cuti3moto
Member
Time for a quick update.
I’ve been a bit quiet recently due to having to take the time to deal with unforeseen issues.
To explain that comment, some background is required.
I finished my trade last century, and have worked a succession of more senior roles over the years, eventually ending up in corporate project management.
Mid-2022 found me growing increasingly disillusioned with corporate hyperbole (a twenty-dollar word for bullshite).
The bigger the organisation, the more time spent telling you not only how to think, but also what to think.
Challenging the corporate narrative is verboten.
Critical thought is killed by group-think.
Innovation is starved by desperation.
It seemed that way to me anyway.
So, in my late forties, I went back on the spanners.
Pretty good decision, hey?
On the up-side, it was quite refreshing to not be responsible for others for the first time in a long time.
It was also gratifying to prove to myself that I could still cut it on the tools.
Getting paid big bucks for working less than six months of the year also helped.
But, I’m not gonna lie – there were challenges.
Physically, the first couple of weeks really hurt.
I had to resort to dropping Advil (Ibuprofen, or Ranger Candy for you ‘merkins) a couple of times.
It took my shiny-arse (office worker) body a little while to catch up.
It turns out that although trade skills are perishable, it is like riding a bike – practice (and learning from mistakes) makes perfect.
Since I’m in a position to critique by way of experience and education, in my estimation, trade skills are generally declining, and leadership is generally poor.
I can illustrate this point by way of an example.
One day, a was working with a young fella (a relative newb) on a job.
He was using an air tool, and was holding it up in front of his face to access the work area.
He was right beside me when the air line blew off the fitting on the tool.
I saw it whip past his face – luckily it didn’t hit him, or me.
I told him straight away that he needed to report the incident to the supervisor, which he did.
About five minutes later he came back out saying the supervisor told him not to worry about it.
I saw red over this, and went to confront the supervisor.
He made a comment to the effect that no-one was hurt, so it didn’t need to be reported.
I made a comment to the effect that if he didn’t understand the difference between an incident (something unforeseen happens, but nothing goes wrong), an accident (something unforeseen happens and something goes wrong), and the obligation to report both, then he shouldn’t be a supervisor.
Yes, I know, I know – way to make friends and influence people.
But, I was right – the example of this supervisor is symptomatic of generally weak leadership.
After about eight months I had an epiphany in the middle of one night-shift – the fact that this problem exists means one (or more) of three things.
1) Industry is unaware of the problem
2) Industry is aware of the problem, but unable to do anything about it
3) Industry is aware of the problem, but unwilling to do anything about it
My pragmatic money is on a combination of the three, but I know for a fact that training a good tradie, supervisor, craftsman, or leader even takes time, and is quite expensive.
Based on recent experience, I also know that general blue and white collar skill levels are fundamentally compromised, at least in the industries I’m familiar with.
Regardless, the existence of this problem means there is opportunity in solving it.
So, I’ve started taking steps towards exploiting that opportunity.
The first of which was to start trading as a sub-contractor on a short-term gig.
This lasted from February to May this year, and was both the best and worst of times.
On the plus side, my crew were great blokes who were all really good at their jobs.
It was a small site, so we had minimal management bullshite to deal with, and a reasonably stable workload.
It’s also refreshing to be able to do the job without having to worry about the PC police.
On the down-side, small operations can sometimes be sinks for incompetence and nepotism.
So it proved here.
We had a sub-contractor (with some of his own employees on site) supervising other sub-contractors, and blatantly blaming others for the failings of his own people.
One of his blokes had an incident on another part of the site – it was bad enough that he was medevaced.
Afterward, in a pre-start meeting, this clown threatened to “bury” anyone who reported safety issues.
An immature twunt in my opinion, but you get that.
Myself, and others, had also seen holes in the cheese lining up.
To explain that comment further, the swiss cheese theory (https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct.../PMC1298298/&usg=AOvVaw2R591f7PUHNriBbq_ocXup) basically means that every major incident or accident is the culmination of lots of little things going wrong.
If enough of these small failures (known as holes in the cheese) line up, someone can get hurt or killed.
