9/11

 


Twenty three years ago, where were you? 
From early afternoon, I was sat on the arm of the sofa. 
Chris on the wicker chair,
We had started to fill a skip which sat in from of 59 Wynyard Road Sheffield. to watch the drama unfolding
The worst of world news
Today Kamala make short shrift of the lunatic clown
She looks every bit the disaster movie American President 
Good in a crisis with pearls.


I bought these for my friend Mike Kilner today
He’s always wanted his own lightsabre 
Cute or what?
I will leave you with my lisping choir singing Star Wars
It feels like autumn , the twins are desperate to sit in front of the fire but still haven’t  left the stars 



 

School

 Back in college today 
My last year of three.
There are 18 in my group. And no fallouts, which is unheard of.
All students have made it through academia too, and all are in placements practicing as counsellors around North Wales with support.
If you said that I’d be on a University Course at 62 a few years ago I’d tell you that you were an arsehole !
But I’m still here, plugging away at university jargon, software and protocols with the best of them .

 

Mrs Trellis Visits

 Mrs trellis came around this evening to see the twins, 
She brought them a homemade toy made from pheasant feathers and a ping pong ball.

I wasn’t expecting her and had Mary in the shower, washing out her ears with baby shampoo so
I didn’t have chance to close my bedroom door properly as I called out “ it’s such a mess”.I could tell immediately that she’d clocked the underpants pile on the floorboards waiting to be washed…but said nothing more than “Have you been busy recently?”
The twins came out quite bravely , especially as I had a very wet Mary in my arms and dog and kittens touched noses as Mrs Trellis smiled and  clapped her hands silently.
“Roger and Mary and Weaver and Bun” she observed 
Your home is full again”

“ But Bun is a daft name “ 

Bun



 What a horrid day. Wet and windy
Miserable .
There are no films showing that I want to see, and so I’ve watched season 6 of Bake Off  ( the one with the lovely Tamal and Paul and Nadia ) and snacked on squid rings and ice cream.
I’ve read some of Memoriam By Alice Winn, showered in a hot long shower and shaved and walked the dogs briefly inbetween the rain bursts.
I’ve played with kittens and dozed on the bed 
Weaver proves to be more assertive and friendly than  the shy Bun 
Yes I now have a name which suites more than Lilly and Beans
Bun suited better me thinks 
It’s the right name for sure .
Bun is shy and bouncy
The Archers tonight should be the fallout of George’s arrest

Mozart


 Watching Mozart at the Proms
And got the hots for the conductor Ricardo Minassi. 
I need a shag!
Lol

mooch

 I’m having a quiet day today.
Being single in your sixties often means others are busy at weekends
Family time, days out. Nights in with bottles of wine and a take out..
Weekends can be fun if your single friends are about 
Mine arnt this week
So it’s been quiet.
I’ve mooched today, Been to Jackson’s ( the village garden centre) and bought things that looked nice but which I didn’t need. 
I bought an ice cream and shared it with the Welsh in the car park overlooking Prestatyn before coming home to watch some gung ho film on talking pictures
The twins have found my mother’s table clothes still airing on the clothes horse in the bedroom window and have made two hammocks in the top of it, here they laze some of their day away watching the activity on the lane.
Tonight I’m listening to loose Ends on radio 4 as I read today’s real treat Empire Magazine 

Read All About It

 As counselling students we have to experience two lots of counselling, covering at least two modalities of counselling theory. 
I’ve already covered pure person centred theory last year, which was interesting.
Now I’ve started with are more interactive and dynamic counsellor who I think will challenge me more.
She talks a lot too. 
I like that also.
She was recommended  to me and has a practice in a little market town out in the sticks of North Wales some 20 miles South. She is sharp eyed and has a ready smile and although in her late seventies I suspect she misses nothing. 
We started today upon how I deal with loss.
The day is bright, almost hot even and when I left the office I spied two black nuns, resplendent in light blue habits with white borders, sat at the nearest bus stop. They were laughing and the whole scene felt a good omen
“ Do you rest much John?” the counsellor asked me after watching me get up out of the chair with a struggle and before I answered said “never mind, I’ll come to that again” with a smile

I am reminded of this song
As I drove home through the glorious Welsh countryside 





Stress tired

 The stress of yesterday rebounded today.
I saw my counselling clients from mid morning and after taking the dogs to Sainsburys on the way home in order to buy them some mouth watering ham , we got home around 2pm
I fell asleep by quarter past ,
Sat on the bed with the twins
I’ve only just got up
It’s just after 6pm!!!

Ok it was a balls up, but my essay I now in. My revalidation done and the flower Show finished
I needed that sleep

Fuck


 Fuck 
Library closed at 4.30 rather its usual 9pm
Shit hadn’t quite finished my conclusion 
But had Downloaded all my references to drive beautifully 
Loaned laptop from other library across campus with minutes to spare
Finally tweaked essay at 9 pm 
All calm and serene , happy with my essay
Then 
Couldn’t cut and paste all references to end of essay
Software said no
THEN 
LOST FRIGGIN REFERENCES 
ALL OF THE FUCKERS 
ALMOST CRIED
Pulled up bra straps and re wrote references
Not bad, missed a few though
Clicked on electronic essay portal 
ERROR!!!!!
Could not send file 
Omg 
Screamed 
Tried again 
Nope
Sent my tutor assignment and references by email 
Good assignment , references now so so 
Deadline midnight

I hate FUCKING COMPUTERS 
GIN! 
Large one

Kitten

Coffee on the beach before library



My essay is in at midnight tonight 
Well 23.59 actually

I have 650 words to go as well as typing and referencing it .

