It’s blowing a gale – literally: Storm Dennis – and I’m in a fairly seedy hotel (the cheapest I could find without actually sharing a dormitory). The windows are rattling. Above the howling of the wind there’s a whining coming from next door, in the room that shares what would be a beautiful grand curved window had it not been carved up. They must have a dog in there. Continue reading Touching
Yippee! No more injecting myself! Two weeks ago I was discharged from hospital on the second day post op. Continue reading Bariatric Surgery, the First Two Weeks
A friend is coming over. I was supposed to go to dinner at her place, but she has found herself caught up in something and now she is coming here later and bringing strawberries. I’ve done a bit of scurryfunging – the bare minimum, in the kitchen. Will we sit there or outside? Is is warm enough, and what about the rats? Continue reading Rats!
Of course, when bad things do happen, and happen thick and fast as they did to me a few years ago, it is easy to explain the feeling of dread and anxiety. But I experienced this for a long time before. For years I went about my business (to the extent that I went, or had business) with the expectation that I was shortly to receive a tap on the shoulder in the form of some calamity or other. I was rigid with fear. Continue reading The True Cause of Dread and Anxiety
Awake, awake, awake all night. Continue reading Mindfulness. Wakefulness.
I laughed like a drain the first time it happened. Continue reading Knowing Which Way Is Up
That nothing good ever happens to me is a habit of mine. Continue reading Nothing Good Ever Happens To Me