'No noticeable difference'

Good stuff to hear - 'no noticeable difference' in 2 years.

There's a slight narrowing of a blood vessel adjacent to the mass, not a cause for concern. There are also a couple of fluid spots, not a cause for concern either. Neurologist doesn't feel he needs to see me for another six months, and no MRI for another 12 months to keep an eye on it. His 6mth update report to VicRoads states that he considers me "an acceptably low risk" to continue driving.

Liver function test also as expected: a lowering of one particular enzyme indicates liver is working harder than normal, and there's a slightly lower than normal white blood cell count. Both are indicative of taking 800mg of Tegretol per day.

We had a little family celebration with a Cambodian lunchtime feast at the Purple Orchid in Springvale.

...I start Yoga again on Monday.
Atlas comes out later this afternoon. There is MUCH to do/see out there.
May get that tenor sax octave key fixed.
(...and sorting out my superannuation doesn't seem like such folly.)

Fragil- or perhaps a pint of Harden the Fuck Up

A beautiful weekend camping down Foster way with Kim, Nix, Andy, Anna, Felix and Pearl - in magnificent Victorian autumnal weather ... grand times and many a laugh (kids pretty harsh with their letter to the Easter Bunny though).

Results Friday.

It's Wednesday night and I've had my 3rd glass of the local pinot gris.

Having a YouTube night on the couch -it started with toe tapping Mumford and Sons (the 4 part Gentlemen of the Road series), moved to their bookshop session of Lion Man, and somehow ended up at Sting, Fragile (went looking for a live version with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra).

Of course I should go to bed.

BUT, it occurred to me that another possibility for a 'bigger' result of the MRI is pull up stumps and sit in a Portuguese fishing village with no other aim than to learn the Fragil guitar solo, and learn it well.

Then it also occurred to me that Drama Queen sneaks in under the second glass. Down Gippsland way - Foster Pub, Toora Pub out Wilson's Prom Country - you'd get a whack on the shoulder about now and told with a wink you might need a pint of Harden the Fuck Up.

Sage advice. Bed time.

Trying to smile in General Electric's tunnel of love

And the big wheel keep on turning, neon burning, up above
And I'm just high on the world...

MRI time last Friday night.

...now the wait for results.

'Bigger' = a big walk someplace.
'Smaller' = a party and bonfire rumpus that you'll be able to see and hear across the Pacific.


This is about 4th time in the big breadmaker with its crazy sounds - it's not a Friday night outing anyone would elect to do, and like any unpleasant task injecting some sort of fun can alleviate the anxiety and stress of it a bit.

...She put her hand in my pocket, I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel, I stood and watched her walk away

Other times I've regressed to 8 years old (not difficult some might say) and cast a role for myself in a new Star Wars, having commandeered Luke Skywalker's pod, shooting off to some bizarre planet.

...It helps to smile.

She said you are the perfect stranger, she said baby, just keep it like this

This time I got a grin courtesy of ancient Knopfler ... though you're not allowed to tap your feet in this General Electric Tunnel of Love.

And girl it looks so pretty to me,
just like it always did
Like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids




...and now i'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
in any shooting gallery where promises are made
to rockaway rockaway ...

Get Better Bear wants back to HDU

Brand new kitten to Get Better Bear: "wanna play?"

Get Better Bear to self: "Shit ... life was a whole lot easier back in High Dependency Unit"