We now have to do a ‘triage’ day despite us always being ‘tickets plz’ working in IT for the past five years, so long story short and thanks to a fuck up I’m in the office, in a very busy part, two days in a row.
Pray for Mojo.
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10foot, Fume, Tox exhibition in London has been shut down due to ‘vandalism’ LOL
Gutted as we were off to see it tomorrow but highly amused by the irony.
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You still gunna be in the smoke?
Possibly. Not decided yet
I watched a vid of someone going round it and it looked pretty underwhelming to me. But it was just a YouTube video so not enough to go on i know.
Not really surprising the place got tagged up! Ha
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About half way through
Had a shower 3 months ago and some water got trapped in my left ear. Everything sounds underwater. If I tap my skull on the left side it’s like someone tapping a microphone. I can hear the water swish from side to side if I tip my head left to right. About ready to stick a knife into my ear to get it out.
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Can you not shake your head and get it out - that would send me insane.
It’s like the water is trapped under some wax. Got an inlaw with fully deaf left ear and half deaf right ear, it must be fucked to go round like that.
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I thought this had happened to me once but it was just a massive plug of wax that was jiggling round and contacting my eardrum. The water/steam had loosened up what was in there and kind of carried it down my ear canal. Get your ears syringed, or if you’ve got the patience, some olive oil drops and a few days of waiting. Having my ears syringed was like leaving the opticians with new glasses but with my ears and while they were doing it, I had to physically restrain myself from twitching my leg like a dog when you’re scratching the right bit. Honestly the best thing ever. Olive oil drops work but hey take 4 or 5 days and it gets worse before it gets better.
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Yeah it’s happened before, I know it’s not permanent so chill about it plus it’ll just pop out and I’ll have superhero hearing again.
similar issue here, but one of my own making, started off as a feeling of water in my ear, that gave up after a day or two but then ended up with a noise in my left ear that became like bones crunching. Much digging around and cleaning out, using oil and all that but then went on for months obsessively checking and cleaning and poking my fat finger in there till I ended up cutting the roof of my ear canal with my jagged nails.
Cut to about 4 months later and smelly discharge being a thing 
went to the docs, took one look and all the picking i’d gave myself eczema of the ear canal and a nasty scratch. Gave me a spray and some ointment and it’s clearing up nicely.
Get it checked is my advice, pharmacy might be able to help if not the docs
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Dunno if this should be under stoked/not stoked/mental health or what
Made the decision yesterday that enough was enough and this year would be the year I finally get my motorbike license after years of procrastinating. Wife gives me the the disapproving “do what you want response” with the thinly veiled “aye, we’ll see” undertones…she knows me too well and knows I probably won’t see it through
So, in the spirit of openness I tell my daughter this morning, 11 years old, while in the car. Silence ensues, I look round and she crying, crying hard. I ask her what’s wrong, she says “I don’t like that, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you”
Jesus christ, she’s made comments before but not like this, no amount of “I’ll be careful” would calm her down. I made the promise there and then that I didn’t want to see her like that and I wouldn’t do it. Gee whizz kids are awesome at the guilt trips (joke)
She did say that I could continue mountain biking and skateboarding so that’s something 
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More post transplant vaccines today…
Nurse ‘Are you ready?’
Me ‘Yep.’
Injects me… I wasn’t fucking ready, these things hurt!!!
Nurse ‘That’s going to bruise up nicely.’
As I’ve said I’ve had more injections, blood tests, cannulas, plasma, fluid draining, tubes hanging out of my arms, stomach and neck, ect as anyone can have over the last three or four years, I don’t mind needles at all but fuck me, these are painful. Only four more rounds to go.
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Just opened up insta to see that Doug has passed away. I’m truly gutted, such sad news.
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Yeah what the fuck. Awful, awful news.
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Doug’s sister Catherine died a few weeks back. At least now they are together.
Rest in peace to them both x
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Really sad. He was always really kind to me.
Damn, thats so sad. I just rewatched his Sidewalk Raconteurs documentary the other week.
Rest in Peace.
No family should have to suffer the tragedy Doug and the McLaughlan’s experienced. I know his later years were marked by incidents of behaviour that negatively impacted a number of people and whilst I no way condone those actions, I doubt many of us could possibly begin to understand what it felt like to walk in his shoes and I certainly understand why he chose to drown out the pain.
Doug was, without a doubt, the most charismatic person I ever met. Whether it stemmed from some prehistoric manliness (tales of winning a “biggest cock competition” at a nightclub in Livi) or just some inate ability to connect with other people - nobody could meet Doug and not fall in love with his wit and verve.
I remember taking a flight to Madrid with him after his attack, it was the first time he’d been out of the country post recovery and was hit by a wave of anxiety in the departure lounge of Manchester Airport. Always on the blag, he squeezed a couple of JD’s out of me and we eventually took to the plane without incident. It’s worth bearing in mind that Doug always travelled light - one tee, two pants, two socks was all he ever carried - and he hadn’t been home for a good week before we left, so he wasn’t exactly at his freshest. We’re were allocated seats next to an exceedingly snooty business woman in her mid 30’s, all perfect hair and immaculate shoes, and the look of disgust at being cramped in by us two urchins could not have been written more clearly over her face. By the time we landed in the Spanish capital she was feeding Dougy peanuts one by one, plying him with booze and gazing into his eyes like a love struck teen.
That’s just the guy Dougy was. It didn’t matter who you were or where you were from, he was the funniest guy on every trip, the smoothest talker in every room. Nobody should suffer the amount of trauma he was forced to experience and, like Anon says, at least he and Cat are together again.
Rest easy Dougy
“Yessai”
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