BIG FAT HOOR TO SHRINK.

nobody knows I'm a dog said:
Hi Big Man, how are you keeping?
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i am good -- some people puke up everything and have problems and pain--i have escaped all that .
my body is so used to stuff being shoveled in it doesn't protest any more .
i am drinking lots of lime flavoured flat water and soups are put through the liquidiser again with 3 scoops of protein added as ordered i would consume 2 medium mugs of soup a day about a coke tin of matter per day .
my weight has gone already from 180 kgs. a month ago to 166.9 this morning .
i had to go on a liver reducing diet 3 weeks before surgery and that lowered things a bit .
i have to take calcium tablets and multivitamins daily for life now and i got a pack of needles already loaded with the anti blood clotting drug so i have to inject myself each day at the same time for 2 weeks .
this drug can cause problems and there is a big lecture to go with it to manage things .
i am doing the annual accounts at the moment and it is no strain -i cannot drive for 2 weeks or lift for 6 and it is no trouble .
i am one of the luckiest people alive i did this by the skin of my teeth -i was facing real problems if i did not tackle the weight.
last week i was 69 and in my youth you did not generally celebrate your 69th birthday and a man of 65 was elderly and like Yeats said "" AN AGED MAN IS A PALTRY THING -A TATTERED COAT APON A STICK "" .
Today you have to submit to a bacon slicer to make you fit your tattered coat its a mad world.
all is good and my family are very much relived -
my family were talking to a surgeon they know who was in awe of my surgeon William Robb and asked how i managed to get him he is the top man in the country with a very long waiting list .
i am very lucky and i have an awful lot to do in the next 10 years i hope i am allowed to do it .
thanks for enquiring - i said i would publish my instructions re drugs and food -i am leaving it a bit as i have to get my blood tested to see am i eating enough and am i short of vitamins and when i get the report i will be able to give a proper summary if anyone is thinking of it .
slan
 
Three score years and ten, man's alloted period of suffering in this obscure backwater of the universe. And yes, in days of old 70 was indeed ancient but there are those who will grow into that niche, some fighting it, some not realising it and others who welcome the aging as they belive, often quite incorrectly, that it confers a greater wisdom upon themselves.

Facing retirement age myself I feel only 40 but the signs of slowing are there and my greatest hope is that my health and fitness allows me to handle a bike, two up, for a good while yet, for we have many miles we wish to cover.

So, you are worthy of congratulation for at 69 many simply wouldn't have bothered, or had the desire to contine with a life that may or may not have been fulfilling, but no doubt that was something the surgeon satisfied himself upon before the procedure.

May it continue to go well for you!
 
clarke-connolly said:
" Don't Tell Him Pike "

Some People might get the reference !
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in the past week i have pondered the amount of my relations who have had a birthday in November and we have our own chat room whats app .
and i have speculated the heavy snow in February makes us all LEANABH ON SNEACHTA --- what else would you be doing snowed in .
 
nobody knows I'm a dog said:
You got the wrong lady. I love my meat. I even butchered some small animals for the dinner.
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This is intriguing i thought i was the maddest carnivore on the site but you have me beat --any harm asking what your feast consisted of as i was known to only gorge on one small animal at a time .
 
BIG FAT HOOR said:
This is intriguing i thought i was the maddest carnivore on the site but you have me beat --any harm asking what your feast consisted of as i was known to only gorge on one small animal at a time .
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"...some small animals for the dinner." that sounds like I took a mad notion and went out and killed several poor creatures for one sitting!
No, I might have dressed a rabbit and had it for tea one night, then on another occasion plucked a pheasant for dinner.
You must have thought I was like this fella...

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Simw6uPVrBw
 
nobody knows I'm a dog said:
"...some small animals for the dinner." that sounds like I took a mad notion and went out and killed several poor creatures for one sitting!
No, I might have dressed a rabbit and had it for tea one night, then on another occasion plucked a pheasant for dinner.
You must have thought I was like this fella...