Extreme examples include the Piper Alpha disaster (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piper_Alpha), the three Moura disasters (http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-accident/26/kianga-no-1-mine-explosion-1975, http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-event/48/moura-4-mine-1986, http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-event/49/moura-2-mine-1994), the Mt Mulligan disaster (http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-event/42/mt-mulligan-mine-1921), and so on.
I’ve never worked off-shore, but I can imagine the terror of those blokes on the Piper Alpha when the holes in the cheese lined up and an incident became a high-order accident very quickly.
I have worked at Moura – the monument to the eleven blokes killed underground in 1994 is quite sobering.
Twenty-one blokes went to work that night expecting to come out safely twelve hours later.
They had no idea that the holes in the cheese had already lined up, and some of them would be entombed there forever as a result.
I never want to experience that directly, or for anyone else to experience it.
But, fact is that it’s coming, and it will happen by lots of little things going wrong.
Most of which will be preventable, but overlooked, or ignored.
You see enough shite go wrong, and you get better at seeing the holes in the cheese line up.
Hence I get a bit of a bug up my arse when I see it happening.
So, on top of old mate hurting himself, we had one mini-bus full of people leave the road at speed, and get damaged bad enough that the chassis was bent.
No-one hurt, but the incident wasn’t reported.
The damage was only found after the vehicle went in for service.
Another time, a bus I was a passenger on drove straight through a stop sign in an industrial area.
Not cool.
Yet another time, a so-called expert got a lifting procedure really wrong, causing an uncontrolled energy release, and badly damaging some equipment.
On the face of it, none of these are major incidents.
But they could have been.
When you have supervisors (who have a statutory responsibility for these sort of things) bullying people to not report them, well, you have another hole in the cheese – a big one.
A few photos to sum my feeling up on that point.
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_60196b73aa7549eaa220388624b8f92d~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_3fdb6bb16f2f4649a6b6fbd000f7b9b9~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_e071d5ba8723494980e04f69fd4aa14d~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_c9aadc5f7cf84638b02726183dd691b8~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_609480cbc7104ba4834a84c37d329d56~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_58a1445e75ed4cb6ac84913f823911db~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_36f28d36517044bdb65e49603208ee1f~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_631a2ee82aee4457a9d37c82f77d9e37~mv2.jpg
Anyway, this gig was set to finish in August, so I was already looking around for the next thing.
Luckily, I secured another gig three weeks ago, and was agonising over how much notice to give the old job.
As it happens, I was finished up at the end of that swing, so I didn’t have to give any.
No big deal – it happens as a subby, and I was expecting it anyway.
So, I was looking forward to having a couple of weeks off, then starting the new gig.
Well, to address my opening remarks, I had a couple of weeks off alright.
I spent them trying to recover my last invoice, which, despite having signed timesheets, the client was disputing.
Then my tools went missing while in the care of the client.
Neither of these things made me a happy bunny.
Assuming the worst, I tapped into all the outside help I could – happily, there are plenty of government legal resources available here for just such situations.
When I had all my ducks and drakes in order, I had one last shot at reaching out to a senior client manager on site to plead my case.
Within twenty-four hours, he had found my tools.
Within forty-eight hours, the client had agreed to honour my last invoice.
I hate having to go all Karen, but it’s funny how things can change when you go to the organ grinder, rather than the monkey.
This change of employment is relevant for a couple of reasons.
First and foremost, my new gig is a staff (shiny-arse) role – I’ll be home for a three-day weekend every weekend, and, after a month or so of on-boarding, will be working from home every second week.
I’ll also be earning more, so my project time and cash budget has grown.
Second, it’s a twelve-month contract, so my options to take leave in the next year are limited.
I’m already committed to a family trip in June/July this year, which the new client has agreed to honour.
I’m already committed to TT24, and have already forewarned the client that I’ll be having time off for that.
However, taking two weeks off in August/September to do the Simpson Desert trip is not likely to happen.
Nor is taking a week off in March next year to drive down to speed week.
I can live with these delays – they are sideways detours to get me closer to the big-picture goal.
On the project front, I did spend some time last week videoing work with the intent of writing less, and filming more.
