Post 285: Doc tomorrow, should I stop HT?
Staring up at the pitch black ceiling with my eyes open, I start to see big shadows in the light from I don’t know where. Tomorrow I get to see the doc. What do I say?
I pick up and hold my phone as m...
Post 284: Nothing to see here…
The Canary Islands
After the beautiful Lord Mayors show
I’ve begun to feel so very low
It’s not enough to tell doc
I really don’t need pills full stop
Off to where the sun shines hot
Using up...
Post 283: oh happy day…
My smile is wide even through the frustration and enormous cost, but the end is so worth it.
Don’t stop me now, I’m having such a good time — I’m having a ball.
Only the bank manager was havin...
Post 282: s4a — Survivalists 4th age.
s4a Decrepit, Dissolution with Dignity.
So where do I start explaining why I’m all for pigeon-holing myself in this new definition of the last stage of life.
Many of you are not in the s4a yet and I&r...
Post 281: Honesty, dozing and a cheese and onion panini.
A text came in today from a kindly soul who deserved better than my all-guns-blazing reply. She had only asked how I was doing in a very friendly way that was without nosiness and full of kind...
