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| well good evening everyone, How are you all my lovelies? Well, I'm feeling a good bit better. The anti fungal is absolutely mega stuff, on my first dose I could see the progress of it clearing that minging shit on my tongue as the day went on, all gone by the evening. Remarkable stuff. It's been working its magic on the throat throat masses too which are greatly reduced. wonders of modern science eh? Only trouble is, when I take it it gives me absolutely horrific trapped wind, inflates me with wind and makes me feel quite horribly bloated. Which is canny shit. But better than the fungus so I shouldn't complain, only one week of it to take then no more mouthwashes, thank god. So, what's been happening in Graeme world then these past few days? Well, for starters, I had the most wonderful letter from AB22's missus, I really am hugely touched by it. I'd love to post it but I think I'll keep this one just for me and the family, I might add a couple of lines from it to demonstrate what a wonderfully perceptive and warm woman she clearly is. AB has a good un there going from what she has sent, I'd dearly love to meet them both. One example of her perceptiveness was this "You know something that really strikes me, and I love this, is that you never have asked “why me?”. That is something I've always said to the missus and family, that I can't afford to say why me because then you could equally say 'why not me?'. Why shouldn't it be me that gets struck, we all get dealt our cards, mine were good from the get go, being born in ann affluent western society and secondly for living 30 years when plenty of kids die of cancer. so, why shouldn't it be me? Get on with it Graeme, this is your lot, make the fucking best of it eh? no bitching or griping, as it won't change anything so be happy and live the fucking moment. I've had my mam down these past few days and it has been absolutely topper. She has fussed round me like a trooper, made me lots of teas (that refers to 'dinner' for southern readers) from my childhood, and just generally showered me in affection. Very warming. She even kipped in the lounge with me when I needed to kip in the lounge. Her and my dad are coming down on boxing day for a couple of days, I can't wait to see them both already. to 'diane', I've sent you a message, I know it's easy to miss them on this site. I've been shitting about, ohh, 18-20 times a day, at the minute. Quite annoying and my bumhole is giving me grief as a conseqence 'this is too much like hard work mate', it's saying to me. I've chatted away to my wind, trying to encourage them out like naughty children, promising them beautiful freedom if only they would nudge a bit nearer my hoop. I'm forever talking to my gut, like it's a person within me. Crohns disease has a life of its own so I quite like giving it a character. However fucking weird that sounds. My toes are cold. read this, it just hits me right in the heart every time, great stuff tracey:- "It’s wonderment to me, why someone such as yourself, who really “gets it”, should be denied a long and splendid life. You are a perfect example of one that deserves to remain, enjoying the magnificence of it all. It’s such a shame that so many people can’t appreciate life and the world and cannot see the vast gorgeousness before them. My pseudo theory on this one is that maybe that’s exactly why you; you get it. That’s it, you’re done here, you’ve got it all figured out so it’s time to leave this world to be with God. Seems as fair a guess as any, I suppose." Fucking beautiful, absolutely heart stopping beautiful that is. New poem soon hopefully and longer blog tomorrow, film on mow | ||
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You're about as eloquent as each other you two. We're off to New Orleans tomorrow - I have a photography commission and then we're going to play for the weekend. We'll have a drink to you there. G Edited by AB22 on Thursday, December 13, 2007 at 10:51 PM | |||
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