Santipolo

I have a lovely one. Each month I sort out all my pills by day and AM/PM and it’s great. I cannot use it without the clock nearby which tells me the date because, most mornings I don’t have a clue and … if I don’t have a month supply of meds, I run out toward the end and then, at the end of the month I struggle to work out why it is I have ceased up and can’t get around … maybe because I am taking zero pain relief! My medical condition is flippin’ horrible like that. I forget stuff all the time, get confused so easily and well, forget the day! When having a crash … (When I have pushed myself too much and it takes days to get any energy at all) When having that crash I amaze myself if I manage anything at all. Yesterday on a less than 10 minute drive I had to stop and sleep for just over 10 minutes just one minute from home as I realised I was not fit to drive (I know the line very well). Not me in the picture of course I cooked a meal earl...

I have strong feelings about this and a reason for why. My parents got married in the 1950’s I believe. Toward the end of the late 60’s mum developed rheumatoid arthritis and it got worse and worse. By the 1980’s mum really struggled. Dad wasn’t keen on taking over and mum frankly, wouldn’t have wanted that. However, certain aspects of their marriage had long since ended as mums level of pain rose over time. On one occasion dad randomly started a conversation about toilet use and during it he made the statement, in front of mum that “to be honest, a good shit has always been better than sex with your mother”. That was his kind of humour but it’s a humour I know mum never got used to and I didn’t also. That comment really upset her. in Late 1985 mum had to go into hospital. They took her in as much for a complete rest as anything else. However, on this occasion during usual visiting I noticed some weird shit happened with the fuel and...