Category Archives: Crohns/Colitis

Cancer

Cancer’s all around me just now. Not just in my folks and my mates folks. It’s actually in my friends these days. It’s not just something I hear about happening to other people anymore. It’s probably because I’m now OLD. And so therefore are my mates and their wives and husbands and sisters OLD. The real OLD boy living downstairs, my nosey neighbour. He’s got it. A couple of years ago my dad had it. He had this blokey cancer: Prostate Cancer.

Prostate Man

Like a bloke he dealt with it by not really talking about it much and cracking on. This website here: http://prostatecanceruk.org/information can help blokes just keep quiet and crack on and give loads of info so they don’t need to talk about it much. The people do good work and we can support them by sponsoring MY sorry fat ass to do the Berlin Marathon on Sunday 30 Sept.

Please sponsor me here: https://www.justgiving.com/Howard-Monk

If you’re in Crouch End, the worlds actual EPICENTRE, tonight, Friday 21 Sept, you can come and listen to folks SING THREE SONGS about CANCER, and then give money to ME! Info here: http://www.facebook.com/events/468508836505031/

OK, it’ll not be all about the cancer, but it will be fun, and worthy, and good. So come down. PLEASE.

If not, then SPONSOR MY ASS!


Things I am embarrassed about: Number two in a series. No Pun Intended.

To be honest I can generally deal with the odd shitty band that I have liked in the past and now realise the error of my ways. I can smart a little when I am reminded of one band or other which I have put on who have been truly awful. It’s usually colleagues who mention this, who have done far worse than me.

There’s something way more embarrassing and it’s even not that easy to say it now. I suffer from this Crohn’s/Colitis chronic condition, and it’s the worst kind of annoying and embarrassing thing imaginable.

It basically means I get the shits quite a lot. It means if I fall out of line from a designated diet I have to follow, or get too drunk, or if I am particularly stressed (which can happen a fair bit if you’re me, lately) then there will come a day soon after when I have to stay near the bathroom, and suffer.

I have long wanted to write something down about this, as it does sometimes get in the way and i have to explain again and again. But that’s about it really. I could go into more detail, but it’s not that nice.