Mrs Mo is on the mend and settling into her new job which she started on Monday (despite her shingles). Although she's still really tired most of the time (almost sleepwalking at times) a the pain is starting to ease off which is really good. Hopefully it won't be long until she is 100% again.I've achieved nothing over the past week. I bought a classical guitar on Monday and have spent a fair bit of time playing it. I finally got to use my bus pass when I went to the day centre on Wednesday. However, I endured the 50 minute stinking bus journey (behind a mother who eventually changed her baby's solied nappy) only to find the day centre was closed for the day. Out on the street I met one of the guys from the centre who was passing by. He said they had cancelled Wednesday as they had a...
I got a letter today addressed to Joe Nutter... well, not really "Joe Nutter" but that name will do for now. I used to work as a psychiatric nurse and when I first went mad and was referred to our local shrink my true identity was concealed. Unfortunately I didn't have to wear a mask or anything like Batman or The Lone Ranger which would have been fun. No, they just gave me a pseudonym. I...
The phone rang yesterday afternoon. I don’t usually answer the phone anymore. Not that I mind the “you have won a holiday in Las Vegas” calls, or the “save money by combining your gas and electricity bills” calls, or even the “can we arrange for a financial advisor to visit you?” calls. No, those sort of calls allow me to have a huge catharsis, involving loud shouting of multiple expletives and are of great benefit to me. No, the calls I dread are from real people, friends and relatives, who phone to ask how I am. I used to talk for ages, usually dominating the conversation but now I dry up after a couple of sentences. And because I used to be such a chatterbox, I assume people will take offence when I don’t speak much. So the least stressful thing is to not answer the...