However, getting paid and tracking my tools down occupied most of my bandwidth, and I didn’t get as far along with this as I would have liked.
On the up-side, with the prospect of not getting paid in full, I did spend some time revising my project budget.
Happily, I now have a pretty good idea of the projects I want to do, and at least a rough idea of how much they’re going to cost.
This has allowed me to expand my project scope – more about that in due course.
For now, I have linked my tame engineer to the video I posted earlier of Gurty’s 2D suspension model (https://youtu.be/_IzES1fKpWI).
I have also indicated which materials I intend to use (e.g. tube, round bar, and flat bar etc.), and how I intend to join it (e.g. brazing, bearing, and bolts etc.).
He already knows that I intend to boost the engine, and from the video he’ll have some idea of what I need the whole package to do.
What I need from him is some guidance as to whether my design is, in his eyes, feasible.
If it’s not feasible, I need guidance on how I make it so.
For no other reason than I can, I have also been researching compound turbos, and doing the calculations to identify a suitable smaller companion turbo to partner with my current TD04.
I have also found a supplier of spoked tubeless rims – they’re not cheap, but they are strong.
No, I’m not going to modify a set of spoked rims with spackle, or anything else for that matter.
That’s just an accident waiting to happen.
I have sourced the material for my frame jig, and have started making it.
No photos or video yet, as I needed to get another household welding project (a new gate for the side of the house – one big enough to get bikes and stuff through) out of the way first.
I have also decided to delay making my blast-box – Gurty’s frame won’t need it, and I can out-source this as required until I have the necessary time and space.
I’ve managed to track down just about all the parts I’ll need to rebuild and boost the engine – I’ll start ordering this week.
I’d ideally like to dyno the rebuilt engine before turbo-ing, and after – after all, as old mate says here @15:20 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=790IVZBIoqI) without data, all I have is opinions.
And I’d really like to know how much I’m gaining.
Time will tell on that one.
In other news, dad has found himself a new place, and will be moving in August.
In the meantime, he’s staying with his sister, and is making plans to do all kinds of trips to go and see old mates.
Funny thing is that mum always said they didn’t travel much because dad wouldn’t or couldn’t leave home.
Based on how much he’s getting about now leads me to understand it might have been the other way around.
It’s also been a wake-up call for me.
Time gets away quick – if I don’t take concrete action to bring my projects to fruition, then they might not happen.
No-one else is going to make this happen.
It’s on me.
Hence the motivation for the career diversion I spoke about earlier, as well as my choice of projects going forward.
On a similar line of thought, further to my last update, Quicky’s mate did a quite touching eulogy on his channel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5HHgwjpxy4).
I don’t know why, but got all emotional watching it.
It has also motivated me a lot.
As has watching the NW200 and TT23 footage over the last couple of weeks.
Watching it online is one thing – seeing it in person is entirely another.
I may have said this before, but seeing my first TT changed my life.
For the better, too.
Finally, I had my quarterly blood-work four weeks ago.
I’m due to see my Urologist in about four weeks’ time – he’ll update me on my cancer status then.
In fact, after nearly a year back doing hard physical work, I’m fitter and stronger than I’ve been for a long time.
Other than occasional shooting pains right up my core, I feel fine.
However, this happens intermittently, and is bad enough that it brings tears to my eyes.
I usually have to stop what I’m doing to see what’s going to happen next.
Options include vomiting, shiteing myself, or passing out.
Hasn’t happened yet, but always feels like it could.
The first couple of times it happened, I thought I had bowel cancer.
Tests for that returned negative results.
For now, until told otherwise, I’m relatively cancer-free.
My GP is still yelling at me for having high cholesterol.
Despite using a combination of diet and exercise to drop from 108kg to 92kg, my bad cholesterol is still up.
Given how much weight I’ve dropped, I’m not sure that diet alone will be enough to lower it, but my GP has convinced me to see a dietician next.
I’m sceptical, but I really don’t want to medicate unless I really have to, so I’m prepared to give it a go.
I plan on updating more frequently going forward, and being more active on the socials.
Time will tell as to whether or not I can make that stick.
C3M.
