Not a great week to be honest, felt pretty tired all the time more so than usual and unfortunately work was the first thing to give, which isn’t really fair.

Putting work to one side it wasn’t a bad week, did some shopping and scooped up a few nice items amongst them an organiser and folio [ The Bridge, obviously], and then a nice fountain pen with a retractable nib. You may not learn much about Hep C here but you may pick up a few style tips

Maybe its the time of year but there seems to have been somewhat of an outbreak of “bitter regrets” amongst the Hep C forums and blogs. Usually I have a less than zero tolerance for whining but in the spirit of open mindedness decided to take a quick look back over the last 20 odd years and see if I had any “bitter regrets”.

I found one….

About two weeks ago I went for a spot of lunch with my business partner and our tax accountant, local food pub which is part of a chain but they pretend its not. Usually not a bad place, ideal really for a casual business lunch. So the round goes in, my partner gets a lager shandy, tax guy asks for a Guinness but they have run out, fair enough I thought, after all its not for me. I asked for a sparkling water, out of stock, OK then just a still water…out of stock. Here comes the bitter regret, I just stood there like a startled rabbit mumbling something along the lines of “are you serious”. What I should have done is asked for the manager or ess and proceeded to rag doll them round the bar for 20 minutes. Just to be clear if it would have been an ess I wouldn’t have hit her, after all you should never hit a women, I do however reserve the right to shake the shit out of them.

If only you could live your life all over again, but you can’t. I have thought about professional counseling but have decided to take responsibility myself and have vowed never to make the same mistake again. So if you are a landlord or landlady do yourself a favour, go check your stocks of water products. If you do run out of stock and see a boy [immaculately dressed, devastatingly handsome, twinkle in his eye] shoving a months supply of Ribavirin and 4 syringes up his anus [one has been a guest of Her Majesty previously, obviously], then something bad is just about to happen. Then you will have a bitter regret but this time I won’t.

With that out the way the 24 week PCR test looms a little closer and that does prey on my mind a little to be honest. I can totally understand why some Doctors are loath to do “unauthorised” tests, for many people the fewer the tests the less the stress. If it isn’t something that will alter the course of treatment I think its best, on balance, to try and avoid the PCR tests.

To end on a more positive note had an enjoyable “night out” with an old friend, nice Japanese restaurant and home to bed early is what passes for a “night out” nowadays. Had a good long chat, mainly listening as he has been over in China exploring business oppertuinties and to be frank thats been far more interesting than my last few months. Interestingly the subject of my health never came up, I know he knows and he knows that I know he knows, maybe in these cases its the responsibility of the sickie to bring the subject up. After all if we really want to raise awareness of hep c the first step has to be made by us, right?

This weeks inspiration, should you choose to accept it…..

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

- Winston Churchill:

Keep the faith, kill the virus and keep water product stocks high!

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