A Miracle Cure?

My troublesome guts have improved enormously. I no longer have to take Omeprazole or Gaviscon and I can eat a wide range of foods again. Several months ago I began working with a nutritionist based at Framar Health in Belfast. My first session with Sarah Trimble focused on allergy and food sensitivity testing. She confirmed my gluten intolerance and explained that I was sensitive to foods which are high in histamine (e.g. nuts, citrus fruits, tomatoes, chocolate, pickled foods, smoked meats, etc). This was very helpful, but not too surprising. I had been avoiding some of these foods for years, as they were on the High FODMAP list. She also recommended that I take a specific probiotic, to help rebalance my gut flora. The testing also indicated that I had an increased need for Magnesium and B vitamins. Sarah explained which foods I needed to eat to increase these nutrients, and suggested several supplements. I’ve followed all of her advice and it's helped me enormously. But the biggest single improvement in my gut health came from another source.

My dearest T used to have gut problems and she reads articles on gut health to keep informed. One of these explained that the symptoms of too much stomach acid (e.g. heartburn, acid reflux, belching) are much the same as the symptoms of too little stomach acid. There was also a simple test to determine which condition you have. I’d been treated by my GP for too much stomach acid for six years, so I took the test: two teaspoons of apple cider vinegar mixed with a little water before a meal. It was a revelation. The persistent and intractable gut problems that had been dogging me for ages disappeared almost overnight. I had too little stomach acid, not too much. This was probably a legacy of my stomach being in the wrong position for years after one of my cancer operations. Taking apple cider vinegar before every meal is a simple and natural solution. I rarely get heartburn, acid reflux or belching. Previously I had to take Gaviscon three or four times a day. Now it's only about once a month. You are what you eat, goes the old saying. I’ve become a new man.

Influenza

We had an unexpected Christmas present. A dose of the flu. It wasn’t from Santa or his elves. I think I caught it at a café in Belfast where I was meeting a pal. So two days before Christmas I was in bed coughing my lungs up. And there I stayed for most of the festive season. T was most attentive, bringing me plates of Christmas food and hot drinks. I marvelled at her support and her immune system. Then almost a week after I got ill, T went down with the very same dose. It seems to have a long incubation period (5-7 days) during which you could well be infectious. T is now in bed with the terrible cough and streaming nose. And I am attending to her. She says it’s the worst dose she’s ever had in her fifty years. It’s certainly one of the worst I’ve ever had. The first week was particularly threatening. My chest was full of gunge and my nose was blocked, I just couldn’t breathe. I kept waking up every hour or so in the night. I suppose my body was doing this automatically. My blood oxygen levels were low and my pulse was high. I had to keep taking my inhaler to expand my inflamed tubes and get my oxygen levels up. It was a real ordeal. Thankfully I’m now on the mend.

This dose of influenza seems to be everywhere. We know that plenty of family and friends are down with it. Indeed, hospitals across these islands have declared emergencies, unable to cope with all the extra patients that are arriving with serious breathing problems. And the number of excess deaths is rising. So what is behind all of this? There seem to be several reasons.

Firstly, the current flu vaccine doesn’t appear to have included much protection for this strain of flu. I suppose that when the mix of strains of flu were being assembled for the annual vaccine, this particular dose wasn’t thought likely to become a major problem. Secondly, because the take up of the flu vaccination is relatively low in the UK, the levels of flu circulating in the community are increased. Only two thirds of adults over 65 got vaccinated this winter, despite the jab being free. Unfortunately, these are the very people who are ending up seriously ill in hospital. The misinformation of the ant-vaxxers on social media has had deadly consequences. Thirdly, the many years of underinvestment and poor management in the NHS mean that it is hardly able to cope with normal health problems let alone an epidemic of flu. So political decisions have had deadly consequences too.

Midwinter

Today is the Winter Solstice. The longest night of the year has just passed. And from here on, the days become longer. So the world has turned towards the sun. Although with an unnamed storm howling outside, it doesn’t feel much like it. This morning I attached sprays of holly and ivy to our front door and brought our Christmas tree inside. We keep one growing in a pot. It used to be just six inches tall. Now it is about four feet. All of our Christmas decorations are up and the house is filled with light. The larder and fridge are stuffed with goodies. When we have greeted family and friends and offered them good wishes, we shall settle down and feast.

Wishing you and yours a Happy Christmas.

Spicy Food (and a menu idea)

We ate at Nando’s last night, the South African owned fast-food chain that specializes in grilled chicken. Their peri-peri chicken is marinaded in a sauce made from olive oil, lime juice, garlic, paprika, oregano and chilli. And you get to choose exactly how much chilli your chicken has been soaked in. The highest option is Extra-Hot. Mindful of how sensitive my guts have become to strong spices, I chose the lowest level of chilli. Sitting next to us were a group of lads tucking into their chicken pieces and piling on more extra-hot sauce from a bottle. My mind flashed back to the time before my four cancer operations (during which my guts were hoiked around by an array of surgeons, and from which they’ve yet to properly recover). In those halcyon days I used to be a very adventurous eater. I really looked forward to all the new dishes I could try on my regular cycle trips to far-flung destinations. After riding all day through the backroads of Laos or China, the group would get together for an evening meal in a local restaurant. None of the restaurant staff spoke any English, so plates of strange food would just arrive from the kitchen and be placed before us. The oddest of these was a dish of chicken’s feet, on a trip through the foothills of the Chinese Himalayas. Yes, yellow chicken’s feet stir-fried in a spicy sauce. When the pile of yellow toes arrived, people shook their heads and turned away. I reached forward with my chopsticks and grasped one. “You must be mad,” said the Englishman sitting next to me. I put the chicken’s foot into my mouth and began to chew. All of the group were staring at me, horrified expressions on their faces.

