and much more.

Cheers


Photos: Whitsand Bay, Our Xmas Tree, Xmas Snowflakes and my Movember efforts

My Shoulder

Here goes another unlucky event.

I've had a pretty unstable shoulder for years, i hurt it, it gets better, i hurt it some more, it gets better again. Well over the summer on a surf sesssion on the south coast of devon i managed to hurt it again, only this time, it didnt get better.
I was dropping in to an average sized wave about to drop left, however as i popped up my left arm slipped off the rail of my board and took my shoulder with it. I assume it was the sudden force to nothing, it felt like my shoulder had been ripped out of its socket. I paddled in immediately knowing that this was pretty serious and there was no way i could carry on surfing that day.

After weeks of rehabbing the shoulder since that incident, it finally started feeling normal. During this period in which i couldn't ride bikes, i had built up a new bike for the bmx track. My local bmx track is sick and i was keen to ride it on a new bike. With a flowy first straight, huge double on the second, a super tech third and finally a real fun fourth straight, it was a bmx track that provided serious fun, and something to really challenge everyone. Well, its seriously challenged me for all the wrong reasons. I had most of the track dialled on my old bike, though in my eagerness to get back to riding i forgot i was on a new bike and got a jump wrong, very wrong.



The last jump on the track, i was coming in too slow but i still tried to gap it. I ended up landing front wheel on top of the landing pitching me over the bars about 3ft to flat tarmac. My left arm went down and took an absolute hiding, almost immediatly it felt like it wasnt in the socket, but there wasnt the assosiated pain with it. a few seconds later and it was caining, a good deal of pain, how i drove home i dont know. It turned out i had a 'bankart lesion' of the 'anterior labum' in the left shoulder, something that was to be followed up with an anthrogram andMRI to determine the scale of the lesion. After this i spent a good month or more doing nothing but relaxing the shoulder and taking it easy until my follow up appointment to review my shoulder. however in between this was the first ride of the year with the new group of riders at Plymouth uni. I was feeling good so i went along with all the lads.

and so History repeats itself. I rode my new bike at the bmx track for the first time, and broke myself, now i find myself up the woods on my downhill bike for the first time in over 2 months and im about to break myself again, only this time a hell of a lot worse. For the first hour everything is fine, not a flinch from my shoulder, it seems fine. So feeling ok i try and go for some of the jumps up there, they are really good fun and Ive hit them plenty of times so all is good. I hit the jump too fast, i cock up the landing and go shoulder first into a tree. Can you guess which shoulder? yup, the left, the same one ive screwed over in the past.

A quick roll of the shoulder confirms it feels very stiff, but nothing more than that, so ichecked my shoulder visually...



'oh shit'
'guys i need to go to hospital now'
' no seriously, im going to hospital right now' *already walking

one look at my shoulder was all it took, i could see my bone under the skin, under the skin by a fraction of a millimeter. The pain kicks in, now this is pain, this is pain like ive never felt before. My vision starts to close in and i have to control moy breathing, i feel like im about to pass out, "just get to an ambulance" i think to myself. Matt has called one to meet me at the carpark, over a mile away down some rough track. The walk was pretty bad, every step i take jars my shoulder and i have visions of my shoulder bone popping through my skin. After what seems like forever i reach the ambulance

"Can i have some drugs please"
"well lets have a look at you first" *peels my top back and looks at shoulder
"Right lets get you those drugs"

the ambulance is horrific, every corner slides my arm around causing agony
"on a scale of..."
"NINE"
he gets the picture.

I was pretty relieved to get to A&E. When i arrived they fannied about for a bit but soon realized i was pretty pissed off with a bone in my shoulder about to say hello to the world so they got me some Morphine. OH Morphine how i love you so! one syringe of morphine, my legs turned to jelly and i immediately felt six pints of beer down, but without the negative effects. For the next hour i drifted in and out of consciousness whilst i was poked, prodded and x rayed. Before i knew it my friends has turned up and i was being kicked out of hospital with a sling on.




Now i dont know about you, whoever you are, but judging by this picture i should never have been allowed home.

Almost ten days i spend like that untill i finally get surgery. Over those ten days i spent, hmm 9 of them drugged up to my eye balls, and of my weeks lectures i stayed awake for 1 of them. Surgery was welcome news. 3hours under the knife, one titanium plate and 6 bolts later im awake and sporting a normal looking shoulder. Result.