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Simw6uPVrBw
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i grew up in a time when every hardware shop had snares hanging from the roof and there were large steel jawed traps for sale also ..
i had my territory and thousands of rabbits had their grass tunnels/tracks in the woods near me --this is pre mix .
i had 2 6inch mails on the back of a shed door with their heads cut off and i put a hind leg on each and with a few nicks of a knife you could pull the skin off and pull it down until you covered the head .
another quick cut and i used an old big spoon to take/scrape the insides -- an small hand ax would take the head and the paws and you rinsed it under the tap--- it only took a few moments .
rabbit was well salted and peppered and fried in dripping and not allowed to burn .
this was presented to my father and we both would breakfast on a couple of rabbits and a special time was august when the mushroom came out and we went to fields which had horses as for some reason they had the best mushrooms. .
it was the only times i was allowed to take the car aged 14 to get breakfast .
lough Corrib pink trout and young pre mix rabbit are still the pinnacle of my culinary taste and i have eaten in many countries from many restaurants and had some great food by talented people.
its not nostalgia or a memory of my great father who brought me fishing each mayfly season for years to lough Corrib and you ate some of the fish you caught each night and i who was young was at the table being laughed at by all as i was still rocking on my chair in time to the room which was rocking also as i had been on a boat from early morning and you drifted from the top of the lake driven by only the wind and you rocked gently mile after mile concentrating on a bunch of mayfly on your hook 20 ft away as you used long dapping rods to use the wind to suspend the flies in the water but leave no trace of the line ,
and the trial was to let the trout suck the mayfly then dip the rod and give him time to swallow before striking .
it was frequently too subtle a task for my young brain and everyone on the boat out fished me each day.
i was let out on one of 365 islands on lough Corrib and i had my mayfly boxes to fill by plucking them off furze bushes and placing them through a sliding coin sized hole in the box .
they would land the boat again and the gas stove and the lunch was taken off and strong tea was brewed and a small suitcase held doorstop hand cut real bread with country butter and mustard and a half inch slice of home cured ham between .
in sunshine i would gorge and then go for a quick swim in crystal clear lake water and on the floor of the boat with a big coat for a pillow i was allowed a quick snooze while they used an outboard to get us back to the top of Corrib again to drift for hours and the rattle of water against the hull was like an aesthetic -no two the same but it took hold of your mind and sent you off to the fairies --a deep deep sleep for a half hour .
this experience was soul affecting --you were on a small boat over deep water which had a presence of its own --- you could not define it was so powerful and mysterious .
your mind said must be miles deep and you were a long way from shore --i did not know we should have had life vests and i did not miss them .
the sun and the wind and the strange isolation in full view of the world -the smell of trout at your feet -the conversations between the men on the boat and the frequent silences which they were all comfortable with as the task and the effect of silently floating on a huge lake brought you closer to something nobody can fully define but it brings you inward to your soul and outward to the sun the water-the fish and the earth at the same time there exists a conversation which defies description.
all the men respected this conversation and were willing to let it take place.
i do not think the modern Irishman would be comfortable with the lengthy silences where a conversation with your soul was allowed to take place .
i was there and i have come from the middle ages to the 21st century in my lifetime .
i was sent out aged 6 and younger with a tray of food and tea to various gentle Irish travelling people who travelled through out Ireland and who slept in the ditch across the road from our house -- with sometimes a lean to rag tied to two sticks for shelter .
most of them elderly and in black .
they would return the tray to the door and i would be touched to my core by the sincerity of their spoken prayers for the house and all within it -- delivered by a bowed head .
an out stretched hand would then touch the top of my head with the flat of their hand and remain there for a few moments while a prayer was whispered low enough to know it was a prayer but not high enough to know what it was .
in my lifetime when the shit hit the fan and i should have died or lost everything and did not --my mind has returned to these whispers by a powerful strangers who today would not be seen to be powerful -but my memory marks them out as the most powerful people i ever met .
there existed an unspoken set of rules which were never abused generally a 3 day stay was typical and my mother would use good crockery with spoons and knife and fork and a good tray and it was a strange transaction where the quality of the food and respect for the person was somehow paid for in the blessings /prayers /good luck put into storage for some cruel time ahead when it was needed by the household .
the giving by a child who did not have the guile to hint the hand that gives is above the hand that receives was part of the process and taken note by all.
there was no fear of the Irish gentle travelling person who were generally taller than normal and spoke well and clearly and frequently had a noble and yet humble sophisticated presence and with their sincerity and sophisticated manners made you look at the ditch for weeks after and made you wonder did that powerful conversation just really take place and more than 60 years later my eyes are still drawn to the spot where they rested and i detect something that cannot be defined .
 