The foot was rather rubbery and didn’t taste very pleasant. But with a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on me, I felt I had to swallow it. The foot went down with a bit of a gulp. Still they kept staring at me. Were they expecting me to keel over foaming at the mouth, or to start flapping and squawking? I put down my chopsticks and smiled. They responded with a round of applause.

I’m still willing to experiment with food, I just have to be careful with what I now try because of how reactive my guts have become. My four boneless chicken thighs soon arrived. They were tiny, barely a mouthful in each. I bit into one. It tasted good, flavoursome and lightly spiced. Then I began to wonder. Did the Chinese Nando’s serve chicken’s feet?

Back to Porridge and Heater Units

We returned home to piles of things to do. Not just the dirty washing in our suitcases, but the many tasks left undone because we departed in such a rush. Our first adjustment was to the cold and damp of Northern Ireland. Not easy after we’d been in the dry warmth of Mallorca. The first week had days of 25 and 27 degrees. The second week was the usual 21 or 22. But that is pretty good compared to the high of 8 degrees in balmy Co Down today. Our second week had one huge rainstorm. Not on the scale of the terrible events in Valencia, but still pretty dramatic. The street outside our apartment was turned into a rushing river almost a foot deep. In the afternoon, the rain stopped and the sun dried everything out. We were staying in Son Baulo, on the north coast. It’s towards the middle of the bay of Alcudia and marks the end of the developed part of the coast. Beyond is the protected coastline, the nature reserves and the mountains of the east. Ah, never mind, we can always return, like the birds, next Spring. In the meantime, we’ve plenty to be getting on with. First of all, my poor car immobilized by the Fire Brigade.

I took photos of the burned parts and sent them to the mechanic. “That’s the heater unit for the plugs, to start the engine in cold weather,” he said and talked me through disconnecting it. I drove my car to him and he checked it over. “Do you want the good news or the bad news?” he said. I chose the good news first. “The heater unit isn’t expensive to replace,” he said. “Trouble is the wiring loom is damaged too.” That would take a day’s work to check thoroughly and could be very expensive to fix. “But some cars start alright without the heater unit,” he said helpfully. “Even in the winter?” I asked, mindful that it had been minus 10 last year. “Why not try it?” he suggested. So I am. The car is starting alright at the moment. Fingers crossed it won’t get as cold this winter.

Three Things Not to Do Before Going on Holiday

1)    Covid and Flu vaccinations boost your immunity - but don’t get both jabs on the same day, just before you go away. We had to do this and quickly developed very sore arms and fatigue. T needed to spend the day in bed.

2)    Don’t have hospital treatment just before going away. Seeking to avoid this, I gave the Cancer Centre my holiday dates. They called me in the day before we travelled. I had to drag my sore body to Belfast and came home stressed and exhausted.

3)    Don’t set the car on fire. I was putting the bin out after coming back from the Cancer Centre when I noticed smoke pouring out of my car. I opened the bonnet. Thick smoke was coming from somewhere underneath the engine. I got an old towel and tried in vain to smother the fire. T rang the fire brigade. We stood on the lawn and watched the car smouldering, expecting it to burst into flames at any moment.

Siren blaring, the fire engine screamed up our lane and screeched to a halt. The fire crew rushed out and attached a hose. They heaved the bonnet open. The acrid smell of burnt wiring emerged. But the fire appeared to have gone out. The fire crew stood around the car looking disappointed. One of them disconnected the battery and began removing parts from the car to find the source of the fire. Another surveyed the engine with a heat sensor. The fire had come from a sealed unit low down on the right side of the engine. The plastic covering was all melted but luckily the fire inside had been contained. ‘That’s an important relay’, said one. ‘Going to be expensive’, said another, shaking their head. ‘You mustn’t drive this car until you’ve had it thoroughly checked by an expert’, said the fire chief. ’But', I said. 'It’s supposed to be taking us to the airport tomorrow'.

The Editor's Report

I’ve been quiet on here for a few weeks. You see, I’ve been working with a professional editor on my novel. Louise Walters has edited some 250 novels in a range of genres. For six years she was editor-in-chief of an independent publisher, and she has published five novels of her own. She undertook to read my novel and give me feedback on its structure, plot, pacing and characterisation. In particular I asked her to tell me what was working well in the novel and what were its main flaws and limitations. I sent my manuscript off to Louise thinking that she would come back to me with a pretty long list of defects.

Ten days later I got her report. I opened it with trepidation. Louise said she “enjoyed my writing very much”. She thought that my “central characters were really well drawn and sympathetic. The growing bond between them was well written and their relationship was affecting. The era was well evoked, with good period details, and my description of the natural world was very nicely crafted. The plot was good, pace and tension were fine.” I was glowing with pride. Surely I would soon be on the shortlist for the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Then came the defects. Louise told me there was one main problem. I had “too many named characters. My novel was a bit like an over-grown garden, it needed thinning out.” She recommended that I cut my character list. She also recommended that I cut the six chapters written from the antagonist’s point of view. Focus and readability would both be improved if my novel were only narrated from the protagonist’s point of view.

My initial reaction was no, I’m not going to do that. I sweated long and hard over those six chapters. Then I thought, what was the point of paying for professional advice and not listening to it? After all, I could easily lose all the named characters that didn’t have speaking parts. But lose the antagonist’s six chapters as well? That was a good idea I’d nicked from John Banville. I pondered her advice further. The six chapters were short, only 4000 words in total. It wouldn’t hurt to take them out, just as a trial. So I did. And Louise was right. The focus of the novel was improved, as was the pacing and tension.

I’d highly recommend Louise Walters. She’s very professional, insightful and easy to work with. You can read more about her here. https://www.louisewaltersbooks.co.uk/editorialservices