I’ve been a bit quiet recently due to having to take the time to deal with unforeseen issues.
To explain that comment, some background is required.
I finished my trade last century, and have worked a succession of more senior roles over the years, eventually ending up in corporate project management.
Mid-2022 found me growing increasingly disillusioned with corporate hyperbole (a twenty-dollar word for bullshite).
The bigger the organisation, the more time spent telling you not only how to think, but also what to think.
Challenging the corporate narrative is verboten.
Critical thought is killed by group-think.
Innovation is starved by desperation.
It seemed that way to me anyway.
So, in my late forties, I went back on the spanners.
Pretty good decision, hey?
On the up-side, it was quite refreshing to not be responsible for others for the first time in a long time.
It was also gratifying to prove to myself that I could still cut it on the tools.
Getting paid big bucks for working less than six months of the year also helped.
But, I’m not gonna lie – there were challenges.
Physically, the first couple of weeks really hurt.
I had to resort to dropping Advil (Ibuprofen, or Ranger Candy for you ‘merkins) a couple of times.
It took my shiny-arse (office worker) body a little while to catch up.
It turns out that although trade skills are perishable, it is like riding a bike – practice (and learning from mistakes) makes perfect.
Since I’m in a position to critique by way of experience and education, in my estimation, trade skills are generally declining, and leadership is generally poor.
I can illustrate this point by way of an example.
One day, a was working with a young fella (a relative newb) on a job.
He was using an air tool, and was holding it up in front of his face to access the work area.
He was right beside me when the air line blew off the fitting on the tool.
I saw it whip past his face – luckily it didn’t hit him, or me.
I told him straight away that he needed to report the incident to the supervisor, which he did.
About five minutes later he came back out saying the supervisor told him not to worry about it.
I saw red over this, and went to confront the supervisor.
He made a comment to the effect that no-one was hurt, so it didn’t need to be reported.
I made a comment to the effect that if he didn’t understand the difference between an incident (something unforeseen happens, but nothing goes wrong), an accident (something unforeseen happens and something goes wrong), and the obligation to report both, then he shouldn’t be a supervisor.
Yes, I know, I know – way to make friends and influence people.
But, I was right – the example of this supervisor is symptomatic of generally weak leadership.
After about eight months I had an epiphany in the middle of one night-shift – the fact that this problem exists means one (or more) of three things.
1) Industry is unaware of the problem
2) Industry is aware of the problem, but unable to do anything about it
3) Industry is aware of the problem, but unwilling to do anything about it
My pragmatic money is on a combination of the three, but I know for a fact that training a good tradie, supervisor, craftsman, or leader even takes time, and is quite expensive.
Based on recent experience, I also know that general blue and white collar skill levels are fundamentally compromised, at least in the industries I’m familiar with.
Regardless, the existence of this problem means there is opportunity in solving it.
So, I’ve started taking steps towards exploiting that opportunity.
The first of which was to start trading as a sub-contractor on a short-term gig.
This lasted from February to May this year, and was both the best and worst of times.
On the plus side, my crew were great blokes who were all really good at their jobs.
It was a small site, so we had minimal management bullshite to deal with, and a reasonably stable workload.
It’s also refreshing to be able to do the job without having to worry about the PC police.
On the down-side, small operations can sometimes be sinks for incompetence and nepotism.
So it proved here.
We had a sub-contractor (with some of his own employees on site) supervising other sub-contractors, and blatantly blaming others for the failings of his own people.
One of his blokes had an incident on another part of the site – it was bad enough that he was medevaced.
Afterward, in a pre-start meeting, this clown threatened to “bury” anyone who reported safety issues.
An immature twunt in my opinion, but you get that.
Myself, and others, had also seen holes in the cheese lining up.
To explain that comment further, the swiss cheese theory (https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct.../PMC1298298/&usg=AOvVaw2R591f7PUHNriBbq_ocXup) basically means that every major incident or accident is the culmination of lots of little things going wrong.
If enough of these small failures (known as holes in the cheese) line up, someone can get hurt or killed.