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BIG FAT HOOR said:
thanks .
i am still alive and a interesting experience .
i feel very delicate and its very strange --i feel i have to be introduced to myself again so much has changed .
firstly i wish to thank everyone who wished me well --it really mattered and i would now wish anyone good luck -people are more fragile than you think .
there was a huge funeral in Kilkenny recently of a woman who was highly regarded -------- person who was utterly dedicated and had rose to a senior level .
the entire town was shocked to their core at her sudden death and it made us all think if a moment can occur to a person of this caliber then keep an eye on your self do not let the tank run low you never know when you may have to go somewhere .
the surgery which has reduced my stomach to the size of an average banana was carried out yesterday at 1200 and i woke up at 530 with 5 holes in my front over a wide area and many holes in the rest of me as i am a working man i have muscle and i am notorious to find a vain in .
my great wife drove me up and i sent her off early to enjoy some time in Dublin before her stage work.
i sat in the reception where a full security check was carried out on me and then i was collected from upstairs and brought to my room which was very nice and well kitted out to a high standard .
i was called for theatre and in the waiting room i met others for surgery -some had cancer some had other problems and some spoke when it was my turn is said TOMORROW THEY WILL CALL ME GEARLDINE --there were two elderly ladies who took me serious and it was they who provided the laughs .
when in my pelt with a pathetic small bare assed gown on my front sort of i heard shouting from the lift beside me and i got up and pressed open and the hospital boss lady was there with a VIP and ( due to the terrific security on the lifts she had no access as only theatre staff could open the door) they were shocked to be greeted by such an horrific figure and i told the VIP "" give me a minute and ill do your surgery "" i was lucky the bosswoman took it well and lots of nervous laughter .
on to the theatre and i met the surgeon and i had formally asked to speak with him before the operation and i found out it was his policy to do this anyway as he is such a professional and he without being asked said we are going the do the option 1 the simplest the sleeve where you lose most of your stomach .
i said thank you i believe it is bad luck to have a concern and not address it.
he told me everyone has this concern and that is why he formally meets people before the operation.
i only discovered afterwards he is (WILLIAM ROBB) a world leader in robotic surgery and my surgery was robots operated by him in an adjoining room on a big screen the robots are stainless steel and have interchangeable heads on so that they can cut and then grab and remove the stomach through three small holes piece by piece all without damaging the liver ,
and i had to go on a special liver reducing diet for the past 3 weeks to enable him to work and if you came with a too fatty liver it could prevent him from doing his job safely .
the robots are much smaller than the human hand and allow a surgeon to work without all the paraphernalia normally required in surgery -- i can see a time in a not too distant future where AI surgeon's will operate 24/7 and certain operations are simple in concept .
the staff were outstanding and i was given royal treatment .
one person took sugar bloods 4 times -another was the dietician who explained a great deal -i was visited by a very elderly Carmelite nun who i would have spoken to all day -i had 4 different nurses all with their specific roles and they were busy .
my name / code /date of birth was printed on about 40 stickers which appeared again on all medicines and any interaction and was scanned regularly .
i had a band on my arm and while it was attached i had to repeat all my details address everything and i could not receive any medicine or injection without stating my date of birth-
security was impressive in the hospital and there were strict electronic limits placed on your movement and others ..
overall the pain is not bothersome i have painkillers and we stopped for enough baby food to do me a week and it is small.
everyone i met in the last year approx 10 said it was the best thing they ever did and should have done it years ago .
i had no choice on about 5 levels -i was simply going to die soon if i did not do something and i figured a lifetime of taking ozyempic was not an option for me .
i paid 4000 for aftercare and i am told i will receive half that back from the VHI -- when i add in my other costs i figure the entire thing will cost me approx 3500 in real terms as i am in the VHI -someone told me you walk in off the street it could cost you 20,000 and i got the choice of where to have it and an independent eating disorder specialist told me he was the best and had referred many patients over the years without a problem .
i wrote this post in order to provide a resource for anyone thinking about it and over the years do not be afraid to ask me again if i can help in any way -and like ALL on this forum we would be glad to help anyone .
i will send photos shortly of the vegetable/animal/mammal and i will tape a can of coke to my body to give scale and you will see BIG FAT HOOR is the only decent description and i will enclose the diet medicine plan as some people need to go abroad for this and you will see the MEDICINE LIST YOU SHOULD HAVE AND THE EATING ADVICE YOU SHOULD HAVE .
All the best and thanks to you all again . BFH
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3 weeks in.

You may underestimate how much we care for you so an update ever few days would not go astray if you have a bit of energy

@BIG FAT HOOR
 
Diarmuid said:
very interesting about the travelling people.
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I don't know to what you refer but the scumbags drove a Transit straight into Aul Lad in the past causing him such damage that a number of his organs shifted from their natural place right across his body to an unnatural position.

