Welcome to March 2025. It’s not the same as any other March: it is a new month, a new day, a new moment in the forward-spinning journey of our lives. But it is still Endometriosis Action Month. I’ve been blogging here for five years, and loving it. My starting point for this blog was myContinue reading “Drug seeker?”
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Bring me a glass of wine
Socks. You either have too many of them, or too few. Typically, when weather is cold and the sales hit, you buy a few pairs of socks from your favourite retailer – savvy and responsible consumerism, you think; can’t beat it. You enjoy the next few days of cosy feet, and a warm feeling ofContinue reading “Bring me a glass of wine”
Truth, justice, and an ice-cold can of cider!
It’s been a ‘Stop the Clocks’ kinda week. You know, like that poem, the one that goes something like; stop the clocks, cut off the phone, stop the dog barking by giving it a bone, and let the planes flying overhead write on the sky that he is … … … … … … … Continue reading “Truth, justice, and an ice-cold can of cider!”
Lacuna
A memory resurfaces. I am standing in a blue-curtained booth in A&E. A young nurse or doctor walks in and asks me where the patient is. I am the patient. I am here. I am leaning on something. Probably medical equipment – it’s got wires and bits sticking out of it. There is nowhere toContinue reading “Lacuna”
Scraps
There was something uniquely depressing about that moment in May, when I pulled the little pile of paper scraps out of the mail bag. It was Mum’s 70th birthday. For about a year now, her resolutely advancing Parkinson’s has grown grimly evident, in every aspect of her physical and mental existence. Simple movements, eating, drinking, evenContinue reading “Scraps”
Beatling along the road to recovery
Recovery from an operation is about as linear as a cat’s favourite ball of yarn. After a few weeks of disproportionate ups and downs, tangled up with some minor but disruptive post-op symptoms, I’ve had to force myself into a ‘slow and steady’ mindset; not an easy task for me. I’ve returned to daily walksContinue reading “Beatling along the road to recovery”
Agency and inevitability
Let me get this straight: I am not one of those ‘filial duty’ types. I do believe that every human being should live with respect, kindness and dignity. I do believe in being an agent and a catalyst for these; but not for the sake of guilt, conscience, pride, reputation or reward. I don’t believeContinue reading “Agency and inevitability”
An apology to my husband
Thank goodness for synthetics. I am of course a big fan of the natural world, but some man-made things deserve a special mention nonetheless; such as chocolate, chewing gum, dentistry (probably in that order), fleecy blankets and flip flops (again in that order), synthetic hormones, digital technology, and PU leather. I have synthetic hormones toContinue reading “An apology to my husband”
Adumbrations
I’ve said this before: memes are great. They help you make sense of the world. Or make fun of it – an arguably more helpful exercise in these polarised, unpredictable times. A meme I’ve seen recently features a naked baby sitting on a waterlogged seashore, a puzzled expression on his chubby face. He looks likeContinue reading “Adumbrations”
Bees
There is a beehive in my lower left jaw. That’s what it feels like. It’s obscenely swollen. It’s buzzy, itchy, painful and hot. The bees are stinging as they work, creating new and impossible shapes in the jawbone, heating and hardening the bruised flesh. Yesterday morning, my beloved dentist, the only dentist I trust andContinue reading “Bees”
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