After a horrible day yesterday where I did absolutely nothing apart from a 50 minute exercise bike session, I have been a bit more active today with a 2 hour walk in the damp up to our cricket ground and around the park.
Activity is ramping up at the club. Wickets are being cut and our first junior training session is on Friday. Matches I believe will start from a week on Saturday, and I'm excited and anxious at the same time. I want to play, but I'm very frightened still, despite all manner of precautions that will be taken.
Likewise when I go back to work. I've become very used to isolation and in my Autism Spectrum way have become conditioned to this routine. Which has become a very nocturnal one too.
Today, all the nature pictures are taken from one single buddleia bush at the entrance to Waitrose; because of the cool day the visiting buzzers and flutterers were being quite sluggish and easy to photograph for a change.
This enabled me to get my first red admiral shots of the year.
This red admiral is lucky. It can afford to shop at Waitrose, which is more than can be said for me.
Si
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Wednesday, 8 July 2020
A Waitrose Red Admiral
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Thursday, 7 March 2019
Wretched Day
At work, we've been hosting a Doctor Bike who we have been getting to fix any minor problems with our colleagues' bicycles. It's been a successful event, despite involving a lot of standing around in the cold and wet, and we've provided free lights to riders who didn't have any too.
Anyone with a puncture, got that fixed up as well.
The last of these sessions was yesterday.
This morning, as I arrived at work, I got a puncture. A puncture I had to sort out myself with only a couple of tools and a quick release wheel that was anything but. In the rain. With dyspraxic hands and general clumsy cretin realness.
I was almost crying and screaming, but I got it done.
Then, as I went to go home, the fitting on my front light snapped. My fitting of the new inner was off as well. I felt like riding off a bridge
I've been having to fix the bloody thing when I got home.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 07.03.19
Anyone with a puncture, got that fixed up as well.
The last of these sessions was yesterday.
This morning, as I arrived at work, I got a puncture. A puncture I had to sort out myself with only a couple of tools and a quick release wheel that was anything but. In the rain. With dyspraxic hands and general clumsy cretin realness.
I was almost crying and screaming, but I got it done.
Then, as I went to go home, the fitting on my front light snapped. My fitting of the new inner was off as well. I felt like riding off a bridge
I've been having to fix the bloody thing when I got home.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 07.03.19
Saturday, 10 October 2015
"On the Move" with Oliver Sacks
The recent death of the famous neurologist Oliver Sacks made me more determined than ever to read his final work, his autobiography "On the Move". I owed it to him, for I owe him my sanity.
Once upon a time there was a university student prone to distressing bouts of obsessive thoughts, rages, and who's strange ticcing behaviours had been remarked upon, and made fun of, for years. By my final year at University, with finals approaching, I just didn't know what to do any more. I'd seen counsellors and psychiatrists throughout my studies, and none of them knew what was happening to me. I was really struggling to cope.
One mental health nurse suggested schizophrenia. That went down really well.
In the University bookshop, I idly picked up a copy of his anthology "An Anthropologist on Mars", opened it at random to a chapter on a surgeon with Tourette's Syndrome, and found myself reading standing up in the bookshop, beginning to end.
Reading about me.
A year later, I was given my formal diagnosis, and the improvement in my well being was immediate, simply because I knew it "wasn't my fault" any more, and I wasn't mad. Still been a rocky path, but I'm still here!
As for his book, there are many surprises to learn about the cuddly, bearded fellow, the one essentially played by Robin Williams in "Awakenings", the cinematic adaptation of his book of the same name. You can see from the picture that he was a leather clad biker, a neurological Kerouac-ian hero, a traveller. A bear of a man.
He was also a drug addict for a large part of the 1960s who nearly killed himself with amphetamines, a Muscle Beach powerlifter and record holder, and a gay man who was celibate for 35 years at one point. Indeed the account of how he lost his virginity, which would be essentially rape in modern terminology, is shocking in his calm acceptance of the situation.
What he also makes clear that he was never a great researcher in neurology, rather his fame came from his sympathetic care of his patients combined with his deep observational skill. He has been criticised for exploiting his patients, but to me he stays on the right side of the ethical tightrope - bringing the study of the intricacies of the brain to mere mortals, without compromising his position as a carer. However, he does make it clear that he had to shelve a documentary on one of his Tourette patients after they made threats against him, and his use of terms like "idiots" to describe certain conditions is very jarring to the modern reader.
Indeed, it is his accounts of his freewheeling early life and forays into writing case studies, that form the most readable section of the book. After the 1968-73 period where he describes his work with his "Awakenings" sleepy sickness patients, things begin to flag rather as has life settles down and he gives up his motorbike. A major section towards the end, where he describes a new theory of "neuronal evolution" will almost certainly blow the synapses of a non-expert reader. Fans of his case study writing may also be disappointed, but obviously those works are available to read in their own right.
But overall it is a fascinating account of a deeply human and important man, and I enjoyed it greatly.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 10.10.15
Once upon a time there was a university student prone to distressing bouts of obsessive thoughts, rages, and who's strange ticcing behaviours had been remarked upon, and made fun of, for years. By my final year at University, with finals approaching, I just didn't know what to do any more. I'd seen counsellors and psychiatrists throughout my studies, and none of them knew what was happening to me. I was really struggling to cope.
One mental health nurse suggested schizophrenia. That went down really well.
In the University bookshop, I idly picked up a copy of his anthology "An Anthropologist on Mars", opened it at random to a chapter on a surgeon with Tourette's Syndrome, and found myself reading standing up in the bookshop, beginning to end.
Reading about me.
A year later, I was given my formal diagnosis, and the improvement in my well being was immediate, simply because I knew it "wasn't my fault" any more, and I wasn't mad. Still been a rocky path, but I'm still here!
As for his book, there are many surprises to learn about the cuddly, bearded fellow, the one essentially played by Robin Williams in "Awakenings", the cinematic adaptation of his book of the same name. You can see from the picture that he was a leather clad biker, a neurological Kerouac-ian hero, a traveller. A bear of a man.
He was also a drug addict for a large part of the 1960s who nearly killed himself with amphetamines, a Muscle Beach powerlifter and record holder, and a gay man who was celibate for 35 years at one point. Indeed the account of how he lost his virginity, which would be essentially rape in modern terminology, is shocking in his calm acceptance of the situation.
What he also makes clear that he was never a great researcher in neurology, rather his fame came from his sympathetic care of his patients combined with his deep observational skill. He has been criticised for exploiting his patients, but to me he stays on the right side of the ethical tightrope - bringing the study of the intricacies of the brain to mere mortals, without compromising his position as a carer. However, he does make it clear that he had to shelve a documentary on one of his Tourette patients after they made threats against him, and his use of terms like "idiots" to describe certain conditions is very jarring to the modern reader.
Indeed, it is his accounts of his freewheeling early life and forays into writing case studies, that form the most readable section of the book. After the 1968-73 period where he describes his work with his "Awakenings" sleepy sickness patients, things begin to flag rather as has life settles down and he gives up his motorbike. A major section towards the end, where he describes a new theory of "neuronal evolution" will almost certainly blow the synapses of a non-expert reader. Fans of his case study writing may also be disappointed, but obviously those works are available to read in their own right.
But overall it is a fascinating account of a deeply human and important man, and I enjoyed it greatly.
Si
All text and images copyright CreamCrackeredNature 10.10.15
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