THE YAAN : The mists are down of a morning with wintertime here. It was another Medico visit today. I am not yet as ill as some of the others with the Hepatitis C but it still becomes wearing at times. I knew I would not be noble or brave nor wear the angelic smile of the person diagnosed with unpleasant disease. I would like to cry. I thought I were doing pretty well at the moment but the cirrhosis has begun and I just wish it hadn’t. I shall sulk for a night and then kick into some clear thinking.
I have business around at the moment which is far more grim. As for me, time to keep refining my lifestyle into the Style which suits me and keeps me well. Fractious people and places and things can simply piss off out of my days. Anguish makes me ill and so does despair.
Rejection and dissing don’t do me the world of good either.
This week has 2 more appointments at Medicos in it. One for the hand and one for the haemotologist. And then I begin turning to a joyful life. Actually, I begin that now. Its vegetable soup night. Its heater on and warm pyjamas and I have some slides from many years ago. From when I was sailing in the Tropics and hunting crocodiles. I haven’t seen these images in 30 years.
Memories of bare feet and brown skin and big seas. They’re good for me. I lunched with my Girls today and when I came home there was music in the spare room. Not bad.
WEAVE SHOP IN BELLINGEN
EATING AT HEARTHFIRE
RANDOM FINDS FOR CLOSE ON THE WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE.