Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My recent behaviour, borne from the strains of being a carer to a dementia patient, has degenerated to such an extent I can only describe my current demeanour to be that of a functioning Tourettes sufferer. The level of my cursing in prevailing times, particularly when pacing chez Strachan like a caged lion, is completely... Continue Reading →
One of the most irksome of the many challenging episodes tainting yours truly's recent existential landscape has been my dementia afflicted mother's recent inability to fathom how the TV remote control functions. Consequently, even the most basic of acts, such as taking the telly out of standby mode, or merely changing channel, are now as... Continue Reading →
Although I like to class myself as a reasonable wordsmith, locating the words to effectively express the emotions experienced when caring for someone with a vascular dementia diagnosis is a challenge. A literary impotence I've not previously experienced when broaching other detrital existential plot lines which've sullied my past decade. For instance, at no stage... Continue Reading →
7am Tuesday morning - It's a later arrival at the keyboard than of late for yours truly. Afflicted by sleep deprivation, my recent daily landscape has witnessed me normally concluding these literary trinkets by this time; before groggily wandering downstairs for brekkie. However, with slumbering until 6.45am today my fingers have only just started walking... Continue Reading →
In yesterday's blog Grand Designer, I touched upon the thorny topic of god's existence. A debate fed by a toxic existential brew of prevailing discontent borne from a painful ligament injury,, challenges of being my mother's full-time carer, life under COVID, along with some pretty unpalatable life events encountered within the last decade . Footnote... Continue Reading →
I'm currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I'm writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I'm dog sitting until... Continue Reading →
Well, my little buddy Coco appeared to enjoy a splendid birthday on Thursday. Sure, it wasn't an occasion playing out with any great pomp and circumstance - The beautiful Labrador/retriever cross's official arrival into middle age not celebrated with a marching band, elaborate firework display or quaffing of champers. However, my poochy pal still managed... Continue Reading →
After four days of suffering, discomfort consequential from straining my lateral knee ligament has started abating. Don't get me wrong, every now and again I'm being blind-sided by sharp joint twinges, leading to a swift unanticipated expulsions of air. However, if required, at least now I can drive again, mercifully affording me greater scope mobility... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 4th May affords me a rare odyssey out of the home, chauffeuring Mrs Strachan senior to fulfil an appointment with a stroke consultant. To clarify, the scheduled meeting is with a neurologist at Pinderfields Hospital, Wakefield; not that my octogenarian forebear's booked herself an afternoon swimming lesson. On arrival at UK's top hospital rhyming... Continue Reading →