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Mostly you will find, here, transcribed entries from the secret diary that I used to keep as a teenager between 1970 and 1975. I try to be honest with my transcriptions, but, just occasionally I do edit, to protect myself or others from embarrassment or some other emotion.
Also, though, I like to do a brief review of the books I have been reading, so these are interspersed throughout. I reserve the right to write blog entries, also, about other random things.
Why do I keep this blog? I don't know. I am an academic and one of my research interests is around how people construct their own identities. The diary transcriptions, and what I write about my books, are very much about revealing something of my identity.

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

A post from my grown-up me.

This is not from the teenage diary.

What I have learned in the last three months.

  1. The sun is not a friend  it is an enemy and getting a tan is a sign that your skin is trying to protect itself against further damage. I knew that really, I am a bore with my factor 20 sun-cream. But there is knowing, and there is knowing.
  2. It is always worth going to the doctor with a mole that has changed shape or looks odd.
  3. I never thought that I would see the words 'malignant' or 'prognosis' in a letter about me. These words overshadowed all the other words in the letter and stopped me seeing them. I have been around enough to know what they can mean in real human terms.
  4. Having flesh cut out of your leg (two times!!) doesn't hurt, with enough local anaesthetic. 
  5. The word 'malignant' is enough to stop you being able to give blood. My blood is not as valuable / good as it once was.
  6. Things sometimes turn out okay in the end, as the brown envelope that arrived in the post this morning told me.
  7. The National Health Service is a great institution that we should protect.
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