Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Childhood, Health, Medicals, School on Sep 27th, 2010
There is a very good reason for my delving back into the dawn of history to tell you tales from my very young days. What I hope I’m getting across is the fact that, apart from a truly horrendous health record and living in awful conditions, my childhood was very happy until the events that [...]
Well, wishes and prayers didn’t work; I couldn’t even see Mummy’s face properly when she woke me up so the morning started with tears, self-pity and breakfast, of course. Once my older sisters had left for school we got ready for the journey to Petworth. We could have waited until Thursday when the doctor held [...]
Posted in Health, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 20th, 2010
Right, having dealt with the unpleasant events of fact number 9 let’s move on to the rather lighter events of fact number 10. You’ve probably gathered by now that I was a skinny child although Mum always tried to persuade me that ‘slim’ was a much more attractive word. When I was 11, during my [...]
Posted in Health on Jul 15th, 2010
I was possibly being a little unrealistic when I said I’d get back to proper posting today. The combination of pain killers and drugs for certain other problems are proving to be a rather powerful cocktail. To use a clumsy metaphor, proof if it were needed that my brain isn’t functioning properly, my train of [...]
Hello everyone, once again I’ve been ambushed by health issues and have been away for a while. On Sunday what I thought was going to be be brief visit to my local GP out of hours service ended up with an immediate admission to hospital. Even after I’d been put on a ward I expected [...]
Posted in Bed Wetting, Health, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 10th, 2010
Part of this story is quite serious, it was one of the worst times of my tenth year and demonstrates the parlous state of child psychology in the 60s. After a couple of months being molested every weekend I reacted by becoming a bed wetter. I had absolutely no history of night time accidents since [...]
Posted in Bullying, Health, Hospital, Memories, Mental Archaeology on Jul 8th, 2010
I had a highly productive day yesterday. I spent three hours in hospital finally having the physical evidence of being used as a sixteen year old human yo-yo removed. It was my first experience of undergoing surgery while still awake, although quite heavily sedated, and it was very strange listening to the surgeon and the [...]
Posted in Health, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School, Sports on Jul 5th, 2010
We finally got in to see the doctor and I was asked to do my customary underpants only performance. I’d looked up scoliosis and didn’t like what I’d read so I sort of forgot to mention it to my parents, hoping that it would go away. It hadn’t gone away, it was the first thing [...]
Posted in Health, Memories, Mental Archaeology, School on Jul 4th, 2010
I was beginning to hate being 15. It seemed that when it suited my parents and School Masters I was expected to behave like an adult but when it came to decision making I was immediately returned to childhood status and denied a voice in things that affected my life. I bemoaned that fact to [...]
It’s been an “interesting” week to say the least and my absence from this little corner of the internet was completely unplanned. On Monday an old medical problem reasserted itself and at 4pm I found myself in the A & E Department of my local hospital. In the past this problem has been quite straightforward, [...]
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