7th May 2007.
Went to Singleton park with David, to the fair. Very nice time. A ride on the ghost train and a carvery pork roll with stuffing ! Finished Womens' Emancipation' painting today. Its the sort of painting, I'd buy myself, so I hope others will buy it !
If I'm moving I'll have to do 'Dog moon 2' soon! A bit of sciatica, left hip/leg in pain. We walked from Singleton park to Uplands. Its been a breezy day, sunny but with a wind.
Saw a little boy on the ghost train about Freds age. He smiled at me. God bless you Fred. You smart Kid !
Friday 13 March 2009
Friday 6 March 2009
19/2/09.
Hoover,
Passport,
Bath, Painkillers,athletes foot,
Hairdye; lighter, golden, senna
Toilet rolls
Sisters congrats card
Clothes; washing liquid.
Homebase for things;
Dustpan and brush,
Plunger,
plates,
lamps,
cutlery.
Ready Brek,
Vege burgers
More soap for bathroom.
Date
?/?/?
Memory card> buy
Johns for DVD,
Bath,
Burn CD for Jay and my sister.
I have hard stools,
making me really hard.
Constipation,
Short of breath,
cholic burping,
fits, temper and delusions.
I feel like other people can read my thoughts, am frightened, Voices putting me down, in Herd mentality, Other peoples thoughts and voices and actions , critical of me in the block of flats where I live.
Reasons for Patients Rights
I feel sometimes that carers are too personal, should I disclose my sex life with my boyfriend ?
If I always look at the bad, Its like a self fulfilling prophesy, the diagnosis'mentally ill' snowballs and before long , the skies the limit in degenerative conditions.
There should be a guideline about whats acceptable for the patients- a line you don't cross.
Embrace your difference, not reject it, people are unique and should be treated as such !
6/3/09.
A nice nurse; clear, straightforward, and kind,
A queer nurse; distraught, tempremental and blind.
All comes at you, like snow in March.
All minds made up on a concrete path.
Time, is it linear, chronological, cut in half ?
Or is it random, chaotic, a pattern like a
Jackson Pollock's splash ?
I feel sick at this craving; wanton, waiting.
I'm like a dowager, hidden away, lady.
Where is my middle ? Meeting of minds ?
They tell you to live and die.
Sporting a broken down promise.
I stand on the periphery of things,
And slowly get washed in by the
Divinity of dreams,
Made real after praying
For my family to surround me
Like a host of golden daffodils!
My Nana and Grandpa
Especially, in my time of
Need, comfort me still.
That knowledge, helps to
Complete my feelings.
Hoover,
Passport,
Bath, Painkillers,athletes foot,
Hairdye; lighter, golden, senna
Toilet rolls
Sisters congrats card
Clothes; washing liquid.
Homebase for things;
Dustpan and brush,
Plunger,
plates,
lamps,
cutlery.
Ready Brek,
Vege burgers
More soap for bathroom.
Date
?/?/?
Memory card> buy
Johns for DVD,
Bath,
Burn CD for Jay and my sister.
I have hard stools,
making me really hard.
Constipation,
Short of breath,
cholic burping,
fits, temper and delusions.
I feel like other people can read my thoughts, am frightened, Voices putting me down, in Herd mentality, Other peoples thoughts and voices and actions , critical of me in the block of flats where I live.
Reasons for Patients Rights
I feel sometimes that carers are too personal, should I disclose my sex life with my boyfriend ?
If I always look at the bad, Its like a self fulfilling prophesy, the diagnosis'mentally ill' snowballs and before long , the skies the limit in degenerative conditions.
There should be a guideline about whats acceptable for the patients- a line you don't cross.
Embrace your difference, not reject it, people are unique and should be treated as such !
6/3/09.
A nice nurse; clear, straightforward, and kind,
A queer nurse; distraught, tempremental and blind.
All comes at you, like snow in March.
All minds made up on a concrete path.
Time, is it linear, chronological, cut in half ?
Or is it random, chaotic, a pattern like a
Jackson Pollock's splash ?
I feel sick at this craving; wanton, waiting.
I'm like a dowager, hidden away, lady.
Where is my middle ? Meeting of minds ?
They tell you to live and die.
Sporting a broken down promise.
I stand on the periphery of things,
And slowly get washed in by the
Divinity of dreams,
Made real after praying
For my family to surround me
Like a host of golden daffodils!
My Nana and Grandpa
Especially, in my time of
Need, comfort me still.
That knowledge, helps to
Complete my feelings.
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