Sunday, 11 February 2018

February Stock Take

Remember those pesky Indians, no, not them riding round the wagons, these ones.

That's them all rebased and just needing some finishing touches.

They are now on 40x20mm MDF bases by Warbases. Three bases makes a unit for To The Strongest as I plan to use a 150mm grid. Must get the rest of the army based and then some opponents.

I have some universal carriers as a commission for a chum.

Just some detailing left to do, highlights and decals.

I've made up some bases from plasticard, plaster, gravel and sand. Paint will follow.

They were an incredibly fiddly build, far too many small parts so probably not designed for the wargames table.

I've started another commission for a friend.

There are quite a few of them.

Can you tell what they are yet?

They seem to take paint rather well.

How am I? That's a good question.

What do I have?

Only two doses of painkillers a day now and none of that opiate stuff.

A functioning bladder and bowel.

Residual pain around the surgery sites and a very tender left testicle.

A full nights sleep most nights without any fever issues.

Short (dabbling) sessions in the wargames hut but not very productive ones.

What do I not have?

Stamina. A 10 minute walk to get the morning paper leaves me exhausted till teatime.

Stamina. A half hour walk with my 18 month old grandson leaves me exhausted till later on the following day.

Appetite. I struggle to eat a full meal. I have gained 2 pounds in the last week so I'm only 1 stone 12 pounds underweight now. Eating a KitKat is a challenge. My legs are like sticks and I can see my ribs.

Permission to drive. Another couple of weeks yet. Even then I may not be strong enough to do an emergency stop.

What's ahead?

Another good question.

All the planning and scheduling I had in mind has gone. Everything I hoped that would take weeks will now take months.

Keep watching this space but no need to hurry back.

Thursday, 1 February 2018

24 Days Later

24 days ago I had a few (several hundred) figures that looked like this.

They are Mauryan Indian archers in 10mm by Pendraken.

They are on custom made magnetised plasticard bases scaled for a set of rules in my head.

Today they look like this.

I also have a pile of rubble which will be filed under 'B'.

The figures are destined for the great rebasing queue. Their time is now as you may guess in a few minutes.

24 days ago I was just coming around in the recovery room feeling somewhat different, lighter, not a care in the world, nothing could be sweeter.

1 day later reality stepped into the argument. Where was that pain coming from? Why is the consultant saying I can go home?

Fortunately the ward staff nurse disagreed and it was another 3 days before I had the opportunity to count the 192 pot holes on the 7.1 mile trip home.

Life was not unreasonable for a cancer survivor, at least it felt not too bad.

Then, things went downhill.

I had an infection, perhaps two, producing no end of breathing problems, a fever, a sweat plague, constipation, depression, paranoia, a helluva sore left testicle, no appetite, no focus and probably a few more things I can no longer remember, ah, I remember now, an opiate overdose.

I am two stone underweight (28 pounds to those across the pond) but find eating a bit of a chore. I am on a lighter dose of painkillers, can shuffle from one end of the house to the other without almost falling over 2 or 3 times.

On the good side I can drink fluid and, woo hoo, pee which is what started off this adventure in the first place. Happy Days.

Where are we now?

Am not too sure but I spent more than an hour in the wargames hut this evening doing something not very important but at least something. Rebasing figures is mind numbingly boring but it is about as much I can manage today.

What will tomorrow bring?

Sunday, 21 January 2018

Rest and Recuperation

I usually look like a bit like this.

More recently I have looked more like this.

I have a pic of some cutting detail but I have filed that away.

I had a word with my pal Archie but he didn't answer.

I did a bit of studying.

I think I have the proportions correct but my emphasis is wrong.

Check me out again in a week, or is it three weeks?

Saturday, 13 January 2018


This is where we are today, not really up and not really down. I'm pretty sore and dependent on the painkillers.

My grandson Ash popped in to see me yesterday. He was really pleased to see me and we watched some cartoons together. Only got nudged in the gut twice but he's not a heavy hitter yet.

Am aiming to rest up today as I can't manage much else.

Sunday, 7 January 2018

Looking Upwards ...

... to the sky above my wargames hut.

Is it a sign?

Big day tomorrow.

Thursday, 28 December 2017

Plan A, Part 3

Had a phone call this morning from the hospital.

They have had a cancellation and can do me on January 8th.

Hope that doesn't mean some poor soul has died and made a space for me, but then that is the way of the world.

I have to go to a Pre-Op Clinic first thing tomorrow and tell them all the things that are already in the system. I hope I can remember them all again.

Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Plan A, Part 1 and Part 2

Plan A, Part 1 starts with this.

I have to drink about 4 litres of this stuff every day.


The tumour in my left kidney is eating into my kidney blood supply and this releases blood into my bladder. If the blood stays too long in one place it will coagulate and create clots. These clots block my urine output from the bladder causing no end of eye watering pain as well as infection. The tumour is also spreading into muscle tissue behind the kidney. The other kidney appears to be OK.

Another response to a blocked bladder is a catheter, they are just as painful and also make your bladder lazy. I've been there twice and I don't want to go there again.

The downside of Part 1 is regular visits to the toilet roughly 30 minutes apart. My best record is 40 minutes but that brought some pain back into the argument whereas with infection present it is about 3 minutes.

This makes travelling to a wargames event a bit difficult, Vapnartak in York in February is a 'no-no', my wargames hut is a 'maybe-yes'.

That is a 'bummer'.

Plan A, Part 2 goes like this.

I turn up at the Western General Hospital one day in the New Year. January is fully booked but since my cancer seems to be aggressive they will try to fit me in.

I get a nice comfy bed and a jag in my arm and oh so sleepy.

When I wake up I will have a few abdominal cuts, and maybe one bigger one, and another bloody catheter. Oh Joy. Probably 3 or 4 days in bed before being allowed home, more litres of water and quite a few tablets.

Maybe a couple of weeks after that I could maybe get out to the wargames hut and peruse what hasn't been happening. It might be another month after that before I'm allowed to drive.

What happens after that?

Dunno. Ask me later.