wanderings & wonderings

Written in North Devon, England. I remember every part of this day, most especially the magical moment ... Today's success - the GP has agreed to do a cardiac referral as requested by the rheumatologist after a discussion with me. Heaven knows when I’ll get an appointment but it is a triumph for today nonetheless. Today's frustration - rheumatologist telling me the GP has to handle to day to day management of my Behçets, including things like this swollen face, and the GP tel

Bali. October 7th 2005. Six days after the second bombings. I arrived at Denpasar airport from Singapore in the late evening at a time when the airport is usually buzzing. How very different this night. The usual thirty-minute queue at Immigration was just a memory. Instead I walked straight through, the customary jovial banter and laughter with the officials replaced with intense words about the bombings and gratitude for still visiting their beautiful island. The baggage ha