Comments on: There isn’t a title that fits this really…

By: Old Midhurstian

Old Midhurstian — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 23:13:08 +0000

I know they exist, Scottie, it’s just picking them out of the dung-heap that takes so much time. Thanks

Mac

By: Scottie

Scottie — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 23:11:13 +0000

Congratulations Mac on finding a happy place. We all need them. I hope you will find more to shield you from the painful examination you are going through.

Warm thoughts to you,
Scottie

By: Old Midhurstian

Old Midhurstian — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:26:24 +0000

Songs have power don’t they? I really wasn’t sure about this post but I’m really glad I did it now. The memory was painful but in a good way, if that makes any sense.

Love
Mac

By: Daniel

Daniel — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 19:24:05 +0000

It may sound like it’s coming from a softie (and probably it is…) but crying actually helps at times. I have a song my mother used to sing to me, whenever I hear it nowadays it really hits me and I have that huge lump in my stomach.
So I can easily picture myself how you’re feeling when reminded about your song.

Love
Daniel

By: Old Midhurstian

Old Midhurstian — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 13:16:14 +0000

It really is quite spooky isn’t it? I well remember that feeling of “just do whatever you want” even though I never did work out why someone sticking a finger up my bottom proved anything. I was just too tired and scared to care. Luckily we had a good GP at the time who was actually really kind. His test of whether or not I was really ill was to offer me a sweet, when I refused he got worried and a month later when said yes please he knew I was going to be alright

Typical me though, the thing that worried me most was missing nearly a month of school, I didn’t want to lose my place at the top of the class, oh and my best friend wasn’t allowed to come and see me in case he brought more germs in with him so I was completely on my own all that time when Mum was looking after the girls.

All that from catching a cold from one of the boys at school

By: Micky

Micky — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 13:08:22 +0000

I think you must be some sort of double or lost brother or something. You’re going to find this incredible and my heart almost missed a beat when I read your post: because I had pneumonia when I was seven. The family doctor was called but missed it the first time, only to rush me to the Children’s Hospital in Birmingham where we lived when she finally woke – because I hadn’t!

Unfortunately, the rules being what they were, first they put their fingers up to give me a good fucking – allegedly to see whether I had appendicitis, apparently! I just rolled over and had to let them do whatever they wanted. So they did.

They either then put me under or I fell into a sort of deep sleep because when I woke it was the ‘middle of the night’ and my parents had been sent home. I was distraught – abandoned.

I spent a week with twice daily twenty-minute visits from my parents, while the doctors pumped me full of penicillin before starting what seemed like heavy physio on my back and chest to try to bring up a load of stuff up which was allegedly in my lungs.

Of course kids were still dying from the disease in our country back then – hence the fears and desperate actions of our parents and doctors, I suppose.

By: Old Midhurstian

Old Midhurstian — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 09:22:39 +0000

I think that this will become my most chersished memories of the better times. It helps to keep a sense of balance when I’m looking at all the ruin.

By: Biki

Biki — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 06:12:56 +0000

Oh Mac, I am in shock! I used to sing that song to my kids when they were little and sick in bed!!

I loved that story, it wasn’t to saccharine at all. A nice memory found among the dross is priceless! And just maybe you will find others in your dig through your past. And I don’t really see how you took your mum’s sunshine away. It was her and the step parent who did that, you were innocent. As in blameless. Yes, I know you feel your actions might have made things worse, but that is no excuse whatsoever for you to take on any blame at all for your treatment as a child.

hugs and love
biki