So I might have an explanation for why I can’t keep weight on, bad gas and tiredness.
Woman had noticed all these and said they aren’t healthy or normal, and said I might be malnourished. Which seemed silly, because my diet was fine. Eventually, I booked in with the doctor, who wanted to test for malabsorbtion on hearing symptoms. Says it’s not coeliac disease, but might be pancreatic insufficiency. I’m not making enough enzymes to digest my daily gains.
So the next day I was taking a plastic spoon to my morning shit, and worrying about having pancreatic cancer. Sparked a nice conversation with the woman that went like:
“What happens if one of us gets cancer?”
“They work until they can’t, and the other person looks after them until they get better or die. The cancer person ensures the other has enough support for what comes after.”
Which was comforting. It’ll be fine.
The doc also confirmed that the marble I put up my ass as an eleven-year old was likely passed and wouldn’t contribute to symptoms. Which was a relief. Plus visiting the doctor was “free”. Thanks socialised medicine.
Having the bike over has been great – beat or nearly beat my workmate on his motorbike over about 2.5 miles.
Matt varnished the Zaku II and RG Gundam – looks great. Brings down the shine on the plastic, and makes it look like painted metal. Probably can’t be caught with a camera though.
Life in the UK is good.
Got a friend coming over for some camping next weekend, and we’re doing a blacksmithing course. Karaoke tonight.