So I’m at the library early doors today.

Last night I woke around 4 am with student essay anxiety 
Only to find  a tiny black kitten curled up under my chin 
Just like Meg used to do.
Lots of purrs
A tiny body seeking a warm spot

When I reacted, she sensed change and got up and moved away.

Mutton Dressed As Lamb


I’m off to the library so I’m dressing young
When I want to do this I have a choice of three T shirts
Garfield, Herbivore or Jurassic Park
I’ve gone all dinosaur
It suits my sore knees
The twins have started to bounce on my bed at night and one got herself trapped inside a pillowcase out 5 am which caused a great deal of yowling
I’m sure they think their names are fuck and off



Oh Lord


One of the most powerful things I’ve seen recently 
“ it’s mama! Almost finished me” 

 

An Answer For Lee

What happens when you die? 
This straightforward question seems so typical of commentator Lee, a New Yorker with a potty mouth and the most eloquent of emails. She sent me this question with a history. A history of never experiencing the lead up to someone close to her dying. 
Her father died suddenly at work from cardiac issues and her mother had a catastrophic stroke when on holiday. Lee was not at their bedside when they passed nor has she been at anyone else’s bedside since.
She called herself a death virgin
And they are not as rare as you think.
So Lee wanted to know, 
So what happens when you die?

In my experience the body compensates with illness, cancer, disability , trauma , whatever the problem is until simply put, it can’t anymore. The physical and emotional struggle becomes too much and the patient is what is often referred to and being on the landing. 
This euphemism is useful for it allows the patient and their relatives to understand where they are at. The landing is at the top of the stairs and the patient is about to deteriorate further. 
I’ve heard relatives use the word slippery slope too

The patient often will become very tired indeed and will sleep most of the time. They will become weaker, go off their legs and reduce the amount they eat and drink. 
They will interact less too and nursing needs will increase.
This is the time friends and family need to understand what could happen.

Medication cannot now be safely given in oral form and pain relief ,medications to aid comfort and reduce restlessness can be given, often in large dosages by syringe driver. The syringe driver administers a set amount of medication per 24 hours and can be monitored and changed by nursing staff as and when. 
As the patient deteriorates further, they will become more unconscious and less aware of their surroundings. Sometimes delirium and terminal agitation show themselves and although very normal in their presentation, these two stages of dying can be the most distressing for relatives to watch. 
Delirium is a complex psychiatric condition linked to encephalitis, infection, and organ failure and is a condition often worse at night. The patient can before restless and confused, sometimes angry and “ bothered” they are often difficult to cope with, may fall out of bed during the early stages and are not the loved ones everyone knows.
Terminal agitation is similar  and often shows itself as a constant restlessness and anguish and both situations although “ normal” need prompt and expert treatment. 
I often tell relatives that because of organ failure and disease progression these symptoms will arise and a prompt change of medication often will dampen down the distressing symptoms. 
Keeping relatives in the loop is vital for them to be able to cope 
The objective for any palliative care nurse is for their patients to be comfortable and there are several assessments that are done at the bedside to insure that happens.
At this time the patients are usually deeply unconscious . 
Now is the time you explain how the patients breathing may change. 
Over a period of time breathing can become shallower, more rapid then become slower with gaps appearing . Again it’s important to reiterate that this is perfectly normal  and medications such as morphine may be given to lessen the effort of breathing. 
Here often the worry of secretions and the presence of the “ death rattle” can be discussed. Noisy breathing frightens most loved ones, and it’s important for the relatives to know that it’s not distressing to the patient and may be only a tiny bit of fluid that is caught and unable to be swallowed. There is medication that can help dry up secretions too as well as judicial moving of the patient which can minimise the issue.
And so your patient has let go of the landing and is actively dying. 
Each one will do it in their own time, yet most hospice nurses will read the patient and will know when death is imminent .
With the appropriate meds on board, I’ve never witnessed a death that wasn’t peaceful but having said all that there are a good but smaller proportion of people who just die peacefully in their sleep without any interventions at all

Black Dog

 

