Twenty-nine

On the eve of my 29th birthday I find myself alone and feeling reflective.  At what age do birthdays begin to elicit such a response, I wonder?  Certainly in my early twenties getting older was merely an excuse to celebrate. Now though, at the ripe old age of not-even-thirty-yet, at 17.58 on a Wednesday evening,…… Continue reading Twenty-nine

The Blasé Balance

Darkness crept in from the outer corner of my eye until I couldn’t see anything but a washed-out blur of foggy haze.  I wasn’t too concerned.  I figured out a way of applying my black eyeliner, despite a lack of vision – a skill that I am still most appreciative of – and everything else…… Continue reading The Blasé Balance

A Utopian Ideal

Someone once told me of their sadness at the fact they now had to take a shopping list to the supermarket, otherwise they were guaranteed to forget something.  I’ll be blunt; I didn’t know how to respond.  My heart was filled with sorrow for this person, not because of their list requirement, but because of…… Continue reading A Utopian Ideal

The Most Boring Job I Never Asked For

I have 15 days of my DMT left, and I usually receive my next delivery date when I have just over 3 weeks to go.  I call the clinical homecare number; “Oh, how strange.  Let me look into that for you… ah, it seems we haven’t received your prescription from the hospital.  I’ll chase the…… Continue reading The Most Boring Job I Never Asked For