Blogging on

I must admit, before putting pen to keyboard for the first time on here I began to feel slightly nervous about putting my feelings and/or thoughts ‘out there’ – wherever the hell ‘out there’ actually is. Why be nervous though? – it’s not as if anyone other than myself and a couple of mates (I really must find a second one) will ever read the damn thing. On top of that, what is there to be nervous about? Yes I have opinions and yes they might upset one or two people but I’m also confident that I will not be the recipient of the first ever Viral Fatwa.

So here I am, ink all over my Space Bar, making those first tentative steps into a Blogging existence. My good friend Scott has been doing this for some time now with his very amusing “Nothing going on but the rent” which I would advise you to take a peak at if you get a second.

I guess I should explain the title I have given my own scribblings before I get inundated (ahem) with emails. Maybe I can set up my own FAQ once I get used to all this. Well, it’s basically this….

I am 34 years old and at times feel like an OAP. I have Psoriatic Arthritis which effects some of the joints in my body – some days are fine but some days are not. Now before you start getting all sorry for me please don’t. To look at me I look normal (no comments please) apart from the odd limp when my knee or foot is giving me jip. It’s not like I qualify for a Disabled Parking Bay at Asda – although when I see some of the non-limpers getting out of their car and jogging the 3 yards to the entrance before getting into their electric cart-come-trolley – I probably should. No, I’m just a guy with a fairly mild arthritic condition (when compared to the real sufferers out there) who’s body feels less like a temple and more like a ruin. As you can imagine at 34 this is infuriating given that it prevents me from doing a hell of a lot. I might not have been the most active of people beforehand but I liked the ability to at least have the ability. Anyway, getting back to the story. Psoriatic Arthritis as the name might suggest is linked to Psoriasis – a skin condition. I have had Psoriasis for several years now but have been fortunate I guess to only have a couple of small patches of this dry flaky skin condition (sorry, no way of ’sexing’ this shit up) – neither of which are really visible. Some poor buggers get it all over their body and face so I can really sympathise with them. However, my ‘luck’ ran out when I started to get painful joints which after a number of consultations was diagnosed as Psoriatic Arthritis and I am now on drugs to (hopefully) stop it from getting increasingly worse. It turns out that 1 in 14 people with Psoriasis get Psoriatic Arthritis (funny, I don’t remember being told of that possibility at the time). Yes, I am that lucky one. Why is it whenever I have placed a bet on a 14-1 against it has never come up when even the law of averages should have made me a winner on several occasions but when it comes to the JPL (Joint Pain Lottery) my numbers come up? So, why the talcum power? Well, it was these several years ago that I decided to put on some talcum powder after a bath – the first time I had used the stuff since I was knee high to a Ronnie Corbett and I only used it because I saw it sitting there reminding me of my childhood. It was just after this that my Psoriasis started up and I am absolutely convinced it was down to the white stuff. So Mr Talcum – I hope you’re happy you complete bastard. I urge you all to boycott this most evil of white powders (yes, I’m including Cocaine in that statement) – be safe people and spread the word – together we can cure the world of this disease.

As you can imagine the negative effects of all this on my physical being have rubbed off on my whole view of life in general therefore having an effect on anything I may write about in this blog. I’m less worried about voicing my opinions or telling it ‘how it is’. I know I’m not always right (please don’t let my better half in on the secret) and I’m not stupid enough to voice such opinions as to hurt those around me. They are usually aimed at people I feel deserve it. People that in some way may be ignorant of their own ignorance. People like Mr Talcum.

Andy

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