Category: Diary

Old fashioned TV

Oh shit, I’m gonna be on TV!

 In September last year I saw a post on one of the transplant Facebook groups asking for people waiting for lung transplants to help in organ donation awareness promotion. I’ve previously been quite reserved and shy about telling my story, but I figured if I was willing to receive an organ, I better change my attitude! I gave a radio interview to Jack FM which was a momentum fail. I’m

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The Smyths at Oxford

The Smyths Oxford Academy Review 

The Smyths Review, Oxford 02 Academy – November 2019 Despite the abundance of tribute acts listed at the O2 Academy Oxford, I have never seen a live tribute to a band. Having not been old enough to experience The Smiths in their heyday, I was keen to see some of favourite songs performed live.  A quick cheeky pre-gig meal at Red Star and we find ourselves one place-setting along from

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Key events of 1999

Twenty year university reunion

Subtitled, how did I get so old? But more importantly, I am really glad I am so old! Twenty year anniversary of going to uni! In late September 1999, as the media ruminated the cause of Princess Diana’s fatal accident, Lance Armstrong powered to  Tour de France victory, paper ‘solar eclipse’ glasses gathered dust and frantic preparations were being made before the deadly Millenium Bug hit us, I began university

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Flash Glucose Monitoring for CFRD

I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis Related Diabetes (CFRD) in my mid-teens, shortly before my 14th birthday. I remember being in hospital and my schoolmates kindly doing a collection to buy a present, clubbing together to buy me Smash Hits 95. I clearly remember the double cassette (it was the mid 90s, I was years away from a CD player!) with hits of the era including: Dreamer by Livin Joy,

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Cf patient Helen and her dog on a mobility scooter

My first mobility scooter!

As much as I like to think of myself as independent and my stock answer for people asking me how I am is ‘ok-fine- and-you’, I have to admit that my body really does have limitations. These limitations now mean I’ve stopped doing a lot of things I used to enjoy. My ability to cover much ground at more than a snail’s pace is one of these. After a particularly

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