I’m aware that the posting schedule here at apoplectic.me has been a bit erratic recently. Sorry about that.
Erratic? I’ll show ye erratic, sonny – Thom Yorke
If you’re of a mind to follow me
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In the meantime, let’s stick to the stroke news, shall we?
Continue reading Making Everything Better
the last post here on apoplectic.me cast a pretty sneering eye over Public Health England’s Heart Age Calculator. And if you think that an eye can’t sneer, welcome to the stroke blog.
‘Aren’t you a bit young for this, sonny?’
That’s pretty much the
modus operandi around here – bitter cynicism leavened with fun. Skip down to the bottom of this post if you just want to hear some of the best Scottish pop ever.
But it turns out that this time, I wasn’t alone in my cynicism.
[ Maybe there’s actual upbeat stuff in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter – check it out] Continue reading Modus Operandi
Mrs Stroke Bloke and I have been catching up with the BBC Scotland documentary series
. Rip It Up: The History Of Scottish Pop
In a sufficiently leisurely fashion that we haven’t reached this yet:
A deathless classic, I’m sure you’ll agree.
[ For the most leisurely stroll through Scottish pop possible, check the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Young At Heart
After chatting about
shiftwork last week, I planned to spend this week talking about why we’re working longer and later hours. But then some stuff cropped up, and there’s going to have to be a change to our scheduled programming.
First, here’s LongSufferingReaderOfTheBlogPaul’s favourite track of 2018 [
], regardless. sic
Rule of thumb: That guy knows what he’s talking about would never swimmie-swim
[ Sleep patterns messed up? The Apoplexy Tiny Letter can help with that.] Continue reading Irregular Programming
Last week, I was chatting with someone who asked me to tell them about my stroke experience. It was an interesting conversation, for me at least.
“Fascinating stuff, Stroke Bloke.”
I love that I can’t tell whether that’s
Curb Your Enthusiasm or an actual sportscast.
[ For more unbearably exciting stroke-related whimsy and suchlike – the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Nightshift
Hooray! It’s the long-anticipated return of the
stroke news digest!
Hold on – wasn’t that for Stroke Bloke leaving New York?
There have been some interesting stroke stories in the news this week, and I’d like to share them with you…
[ Read on, and don’t forget to check out the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Digesta Plaga #11
So, this happened this week:
live. Nor my own The Treacherous Brain trepanning, trepanation, trephination, or trephining. Both of those events happened a while ago, now.
] You need this week’s Apoplexy Newsletter like a hole in the head. Continue reading Fontanelle
Yesterday, Mrs Stroke Bloke sent me a link to what, at first, looked like an article in
I mean, seriously, right? Clumsily cut and paste Joe Biden’s head onto that, sit back, and watch the advertising dollars roll in.
Find out about the latest developments in memory science below,
and check out the Apoplexy Newsletter here.] Continue reading These Things
In 2006, a psychologist at Cardiff University identified today as the most depressing day of the year. Cliff Arnall suggested that this was due to the confluence of a number of factors, including debts from Christmas overspending, the abandoning of New Year’s resolutions, and low levels of motivation.
So if you were already been super-depressed about having to go through Blue Monday on 15 January, now you must feel
I’m quite sure that you’ll tell me / Just how I should feel today
[ Cheer yourself up – check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading The Stroke Bloke Shake
Having brain aneurysms is weird.
“Now, Stroke Bloke. The bad news is, I’ve put a bomb inside your body.”
Yeah. It’s a bit like that. And an associated problem is, if an expert goes in there to defuse the bomb with a
mesh implant or a tiny titanium clothes peg, they might just set the whole thing off.
[ I know. Fun, right? Prefer whimsy and good tunes? Check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Bullet In The Head