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Sunday, 11 February 2018

February Stock Take

Remember those pesky Indians, no, not them riding round the wagons, these ones.


That's them all rebased and just needing some finishing touches.


They are now on 40x20mm MDF bases by Warbases. Three bases makes a unit for To The Strongest as I plan to use a 150mm grid. Must get the rest of the army based and then some opponents.

I have some universal carriers as a commission for a chum.


Just some detailing left to do, highlights and decals.


I've made up some bases from plasticard, plaster, gravel and sand. Paint will follow.


They were an incredibly fiddly build, far too many small parts so probably not designed for the wargames table.

I've started another commission for a friend.


There are quite a few of them.


Can you tell what they are yet?


They seem to take paint rather well.


How am I? That's a good question.


What do I have?

Only two doses of painkillers a day now and none of that opiate stuff.

A functioning bladder and bowel.

Residual pain around the surgery sites and a very tender left testicle.

A full nights sleep most nights without any fever issues.

Short (dabbling) sessions in the wargames hut but not very productive ones.


What do I not have?

Stamina. A 10 minute walk to get the morning paper leaves me exhausted till teatime.

Stamina. A half hour walk with my 18 month old grandson leaves me exhausted till later on the following day.

Appetite. I struggle to eat a full meal. I have gained 2 pounds in the last week so I'm only 1 stone 12 pounds underweight now. Eating a KitKat is a challenge. My legs are like sticks and I can see my ribs.

Permission to drive. Another couple of weeks yet. Even then I may not be strong enough to do an emergency stop.


What's ahead?

Another good question.

All the planning and scheduling I had in mind has gone. Everything I hoped that would take weeks will now take months.

Keep watching this space but no need to hurry back.






Thursday, 1 February 2018

24 Days Later

24 days ago I had a few (several hundred) figures that looked like this.

 
They are Mauryan Indian archers in 10mm by Pendraken.


They are on custom made magnetised plasticard bases scaled for a set of rules in my head.

Today they look like this.


I also have a pile of rubble which will be filed under 'B'.


The figures are destined for the great rebasing queue. Their time is now as you may guess in a few minutes.

24 days ago I was just coming around in the recovery room feeling somewhat different, lighter, not a care in the world, nothing could be sweeter.

1 day later reality stepped into the argument. Where was that pain coming from? Why is the consultant saying I can go home?

Fortunately the ward staff nurse disagreed and it was another 3 days before I had the opportunity to count the 192 pot holes on the 7.1 mile trip home.

Life was not unreasonable for a cancer survivor, at least it felt not too bad.

Then, things went downhill.

I had an infection, perhaps two, producing no end of breathing problems, a fever, a sweat plague, constipation, depression, paranoia, a helluva sore left testicle, no appetite, no focus and probably a few more things I can no longer remember, ah, I remember now, an opiate overdose.

I am two stone underweight (28 pounds to those across the pond) but find eating a bit of a chore. I am on a lighter dose of painkillers, can shuffle from one end of the house to the other without almost falling over 2 or 3 times.

On the good side I can drink fluid and, woo hoo, pee which is what started off this adventure in the first place. Happy Days.

Where are we now?

Am not too sure but I spent more than an hour in the wargames hut this evening doing something not very important but at least something. Rebasing figures is mind numbingly boring but it is about as much I can manage today.

What will tomorrow bring?