372: Save one last dance for me,
(By Dysfunctional Dave)
I want another flick and toss,
Just one more fighting chance,
It’s not the end of life I want—
I’d like to tell the boss
I didn’t choose this stupid end,
...
Post 371: Shoulder hydrodilatation — ouch!
“On a scale of 10, when you get to 7 tell me and we’ll rest,” said the optimistic consultant when I had got “comfy” on the slimmest bed I’ve ever seen, before and a...
Post 370: Chocolate poisoning from Easter gifts.
It’s easy for a chocoholic like me to hoard an egg or two at this time of year but, upon opening said egg, it’s very hard not to consume all the contents as if I were a child with a hungry...
Post 369: Day 2 repairing bike. Day 5 on my body’s full power.
“Limitations” was all about doing stuff when you can but realising we 60-year-olds can’t re-charge fully any more; that’s without the cancer added to the mi...
Post 368: Limitations.
Wherever can I start with what’s on my mind today. My limitations are so bloody obvious—and so many—it’s no wonder I swoop into despair sometimes.
I wonder what’s to happen to me. Short term, lon...
