I’ve realised that after my psychiatrist’s revelations to me, that no one really knows what to say to me, and messages seem to have almost stopped.
I don’t blame anyone, after all it is a Friday night.
Notwithstanding that, I want to say how incredible it was to see Stuart Metcalfe at 8am, until 10am this morning.
We have a lot to talk about, a lot indeed.
Thanks to Caroline B and Chris B, for coming ( Obv Chris being male, he didn’t tell me he was coming ) and to Sarah F for drinking most of the wine she brought, but not quite all of it.
It’s been yet another ‘productive’ day on the bowel front ( or rear ) but far better out than in.
I just can’t believe what I’ve been wheeling around with me ( or rather people have been pushing around, with me )
More bad news today, yet my newfound / regained spirit has not been severely dented.
Yes, this is a positive post!
I look forward to seeing my buddy, Chris M, who has only known me since he helped to carry my paralysed self from a swimming pool in Portugal, yet has found time to drive the 300 mile round trip to visit me tomorrow.
You just can’t shake some people off.
( that, for the avoidance of all doubt, was a joke … Smiley face emoji )
Thanks for the messages from Lisa J, and also Lisa M, a friend I didn’t even know I had, until yesterday.
I hope that when Chris Leave’s tomorrow, I don’t have to be all by myself again.
In the meantime, I’m watching Saving Private Ryan, which is far, far sadder than my own situation ( though fictitious ) though based on truth – a letter from none other than Abraham Lincoln :
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864
To Mrs. Bixby, Boston, Mass.
I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the republic they died to save. I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Yours very sincerely and respectfully,
Tragic, truly tragic.