Post 298: Like a well oiled plan.
What could go wrong?
Well, now you come to mention it, loads, but I’m taking the side of the lucky guy and all is peachy-keen.
A quick chat with the hospice was all it was. Neither caller nor I were ready fo...
Post 297: Self advocacy rules my life.
The good news is that I’ve got a bright head full of complex thoughts (except for the simple but stubborn words that hide inside the cerebral jelly my brain is turning into) and apart from my frozen shoul...
Post 296: My Darling’s worn out.
It doesn’t matter how much you care for someone or are being cared for by someone — even if they are your best friends forever — everything is cast in their face about how they feel.
After a ...
Post 295: What a day!
For what it’s worth, I will give the boys and girls of NHS UK a round of applause. You are genuine stars and the attitude of most of you keeps the wheels of medical interventions rolling.
At midday I had a massive heat b...
Post 294: My elephant tears are unending.
Salty mud-bath eyes.
By Mr U
I wish I was an elephant,
in a bath of mud
‘cos there would be no signs of tears,
I cry for all my worth,
Today is just like all the days,
I live by hour and hour,
But I a...
