Something Different

So I've bored you enough with my chat.


Here's what I was eating, watching, listening to, reading and looking at while having my SBRT.


It didn't take long for my phone to know where I was going. Creepy.

I listened to a lot of podcasts: 

Thinking Allowed - really interesting sociological stuff about all sorts of things - drinking cultures, the super rich, vertical cities, poverty

The Doctor Paradox - stories from doctors who do other things.

My friend Conor talking about the history of film - HUAC, silent movies, how terrible Les Mis was. Looking forward to the Star Wars episodes...

Lots of TEDTalks - this one about jails in the U.S was the most moving, but also parenting in war zones, the Columbine shooter's mother and data protection in the sexting era.


I ate some high-end hospital food:

There were motivational posters in the changing room. 

I read some advice on how to manage post-radiotherapy fatigue. I suspect these people do not have small children. 

The music selection while I lay in my clingfilm was pretty priceless:

Staying Alive - eh, irony, anyone?

Some club tunes to NOT dance to while embedded in the eggbox.

And this one, which I can only assume is for the blue-rinse ladies in the waiting room. 

(Warning to any blue-rinsers reading this - DO NOT WATCH THE VIDEO)

I listened to this myself on the way home, though it makes me cry a bit. 

I read a fantastic blog about poverty medicine, and watched the links to Oliver Sacks, Prof Graham Watt and Sir Harry Burns. Still not finished that one, going to go back to Lesson 5.

I finished it all off by attending a Self Harm Awareness Conference, but just missed my Trusty Companion doing his presentation. Got a few free sandwiches and a view of an empty rugby stadium though.

So it all went pretty smoothly, and I learned a lot. Including how exciting a filling station in Urlingford can be while you're sitting waiting for the tow truck...

And then I found a ghost in my footstool! Aaaaghh!