We're lucky the man is still with us.
 
My understanding is that his kidneys actually traversed , each to the opposite side. The result is that his sense of direction is destroyed and without a gps, he can not even navigate to the village to get a sliced pan.

His doctor explained that it was like when the magnetic poles reverse every 26, 000 years on the Earth.

That is why he frequently posts here on the wrong threads.
 
BIG FAT HOOR said:
i grew up in a time when every hardware shop had snares hanging from the roof and there were large steel jawed traps for sale also ..
i had my territory and thousands of rabbits had their grass tunnels/tracks in the woods near me --this is pre mix .
i had 2 6inch mails on the back of a shed door with their heads cut off and i put a hind leg on each and with a few nicks of a knife you could pull the skin off and pull it down until you covered the head .
another quick cut and i used an old big spoon to take/scrape the insides -- an small hand ax would take the head and the paws and you rinsed it under the tap--- it only took a few moments .
rabbit was well salted and peppered and fried in dripping and not allowed to burn .
this was presented to my father and we both would breakfast on a couple of rabbits and a special time was august when the mushroom came out and we went to fields which had horses as for some reason they had the best mushrooms. .
it was the only times i was allowed to take the car aged 14 to get breakfast .
lough Corrib pink trout and young pre mix rabbit are still the pinnacle of my culinary taste and i have eaten in many countries from many restaurants and had some great food by talented people.
its not nostalgia or a memory of my great father who brought me fishing each mayfly season for years to lough Corrib and you ate some of the fish you caught each night and i who was young was at the table being laughed at by all as i was still rocking on my chair in time to the room which was rocking also as i had been on a boat from early morning and you drifted from the top of the lake driven by only the wind and you rocked gently mile after mile concentrating on a bunch of mayfly on your hook 20 ft away as you used long dapping rods to use the wind to suspend the flies in the water but leave no trace of the line ,
and the trial was to let the trout suck the mayfly then dip the rod and give him time to swallow before striking .
it was frequently too subtle a task for my young brain and everyone on the boat out fished me each day.
i was let out on one of 365 islands on lough Corrib and i had my mayfly boxes to fill by plucking them off furze bushes and placing them through a sliding coin sized hole in the box .
they would land the boat again and the gas stove and the lunch was taken off and strong tea was brewed and a small suitcase held doorstop hand cut real bread with country butter and mustard and a half inch slice of home cured ham between .
in sunshine i would gorge and then go for a quick swim in crystal clear lake water and on the floor of the boat with a big coat for a pillow i was allowed a quick snooze while they used an outboard to get us back to the top of Corrib again to drift for hours and the rattle of water against the hull was like an aesthetic -no two the same but it took hold of your mind and sent you off to the fairies --a deep deep sleep for a half hour .
this experience was soul affecting --you were on a small boat over deep water which had a presence of its own --- you could not define it was so powerful and mysterious .
your mind said must be miles deep and you were a long way from shore --i did not know we should have had life vests and i did not miss them .
the sun and the wind and the strange isolation in full view of the world -the smell of trout at your feet -the conversations between the men on the boat and the frequent silences which they were all comfortable with as the task and the effect of silently floating on a huge lake brought you closer to something nobody can fully define but it brings you inward to your soul and outward to the sun the water-the fish and the earth at the same time there exists a conversation which defies description.
all the men respected this conversation and were willing to let it take place.
i do not think the modern Irishman would be comfortable with the lengthy silences where a conversation with your soul was allowed to take place .
i was there and i have come from the middle ages to the 21st century in my lifetime .
i was sent out aged 6 and younger with a tray of food and tea to various gentle Irish travelling people who travelled through out Ireland and who slept in the ditch across the road from our house -- with sometimes a lean to rag tied to two sticks for shelter .
most of them elderly and in black .
they would return the tray to the door and i would be touched to my core by the sincerity of their spoken prayers for the house and all within it -- delivered by a bowed head .
an out stretched hand would then touch the top of my head with the flat of their hand and remain there for a few moments while a prayer was whispered low enough to know it was a prayer but not high enough to know what it was .
in my lifetime when the shit hit the fan and i should have died or lost everything and did not --my mind has returned to these whispers by a powerful strangers who today would not be seen to be powerful -but my memory marks them out as the most powerful people i ever met .
there existed an unspoken set of rules which were never abused generally a 3 day stay was typical and my mother would use good crockery with spoons and knife and fork and a good tray and it was a strange transaction where the quality of the food and respect for the person was somehow paid for in the blessings /prayers /good luck put into storage for some cruel time ahead when it was needed by the household .
the giving by a child who did not have the guile to hint the hand that gives is above the hand that receives was part of the process and taken note by all.
there was no fear of the Irish gentle travelling person who were generally taller than normal and spoke well and clearly and frequently had a noble and yet humble sophisticated presence and with their sincerity and sophisticated manners made you look at the ditch for weeks after and made you wonder did that powerful conversation just really take place and more than 60 years later my eyes are still drawn to the spot where they rested and i detect something that cannot be defined .
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The Past is the Educator !
 