Extreme examples include the Piper Alpha disaster (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piper_Alpha), the three Moura disasters (http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-accident/26/kianga-no-1-mine-explosion-1975, http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-event/48/moura-4-mine-1986, http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-event/49/moura-2-mine-1994), the Mt Mulligan disaster (http://www.mineaccidents.com.au/mine-event/42/mt-mulligan-mine-1921), and so on.
I’ve never worked off-shore, but I can imagine the terror of those blokes on the Piper Alpha when the holes in the cheese lined up and an incident became a high-order accident very quickly.
I have worked at Moura – the monument to the eleven blokes killed underground in 1994 is quite sobering.
Twenty-one blokes went to work that night expecting to come out safely twelve hours later.
They had no idea that the holes in the cheese had already lined up, and some of them would be entombed there forever as a result.
I never want to experience that directly, or for anyone else to experience it.
But, fact is that it’s coming, and it will happen by lots of little things going wrong.
Most of which will be preventable, but overlooked, or ignored.
You see enough shite go wrong, and you get better at seeing the holes in the cheese line up.
Hence I get a bit of a bug up my arse when I see it happening.
So, on top of old mate hurting himself, we had one mini-bus full of people leave the road at speed, and get damaged bad enough that the chassis was bent.
No-one hurt, but the incident wasn’t reported.
The damage was only found after the vehicle went in for service.
Another time, a bus I was a passenger on drove straight through a stop sign in an industrial area.
Not cool.
Yet another time, a so-called expert got a lifting procedure really wrong, causing an uncontrolled energy release, and badly damaging some equipment.
On the face of it, none of these are major incidents.
But they could have been.
When you have supervisors (who have a statutory responsibility for these sort of things) bullying people to not report them, well, you have another hole in the cheese – a big one.
A few photos to sum my feeling up on that point.
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_60196b73aa7549eaa220388624b8f92d~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_3fdb6bb16f2f4649a6b6fbd000f7b9b9~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_e071d5ba8723494980e04f69fd4aa14d~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_c9aadc5f7cf84638b02726183dd691b8~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_609480cbc7104ba4834a84c37d329d56~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_58a1445e75ed4cb6ac84913f823911db~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_36f28d36517044bdb65e49603208ee1f~mv2.jpg
https://static.wixstatic.com/media/...197a_631a2ee82aee4457a9d37c82f77d9e37~mv2.jpg
Anyway, this gig was set to finish in August, so I was already looking around for the next thing.
Luckily, I secured another gig three weeks ago, and was agonising over how much notice to give the old job.
As it happens, I was finished up at the end of that swing, so I didn’t have to give any.
No big deal – it happens as a subby, and I was expecting it anyway.
So, I was looking forward to having a couple of weeks off, then starting the new gig.
Well, to address my opening remarks, I had a couple of weeks off alright.
I spent them trying to recover my last invoice, which, despite having signed timesheets, the client was disputing.
Then my tools went missing while in the care of the client.
Neither of these things made me a happy bunny.
Assuming the worst, I tapped into all the outside help I could – happily, there are plenty of government legal resources available here for just such situations.
When I had all my ducks and drakes in order, I had one last shot at reaching out to a senior client manager on site to plead my case.
Within twenty-four hours, he had found my tools.
Within forty-eight hours, the client had agreed to honour my last invoice.
I hate having to go all Karen, but it’s funny how things can change when you go to the organ grinder, rather than the monkey.
This change of employment is relevant for a couple of reasons.
First and foremost, my new gig is a staff (shiny-arse) role – I’ll be home for a three-day weekend every weekend, and, after a month or so of on-boarding, will be working from home every second week.
I’ll also be earning more, so my project time and cash budget has grown.
Second, it’s a twelve-month contract, so my options to take leave in the next year are limited.
I’m already committed to a family trip in June/July this year, which the new client has agreed to honour.
I’m already committed to TT24, and have already forewarned the client that I’ll be having time off for that.
However, taking two weeks off in August/September to do the Simpson Desert trip is not likely to happen.
Nor is taking a week off in March next year to drive down to speed week.
I can live with these delays – they are sideways detours to get me closer to the big-picture goal.
On the project front, I did spend some time last week videoing work with the intent of writing less, and filming more.