It turned out that i broke my left clavicle into into three pieces via two breaks. I had also shortened the length of my shoulder. As you can see form the picture i managed to put two 90degree angles in a straight piece of bone. Luckily none of this had any effect on the original issue with my shoulder which was the anterior lesion of the Labum.

Im writing this today having just got back from my follow up review of my original shoulder problem, the review goes a little like this...

...Predominant abnormality on the scan is seen in the region of the Posterior Labrum. Medially displaced due to labral tear. Also Chondral loss and a small loose body seen adjacent to the posteroinferior labrum measuring approc 9mm in max dimension. Everything else is intact.

Im having more surgery in feb/march to correct the damage done, this will be key hole surgery with two incisions; posterior and anterior. Post of rehab is another 4 weeks in a sling followed by a few more months rehab. No sport untill July.

So there you have it. That has been pretty much the talking point of my life for the last month or more, and will be for a few more months to come! I never thought my unlucky streak would get this bad!

Night Terror

so much has happened since i came back from europe with my friends, i dont even know where to start. As you (yes i'm still assuming someone out there is reading all this) will know i started this blog to document a seemingly negative streak of activites, and there have been plenty of those that's for sure.

Let me set the scene of my recent misfortunes.

Its 2:05 in the morning and im coming to you from my bed as roughly an hour ago i just experienced my first ever "night terror" or at least thats what i think it was. I had taken some Tramadol at 8:00pm and then took two more at 12 middnight. I can only assume that this night terror was a bi product of those drugs. As i was drifting off to sleep i was aware i was having some nasty pre dreams in what is called a hypnogogic state. i saw a very sinister looking man, skin head beard and im pretty sure i witnessed i hung person. This was very scary yet as i wasnt fully asleep i awoke peacfully and put tried to think of happy things. However everytime i drifted off i had these negative dreams. It became appaernt it was the medication and before like i was thinking to myself thiat it was going to be a long night. Here i am an hour later after an abbrupt awkening from a dream/nightmare/night terror.

Im not entirly sure what it was, i dont remember vivid images or anything of clarity, all i know is i got this sence of something closing in on me whilst i was still dreaming and once it closed in on me i awoke. i did the stereotypical nightmare motion of going from horizontal to sitting bolt up right in about a second. I was immediatly immersed with a great sense of terror and fear and irrationally i ran to me door turned the lights on and entered the corridor hoping one of my flat mates was there. It was at this point i became aware of my breathing, i was breathing rapidly, like id just done a 100 metre sprint. With no one in the corridor i text my friend who i can assume was asleep upstairs and returned to my room and turned my computer on. Thankfully about 30minutes later my flat mate came back from a gig and i was able to talk to him for a while before returning to bed. Now im sat in bed typing this, and as i type im finding myself wondering over and over "what the hell was all that about?!"

Ive has nightmares, i wake up, they are not pleasent and i feel uneasy, but i never run to my door pettrified and very emotional. This is something completly new to me and is something i do not want to experience again.

Why am i on Tramadol? that would be my broken Clavicle. But i will talk about that in a seperate post as I want to include a picture.

The 'Right' Decisions Are Never The Fun Decisions

I feel its time for some more catharsis, a lot has happened since my last post on here and it needs to be dealt with.

after my last post which outlined a seizure at the bmx track, i went to Europe with some friends to watch le Tour de France.

Its worth pointing out that a seizure severely effects your short term memory, IE when i woke up from the seizure it took me a while to remember who i was, who everyone else wasm and in fact, where i was. this SO subsides and your memory comes back. However, throughout the entirety of my time spent on mainland Europe i was completely incapable of remembering certain events from merely a few days ago. For example my friends would talk of a meal we had out a few days ago, and much to their amusement, i couldn't remember it for the life of me until details of that event were talked about.

apart from my inability to hold much in my short term memory I had a great time out there, I think! Delft is a fantastic city, everyone cruises around on vintage bicycles, baffled by nothing, bothered by no one. Canals line shop fronts and avenues of trees, its a people city, a cycle city, my kind of city! Rotterdam saw the first stage of the cycling which was fun. Though the most exciting event we witnessed was one down towards the spa region? where ever it was it was a cobbled section, so there were hundreds of cyclists pouring into a narrow, uneven cobbled road, though road insinuates it was a wide passage, it was more of a cobbled pathway. the sun was beating down and everyone was in high spirits. When the rides came through there was dust everywhere, the atmosphere was electric!