Declan said:
My understanding is that his kidneys actually traversed , each to the opposite side. The result is that his sense of direction is destroyed and without a gps, he can not even navigate to the village to get a sliced pan.

His doctor explained that it was like when the magnetic poles reverse every 26, 000 years on the Earth.

That is why he frequently posts here on the wrong threads.
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only in Boston do they use their kidneys for navigation -- go traditional --try tea-leaves or the gizzard of freshly killed fowl .
the suburban might smell a little but you will get where you are going .
 
BIG FAT HOOR said:
only in Boston do they use their kidneys for navigation -- go traditional --try tea-leaves or the gizzard of freshly killed fowl .
the suburban might smell a little but you will get where you are going .
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Hey there - good to see the winds haven't blown you off your pew. Here in the Wesht it's starting again. Orange warning. Will it ever stop😵‍💫
 
BIG FAT HOOR said:
only in Boston do they use their kidneys for navigation -- go traditional --try tea-leaves or the gizzard of freshly killed fowl .
the suburban might smell a little but you will get where you are going .
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Is there a suction cup mounty thing to go next to the iPhone on the windscreen for those? (to hang entrails on)
 
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I have a sun roof that opens. My suburban is loaded but 5 years old now. A new one would be 85000.
 
That is not top of the line , which would be 105000.

I dont get that because it has 7 seats instead of 8.


The caddalac escalade is the same powertrain but much flashy but again, 7 seats. That is about $130,000
 
willows68 said:
Hey there - good to see the winds haven't blown you off your pew. Here in the Wesht it's starting again. Orange warning. Will it ever stop😵‍💫
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in 2018 i drove each day for lengthy periods on a circular route between 4 towns 5 times a day .
only when i climbed the hills up to the plateau did i see grass .
everywhere else was grey/brown burnt off by the sun like Spain or southern France .
farmers could not sell their cattle to buy feed and they were only kept in farming by the co ops agreeing to fund them for 6 months.
wives went back to work and all holidays and purchases were cancelled -- my brother in law delivers grain/feed to the farmers in his truck and he told me the invoice book for farmers which had a arrangement with the co op to survive was different from the usual and he was shocked by the amount and type of farmers which were in trouble.
if the gulf stream changes we are all fucked .
a few ski slopes wont keep the wolf from the door .
enjoy the orange rain and wind -- how many countries have wild fires the size of Greece.
 
1976 was the worst I can remember, but that was a long time ago, more recently in 2009 or 2010, there was an awful drought over the winter and rather than grass turn brown it turned a sickly green/yellow, a colour I had never witnessd before. But the sun wasn't shining and the cattle were already housed so little notice was taken, but it ruined a lot of swards and forage yields were badly affected come the spring.
 
Mad as Fish said:
1976 was the worst I can remember, but that was a long time ago, more recently in 2009 or 2010, there was an awful drought over the winter and rather than grass turn brown it turned a sickly green/yellow, a colour I had never witnessd before. But the sun wasn't shining and the cattle were already housed so little notice was taken, but it ruined a lot of swards and forage yields were badly affected come the spring.
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I remember that summer of '76. Fondly - as I was but a brat, and enjoyed the sun and heat days...and ye are right. The rain is a blessing - but here in my corner it's hasn't stopped since October and my vegetable garden suffers. I'll have to rethink the whole thing.
 
willows68 said:
I remember that summer of '76. Fondly - as I was but a brat, and enjoyed the sun and heat days...and ye are right. The rain is a blessing - but here in my corner it's hasn't stopped since October and my vegetable garden suffers. I'll have to rethink the whole thing.
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In the throes of a house conversion here and the garden has yet to be attended to. The lady did though, do a few veggies and was shocked by how they grew out here in the west, but everything does round these parts, that's the blessing of the rain.
 

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