Post 227: Je revive — but I’m tired.
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Waking to a pain that’s deep inside
Under the t-shirt, my sleep denied
Ask again, am I still alive
Regaining eyesight, Je revive
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Tiredness draws th...
Post 226: Alone with my heavy eyelids.
My dancing fingers are not obeying my every command and the double tapping is getting worse, but making things even more problematic is the tiredness.
When I had the radiotherapy last week I was given a few po...
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...