The cobbled section marked the end of our trip, from here we had a straightforward trip back to England.

at the moment of typing I'm currently on 400mg a day, that's 200mg twice daily. i feel fine, i don't think Ive changed at all, however i haven't had a good opportunity to ride my bike to find out whether just 400mg can control my seizures. I literally got my bike sorted out last night and soon after went to the bike track to test it out. all was going well and i felt good on the bike, but i soon relapsed into the tendencies of my old bike. Forgetting i was on a new bike a underestimated a jump, came up short and fell of.

Now I'm nursing a separated shoulder and 6 weeks of rest. 6 weeks from now should see me on 800mg of my meds a day, though is there any point if i wont be riding or surfing?

Ive also surrendered and handed in my drivers licence. This was a big decision i knew i was going to have to face up to at some point, id been putting it off long enough. So Ive sent my licence back to the DVLA and I'm currently waiting to hear form them about my situation and when i can start driving again.

so to follow the trend of my last post, I've gone from two seizures too three, a drivers licence complete with driving job to unemployed and with no licence, and physically healthy to a separated shoulder and rest for 6 weeks.
I thought i would be more annoyed last night, perhaps I've just given up caring to the point were i cant even be arsed to get angry anymore? or maybe that with everything that's going on with my dad I'm not in any position to whine?

by the by, I'm sure my mood will steadily worsen, especially with the prospect of a sling for a few weeks, and rest, REST, me rest? no. 6 weeks also takes me to within a few days of round 6 of the pearce cycles downhill series, so do i risk entering that? or get a refund ( i need the money) and rest my shoulder up some more so i can have a season of surfing and riding throughout the winter, i think the latter makes more sense.

Oh Ive also had a week abroad with the family, but i shall blog about that at a later date. good day to anyone who reads this!

Gone back 10 years

Well i never thought i'd see this day.

But just what exactly has happened since my last post?

my MRI was normal which is really good, so i went away from that meeting feeling positive. Ive been riding bikes since, sometimes with no problems what so ever and other times with a clear aura/pre ictal/partial absence leaving me a little un-nerved. However last week I pushed myself a little too far at the bmx track and ended up having another seizure, my 3rd this year.

As a result i have made the decision to resume Sodium Valproate/Epilim after an interlude ov over 10years. Im currently on 100mg a day for 2 weeks before upping that to 200mg. to be honest i dont want to go anywhere near the suggested 800mg a day so im going to try and see if i can get controlled on the smallest amount possible with some investigative work involving me on my bicycle. After all it had become apparent that my trigger for these seizures is riding my bike. riding my bike is the one thing i have in life that i turn to when im feeling shit, so its ironic that biking is now the one thing that makes me feel shit via a seizure, not make me feel better and able to escape other shit.

and as for surfing...well the consequences of a seizure whilst in the water are not worth thinking about, though interestingly ive never had a pre ictal phase when surfing like i have when riding my bike. why? i have no idea, possibly something to do with body temperature? surfing's more passive relaxing nature? i dont think i will ever know.

thats another point, not knowing makes the whole situation alot more difficult to deal with, i have no idea why i have suddenly started having seizures, which has certainly made taking pills again a lot harder to swallow. that was possibly the greatest pun ever! i have no closure on the situation other than " you'll be on meds for several years, and by that i mean 3-5years" then we can look at possibly coming off the meds again...but that just creates more issues in itself. uhhh

i hate this entire situation.

so in the last 4 months i have gone from normal, to having a break through seizure, to having two more seizures, to being back on meds for several years.

2010 has not been a good year.

MRI

My MRI was normal, yes they found my brain! and yes it's all normal.

s=So what now?

I should perhaps have looked at my last blog to see what was going on last time i blogged, but i'll 'take it from the top'.

My fantastic unlucky streak took a real turn when i had a seizure in Scotland whilst i was attending the Downhill Mountain Bike Student Champs. I was pushing my bike along the fire road to the uplift service when, well next thing i know i woke up on the floor with no idea, not a clue what was going on, who i was, who anyone was, and more importantly to me at the time, why somebody had stuck a needle in my arm!?!
it took me a good 30mins to recover from a very deep state of amnesia, i finally realised i was in scotland to ride bikes, but then the pressing issue hit me...

...id just had a seizure.

I wont delve into my past but this isnt the first time that ive had a seizure, i was diagnosed with epilepsy a good 10 years ago, and have spend the last 6 years of my life with NO medication, NO seizures. so whats suddenly changed? I managed to go on and complete my race the following day, most people tend to sleep ALOT after a seizure, well i was in scotland and it took 10hours to get there so not racing wasnt an option. id spent most of the time immediatly before the seizure learning the track, and because of my seizure i had to race the track with little idea of where i was going, but i still managed to finish 95th beating 67% of the feild.