However, getting paid and tracking my tools down occupied most of my bandwidth, and I didn’t get as far along with this as I would have liked.
On the up-side, with the prospect of not getting paid in full, I did spend some time revising my project budget.
Happily, I now have a pretty good idea of the projects I want to do, and at least a rough idea of how much they’re going to cost.
This has allowed me to expand my project scope – more about that in due course.
For now, I have linked my tame engineer to the video I posted earlier of Gurty’s 2D suspension model (https://youtu.be/_IzES1fKpWI).
I have also indicated which materials I intend to use (e.g. tube, round bar, and flat bar etc.), and how I intend to join it (e.g. brazing, bearing, and bolts etc.).
He already knows that I intend to boost the engine, and from the video he’ll have some idea of what I need the whole package to do.
What I need from him is some guidance as to whether my design is, in his eyes, feasible.
If it’s not feasible, I need guidance on how I make it so.
For no other reason than I can, I have also been researching compound turbos, and doing the calculations to identify a suitable smaller companion turbo to partner with my current TD04.
I have also found a supplier of spoked tubeless rims – they’re not cheap, but they are strong.
No, I’m not going to modify a set of spoked rims with spackle, or anything else for that matter.
That’s just an accident waiting to happen.
I have sourced the material for my frame jig, and have started making it.
No photos or video yet, as I needed to get another household welding project (a new gate for the side of the house – one big enough to get bikes and stuff through) out of the way first.
I have also decided to delay making my blast-box – Gurty’s frame won’t need it, and I can out-source this as required until I have the necessary time and space.
I’ve managed to track down just about all the parts I’ll need to rebuild and boost the engine – I’ll start ordering this week.
I’d ideally like to dyno the rebuilt engine before turbo-ing, and after – after all, as old mate says here @15:20 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=790IVZBIoqI) without data, all I have is opinions.
And I’d really like to know how much I’m gaining.
Time will tell on that one.
In other news, dad has found himself a new place, and will be moving in August.
In the meantime, he’s staying with his sister, and is making plans to do all kinds of trips to go and see old mates.
Funny thing is that mum always said they didn’t travel much because dad wouldn’t or couldn’t leave home.
Based on how much he’s getting about now leads me to understand it might have been the other way around.
It’s also been a wake-up call for me.
Time gets away quick – if I don’t take concrete action to bring my projects to fruition, then they might not happen.
No-one else is going to make this happen.
It’s on me.
Hence the motivation for the career diversion I spoke about earlier, as well as my choice of projects going forward.
On a similar line of thought, further to my last update, Quicky’s mate did a quite touching eulogy on his channel (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5HHgwjpxy4).
I don’t know why, but got all emotional watching it.
It has also motivated me a lot.
As has watching the NW200 and TT23 footage over the last couple of weeks.
Watching it online is one thing – seeing it in person is entirely another.
I may have said this before, but seeing my first TT changed my life.
For the better, too.
Finally, I had my quarterly blood-work four weeks ago.
I’m due to see my Urologist in about four weeks’ time – he’ll update me on my cancer status then.
In fact, after nearly a year back doing hard physical work, I’m fitter and stronger than I’ve been for a long time.
Other than occasional shooting pains right up my core, I feel fine.
However, this happens intermittently, and is bad enough that it brings tears to my eyes.
I usually have to stop what I’m doing to see what’s going to happen next.
Options include vomiting, shiteing myself, or passing out.
Hasn’t happened yet, but always feels like it could.
The first couple of times it happened, I thought I had bowel cancer.
Tests for that returned negative results.
For now, until told otherwise, I’m relatively cancer-free.
My GP is still yelling at me for having high cholesterol.
Despite using a combination of diet and exercise to drop from 108kg to 92kg, my bad cholesterol is still up.
Given how much weight I’ve dropped, I’m not sure that diet alone will be enough to lower it, but my GP has convinced me to see a dietician next.
I’m sceptical, but I really don’t want to medicate unless I really have to, so I’m prepared to give it a go.
I plan on updating more frequently going forward, and being more active on the socials.
Time will tell as to whether or not I can make that stick.
C3M.
