So, a new year begins, with war, financial meltdown, an hilarious bus advertising campaign and of course, the departure of the demented chimpanzee who has been 'in charge of the free world' for a very long time... No? Here's another clue. A quote:
"Free societies are hopeful societies. And free societies will be allies against these hateful few who have no conscience, who kill at the whim of a hat."
You've got to watch those hats. There are many, many more. Worth a look.
As for our start, well, I have managed to shift most of my persisting ills by making an appointment to see my g.p. Is that a placebo of sorts? I'm not sure, but it's certainly effective. All I have to do now is get over the eating disorder I have developed over the festive period. It's called gluttony, I believe. Time to get out on the tennis courts, methinks. Meanwhile P still has sore ribs from coughing, not helped by R's enthusiastic climbing on her poor mum whenever any opportunity arrises. Sometimes I'd swear she lies in wait, ninja-style, ready to leap outand connect with whatever body part of either of us happens to be injured in some way.
Meanwhile, I have been busy writing various bits and pieces for various publications, some of which are now in print. I seem to have been mostly writing about tennis, but I have also been working on a more parenting based piece for one of the national dailies, of which more nearer the time. Call it superstition if you will, but I'm keeping shtum until I know it's running.
I have also been gradually drawing back the veil of three years on Amitryptyline after my magical sleigh ride kind of put me off in a big way. I'm now down to a lower dose than I have been on for the last three years, and so far without any negative effects. No doubt I'll be wheeling up and down the street with a lampshade on my head, singing 'bring me sunshine' while trying to eat my shoes by the end of the week. But that'll probably be down to the cold weather.
It is intriguing the way that medicine is prescribed sometimes. "Try X. No good? Try more X. Still no good? Try Y. No, keep taking X and Y. If all else fails, we'll throw in a few Zs." And before you know it, you're taking the entire contents of the scrabble set, and you can't remember what you're taking for which, and you have to take one because you're taking another, and your pharmacist starts going on ever more exotic holidays, and you can't remember what your name is anyymore...
What was I talking about? Where's my lampshade? 2...3...BRING ME SUNSHINE, THROUGH THE YEARS...you know the words, missus..etc.
"Free societies are hopeful societies. And free societies will be allies against these hateful few who have no conscience, who kill at the whim of a hat."
You've got to watch those hats. There are many, many more. Worth a look.
As for our start, well, I have managed to shift most of my persisting ills by making an appointment to see my g.p. Is that a placebo of sorts? I'm not sure, but it's certainly effective. All I have to do now is get over the eating disorder I have developed over the festive period. It's called gluttony, I believe. Time to get out on the tennis courts, methinks. Meanwhile P still has sore ribs from coughing, not helped by R's enthusiastic climbing on her poor mum whenever any opportunity arrises. Sometimes I'd swear she lies in wait, ninja-style, ready to leap outand connect with whatever body part of either of us happens to be injured in some way.
Meanwhile, I have been busy writing various bits and pieces for various publications, some of which are now in print. I seem to have been mostly writing about tennis, but I have also been working on a more parenting based piece for one of the national dailies, of which more nearer the time. Call it superstition if you will, but I'm keeping shtum until I know it's running.
I have also been gradually drawing back the veil of three years on Amitryptyline after my magical sleigh ride kind of put me off in a big way. I'm now down to a lower dose than I have been on for the last three years, and so far without any negative effects. No doubt I'll be wheeling up and down the street with a lampshade on my head, singing 'bring me sunshine' while trying to eat my shoes by the end of the week. But that'll probably be down to the cold weather.
It is intriguing the way that medicine is prescribed sometimes. "Try X. No good? Try more X. Still no good? Try Y. No, keep taking X and Y. If all else fails, we'll throw in a few Zs." And before you know it, you're taking the entire contents of the scrabble set, and you can't remember what you're taking for which, and you have to take one because you're taking another, and your pharmacist starts going on ever more exotic holidays, and you can't remember what your name is anyymore...
What was I talking about? Where's my lampshade? 2...3...BRING ME SUNSHINE, THROUGH THE YEARS...you know the words, missus..etc.
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