Tears & Fears of a Clown

For a variety of reasons my literary output has diminished of late; as a consequence of this tardiness my mental health has tumbled like a latter-day Humpty Dumpty. With the art of penmanship acting as my goto anti-depressant, it’s proved a foolish self-care strategy if ever there was one! As a result, from today I’ve…

Four Years On

Four years ago yesterday a life episode played out which, although shaking my being to the very core, became a positive catalyst for significant life changes on my part. Transformations which have enhanced my life immeasurably; subsequently, augmenting my self-worth and esteem. Let me point out this life event, the suffering of a heart attack,…

Untagged

After almost a week where my constitution experienced eddying waves of malady, I’m now testing negative for COVID-19. Despite this, though, I remain as weak as a cup of tea whose bag was stolen by a passing seagull after only a one second union with boiling water. Footnote – Incidentally, the pinched bag of which…

Cutting Back On My Diary

Recently. I visited my GP surgery for an annual health checkup. This series of examinations incorporating a blood test, along with blood pressure, weight and cholesterol checks; the medical assessment brought to a conclusion by a dietary overview. The nurse who undertook the checks was happy that my weight was within recommended parameters for my…

Settling In

My mum seems to’ve settled nicely into the care home she moved into late on Friday. Her transition from the hospital to what’ll be her final residence not going as smoothly as the family would’ve liked, but she finally got admitted at around 7.20pm. As the Better Late Than Never Society are fond of reminding…

Unacceptable

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…

Button Pressing

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…

The Hardest Thing

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…

Disclosure

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…