Post 225: The goose is getting fat.
A Victorian-styled green tree will soon infest our homes and start the process of dressing our homes for Christmas.
Both inside and out there’s a mad obsession to use the electric power we have been trying ...
Post 224: I Closed My Eyes, Drew Back the Curtain.
Am I in a dream, am I writing my own replies, am I going to wake up soon and find myself back twenty years and able to get that prostate check I wanted, taken more seriously, saving me from this hel...
Post 223: Steroid Rosy Cheeks Again.
I reached the back teeth with the cleaner-than-white toothpaste before my Darling tonight — the first time in weeks. Mostly because my chairlift was given the green light before she was ready to climb the s...
Post 222: A long day that never ends.
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It’s raining hard this afternoon as the sun sets on a beautiful day.
It should be a hip hip hurrah,
But of all the feelings I have seen,
Pain is the King and tears are his Queen.
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Post 221: Laxido and the Lesser-Sipped-Morphine.
By midday I’d given up hovering over the phone waiting for a call from radiotherapy. I needed to get on with other things — I can’t spend the whole day imprisoned by an 8:30–5:...
