The routine is well embedded. It doesn’t matter if it’s the holidays or if I’m off work (through illness or other reasons) as I am today. Every Monday , Wednesday and Friday I leave home at 4:30pm to arrive here at 5pm for four hours of dialysis. prior to departure about an hour before, I … Continue reading Monday, Wednesday, Friday Nights
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Cutting The Lawn
It’s a small thing - probably something that most of you have done already this year. Certainly the lawn needed a good trim. However, for me it is a sign of a return to normality. Since last summer I really have not had the energy to contemplate much in the way of housework let alone … Continue reading Cutting The Lawn
Matter of Routine
I have settled into the routine. Each Monday, Wednesday and Friday evening I get dropped off at 6pm for a 4 hour session of dialysis. At a time which varies but is usually between 10:30pm and 11:30pm I get picked up and go home to sleep. Those of you who are mathematically minded will notice … Continue reading Matter of Routine
Infection
I have been admitted to MKUH following a bout of gastroenteritis which left me feeling very unwell. It possibly started on Monday when my Tesier Line became very sore. The first symptoms came Wednesday when during dialysis I suddenly became extremely cold and started shivering uncontrollably. This lasted quite a while and led to body … Continue reading Infection
Wide Awake
It’s just before 4am as I write this. The middle of yet another sleepless night. I have seen each hour of the night so far and it’s been like this for days now. The sleeping tablets (Amitriptyline) had limited effect and I have stopped taking them. Basically they made me drowsy but did not result … Continue reading Wide Awake
Washed Out
A reflection on the past few days
The Boy in the Bed
In a ward of grumpy old men there was one who was much younger. Almost half my age (a little over 30) but looking half of even this. Severely disabled he did not speak, face mask to aid breathing up often removed with deliberate yet uncontrolled hands. Whatever his needs they were mental and physical … Continue reading The Boy in the Bed
One Year
A year ago I was living in Mwanza. In fact, though I did not know it at the time, this day (April 1st) would be my last full day in Tanzania. A year ago tomorrow we would be heading off for a holiday in Kenya. However, Easter is a moveable feast and as such has … Continue reading One Year
It never rains…
It never rains but it pours. This English idiom describes the fact that just when you think it can't get worse something else comes along to make you re-evaluate your thinking. Such has been the past 48 hours or so.
New Norm
The ring of the alarm. 7 am Morning comes too soon. On a good night I've been up twice. But sometimes thrice. Early hours ablutions. Within minutes they are up. Wife an daughter. Showers, hairdryers, dressed, breakfast out. The hustle and bustle of a typical morning followed by Silence. The house is quiet. Maybe another … Continue reading New Norm
Rebuilding
Having been overseas for three years and having no intention of returning to Britain, it has been quite a shock to the system to be back here. Now, as we adjust to the reality, we are in the process of rebuilding our UK lives. Anita has secured her old job in Milton Keynes (in fact … Continue reading Rebuilding
Full Circle!
We have returned. After three years we are back in MK. It seems like a lifetime and yet it seems like yesterday. We never imagined we would be back here on any permanent basis but here we are. God has a sense of humour.Anita starts work on Tuesday back at her old place of work … Continue reading Full Circle!
Reunited
The photos tell it all. Picked up the family at Heathrow this morning - Reunited.
Change
Recently in Mwanza a group of expats and Tanzanian nationals have started up a group called Mwanza Storytellers. The aim is to allow people to share their stories on a chosen theme. So approximately once a month they have gathered at the Yacht Club. Anita was asked to talk at the most recent (and her … Continue reading Change
Term End
Today is the first day of the Summer Holidays for all my colleagues at Isamilo International School. Yesterday they gathered to say their goodbyes and to pack up their rooms for the summer. The traditional leaving gifts were presented (a dressing gown made from local kitengi cloth). Throughout the week leaving parties have been had … Continue reading Term End
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