I spent the following week, maybe two in a complete state of denial, and very complacent about the topic if it ever properly slipped into my stream of thought. Along with the help of some very good friends i decided to tell my parents, it was the last thing the needed to hear, but in hindsight i think it was for the best.

After two weeks in denial, then a good day and copious amounts of alcohol i felt fine with the idea of just forgetting it ever happened and carrying on in life, however it soon became apparent that it wasnt going to be that simple. a few weeks after that day in scotland i had another seizure, same as before, though this time not as disorientating, presumably because this was becoming common ground, for all the wrong reasons. Since then, inbetween trying to complete coursework and revise for exams ive slotted in a meeting with a neurologist and received a MRI scan just to rule out anything nasty in my brain. though in all honesty i think i did have a "break through seizure" in scotland, and as for the second one, well it did occur in similiar condiitions to that of scotland, so it could even be classed as situational or prevoked, but honestly, not even the neurolist i saw knows for certain, but it would seem my 'epilepsy' is temporarily back.

Ive now lost my job because of what happened, and surfing and riding bikes has now gone from a leisurible hobby to a time in my life where im wondering most whether i will be having a seizure. those two hobbies are my escape from all the crap things in life, now they are a potential source of that crap. However, as a student studying psychology i think ive done well to cope with everything thats happened, espcially on top of various family issues. Saying that ive still got to get through a summer back home in the rural countryside with no car, which is going to make getting to the woods to ride, and getting to the sea to surf a real issue. The last thing i need is that trapped feeling, with no way of just escaping from everything.

I did manage to enter a race last week, and much to my suprise i managed a whole day of riding bikes, racing, and a serious piss up afterwards with no seizure, clean as a whistle, i had some funny moments, but managed to successfully ward off any seizures, LAD.

Myself and two friends managed to sneak in a surf inbetween revision and coursework deadlines, and much to my suprise i actually managed to really enjoy it, without that constant dread and worry of having a seizure, i even had some pretty nice waves. Its going to be interesting to see how things unravel, by the looks of it i might have to go back on medication for a short while just to try and keep the seizures under control...though surely if i know what situation causes them i can just avoid that situation altogether? i guess for now i just have to wait for theMRI results and hope they are clear...then take it from there.

untill then...

and so comes the next decision...

Well, Ive told my parents about my little problem, now I was expecting them to not really be able to give me an answer, however I wasnt expecting them to be quite as shell shocked as they were. They didnt really know what to say to me, which wasnt all that reassuring, but we talked for a good half hour and at least they now know. I dont want to say what the issue is, but rest assured im not going anywhere.

At first, with hind-sight, I seemed to have verry successfully repressed the entire situation for at least a week, however a few beers with a good friend and the topic surfaced. This was bad; I was quite happy ignoring everything, however keeping it inside was bad and mentally unhealthy. I do beleive telling my parents was a good idea, however I cant help feeling that simply carring on 'under the radar' would have been just as rewarding for my mental state! They already have enough to think about without wondering if im ok, I do feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders though, and for now I can focus on revision and uni.
Untill my exams are over I've just got to put my situation in a box and lock it away and just make sure I do re-open it when the time is right.

Im far too young to making these kind of moral decisions!! but its not going to go away and resolve itself, this is perhaps one of the biggest and most important decision i have ever had to make, mellodramatic? sadly not.

There are plenty of good things going on at the same time though, I had a really good surf at Polzeath a few days ago, and in the next few days im squeezing in some biking. Im spending more and more time doing the things I love in an attempt to keep my sanity at an exceptable level, however in doing so im compromising the amount of work I do for my exams, which ironically will, in time, allow me to do those things I love so much.

oh life you prove so testing! well thats the serious things dealt with for the time being. hopefully things for the time being will pick up!


Perhaps I should introduce myself, im Wurthers.

well this is certainly the start of something

I missed blogging,

Often i'd scrawl on my myspace blog, knowing that few people ever read it and I could pretty much write anything. Well that chance is back on this thing.

My life of late has become full to the brim of problems, so I decided to start a blog, perhaps as a, well, now conscious attempt to work through them and help make sence of everything. It's also a brilliant form of procrastination.

I dont think I will blog retrospectivly, but simply from the immediate present onwards. My parents are visiting tomorrow and I've got to have a very serious conversation with them about my health, thats going to be a barrel of laughs.

So I will leave it at that for now, in time I will set the scene for you...

...untill then.