The story of redemption through the love of a dog isn’t new in Hollywood. Who hasn’t cried buckets at Lassie Come Home or The Incredible Journey?? But places like, China have a somewhat different kind of relationship with canines to be sure so this modern western set in the rundown town on the verge of the Gobi Desert, feels totally new and reinvented. 
The film starts with a sense of awe and incredulity as hundreds of dogs gallop down a valley side in front of a battered Chinese bus which overturns as the animals rush on. 
No Indians 
No covered wagons 
Just dogs and a crashed bus.
It’s an amazing scene . 
And this film by Guan Hu is full of such scenes.
It’s 2008 and China is supporting its Olympic heroes, but for the diminishing  rural/industrial population life is grim. In a nameless Town, full of empty slum apartment blocks, the feral dogs symbolise the dispossessed Chinese poor, despised by officialdom and lacking order and hope. 
Into this existence we follow one of the crashed bus passengers . Lang ( Eddie Peng)  is coming home after time in prison. Silent and morose, he finds his alcoholic father poorly and in charge of the most depressing zoo imaginable. Neighbours mourn their old life as the authorities engage Lang as one of the town’s dog catchers, a troupe of nasty characters who are not above beating to death dogs caught. 
But Lang rebels and although he faces a local butcher wanting revenge for his nephew’s supposed murder he is softened by the appearance of a strange black dog , who he befriends and eventually dotes on. 
It’s a strange, haunting film, heavy on symbolism and showing much criticism of the new Chinese way. 
I was thinking about it all the way home, a sign of a powerful movie I always think.

I had a Chinese takeaway tonight too, something I never do! 
I can never justify the cost
Tonight I said fuck it 
Dim sum, salt and pepper prawns and special fried rice
Bloody lovely



  

Weaver

 It’s a lovely morning in Wales
And Weaver’s namesake is zooming again

Rachel heard from Pat yesterday and it’s good to hear that she’s peaceful 
The link is here
If I hear anything else I will post it here

Pookie

My mother’s tablecloths , the ones she embroidered herself are in the washing machine post flower show.
I will hang them on the garden bushes later to dry in the sun.
I met my sister in law for lunch and did a big store cupboard shop which was satisfying.
It’s warm and bright today and I’m smiling because an old friend Geoff not seen since my 1988 York days got in touch. We’ve texted during the day and his words have been healing to a somewhat tired soul 

“ I was just explaining to my dear wife why I looked you up- you meet some people along the way who you don’t forget- remember we got on really well, had some great laughs and of course there was always the memorable late shift with the Haloperidol😂. Have often wondered where you were and what you were up to so glad I’ve been able to get in touch!”


The twins made a foolishly youthful mistake last night and walked bravely into the living room together. Mary was half asleep, but not sleepy enough not to give chase before I could grab her, and the resulting bunfight had the record player knocked over and the kittens scampering for the stairs. 
This is only a minor set back for they are confident enough again this morning to be waving little hairy back paws at the dogs through the bannisters like prisoners rattling their mugs at a couple of screws.

Mrs Trellis laughed when she saw me earlier as I’m wearing my Garfield T shirt
you look like a big fat toddler” she quipped





8 Days

 Just to let you all know I’ve emailed Weaver twice this week with no reply.
Her last email from the 21st was brighter and chatty, it ended
“ my gay friend I have known since he was twenty is so good to keep coming over and they keep me going” 
I’ve checked a few blogs to see if she’s commented but nothing. I’ve also checked my spam , just in case a relative of hers has emailed me as requested .
I will let you all know , when I do

I have two clients to see today

Almost There

 Caught up with Nu on the phone after I got home which was lovely and then settled down to watch the opening ceremony of the Paralympic’s which is much more relaxed than their much criticised  counterpart

The Croatian team has just passed and I remember an ex patient Marinko Kapatanovich at the spinal unit who became a dear friend before he was repatriated to Split in his wheelchair from Sheffield in the early 1990s. We wrote to each other for many years before his early death in the 2000s

Marinko

Rural Croatia wasn’t a place for a paraplegic back then.



. The twins are both sat at the bottom of the stairs. Mary is watching them carefully. Another couple of nights and I can see them mixing naturally .
I think I’ve managed their introduction rather well 
Roger is asleep on the couch.







Hit The Road

 


I went to see a Chinese Neo noir thriller yesterday afternoon. It wasn’t very good, Only The River Flows 
Could have been the most depressing movie I’ve seen all year, but it was nice to get back to my touchstone of the cinema again. 
I’ve needed it.
Today I’m off to counselling supervision then am off to the university library to plan an essay, Trendy Carol’s hubby has the Welsh and Mrs T  will check on the devil kittens at midday. 

Enjoy my lisping choir 






The Patter Of Little Feet

 

It was still dark when I woke up.
The lane light remains out of use and so the bedroom is almost totally dark, expect for the slight glow from the garden solar lights and the faraway moon.
There comes the patter of paws on wooden floor boards
Then an excited squeak , followed by another set of pattering
The twins are in the bedroom. 
They don’t stay long, for the Marathon run is from my bedroom around theirs up and down the hall and into the bathroom where they terminate inside the shower cubicle .
I heard the toilet roll being unravelled and various shower gels being knocked over.
I fell asleep until my extended foot and right big toe was being tapped furiously .
More racing and fighting.
This time up and down the stairs. 
The first step is the first step into no man’s land and cannot be negotiated as yet.
The upstairs is their domain.
Around dawn they were at it again .
This time abseiling down the side of the bed ,
More toe smacks, and zooms and the occasional fart
Something crashes in the bathroom and the dogs bark from their place on the reading chair in the kitchen.
I put the pillow over my head 
And swear
It’s not yet 6 am