I’ma I haven’t read Henry David Thoreau’s “Waldon” but I’m pretty familiar with it, and its themes. Man goes into the woods for 2 years, 2 months and 2 days to discover life, both internal and external. I went to…
Tag: sadness
Everyone is safe
Three weeks in, three weeks out. Longer now, but I wrote these words, longhand, after I’d been out of hospital three weeks. I’m typing them now, with today’s point of view, so you can’t believe anything. What they don’t tell…
Day 10 – October 10, 2018
The one where I meet a real Russian! BP: 124/60 My temperature is a little low. I woke up without a “wake up” knock because I didn’t take any Seroquel last night. I was trying a theory and it worked!…
Day 9 – October 9, 2018
The one where they teach us about self-compassion. Studies have shown that entrepreneurs become entrepreneurs because they want to. But, the ones who remain successful are those who are self-compassionate in times of hardship or failure. Wait, am I writing…
Day 7 – October 7, 2018 – Day 2 of *The Weekend*
I feel hungover. I can barely open my eyes. BP 120/70 No standing BP – it’s high enough When I used to drink, I didn’t really get hangovers, not that I could remember, because I drank vodka with panadol chasers.…
Day 5 – October 5 2018 with MUSIC and a Photo of Me
BP 100/80 Standing 110/80 Well, amazing what can happen in a few short minutes. This morning, I pulled down my holland blind; this is how I learn that they are held up by magnets. I just pulled gently, I swear.…
Day 3 – October 3 2018
Morning BP 112/82 – Shit, this place is giving me high blood pressure. I go to the community meeting this morning hoping for something but it just ends up being an opportunity to whinge about air-con, the locked guest toilets…
Day 1 – October 1, 2018
Blood Pressure 92/68 She takes my blood pressure four times. I don’t want to tell my nurse not to be to worried, that my blood pressure is always low, but I don’t want to give her a hard time. She…
30 September 2018 – The Day I Tell My Parents
Before intake Only parts of my mother’s house are still a shrine. Mostly I find little school photos, smaller than passport photos, tucked into the corners of photo frames around the house. A photo of the grandmother I didn’t like…
29 September 2018 – The day before
I’m at the nail place, the crappy one I swear I’ll never go to again but here I am. I tell her I don’t want any colour, that I’m going to hospital. I just want her to get rid of…