Friday 3 October 2014
What works
This morning is being spent re-designing my future. An opportunity has arisen from a series of minor disasters, so it really is a case of making the best of a bad situation, or 'God works in mysterious ways', if that's what works for you.
To celebrate the dawning of this realisation (and to help quell the awful pain in my neck), I got a bit more tipsy than I normally do of a Thursday evening, and this resulted in me being told-off by John for actually speaking my mind to Rachel.
I don't mean to be cruel in any way when I say things to people, but I have inherited my mother's extreme lack of tact when speaking her mind. The only difference is that she never got drunk like I sometimes do - she just said it anyway.
What I was really saying was that Rachel and me are curiously alike - especially when drunk. I think this is why we both get on each other's tits from time to time.
Anyway, back to the future.
I obviously cannot say much about it - and probably never will be able to - but I think I may, at last, have found a solution to the problem of how to stay alive as my body disintegrates around me - 'me' being the ethereal spark which is inside all of us, but needs to be fed real food until the day it goes out.
I have written a letter which I am hoping will change my life, and the effort of doing that (along with a hangover) has exhausted me so much, that I am going back to sleep - just as soon as I have found a nice picture to put at the head of this post.
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Good luck, I live with intermittent pain and can assure you drink is the answer. Blogging drunk does not seem to work too well for me.
ReplyDeleteI see in the paper for people that drink 31/2 pts a day a pill is going to be supplied that makes one pissed on one pint. I bet it turns out to be expensive. I'll get some and read the small print.
Those pills sound absolutely horrible to me. I often think about getting an attachment to the computer which sniffs your breath and turns itself off if it detects more than two pints. I think they make them for car ignitions.
DeleteThey do, they don't work because when pissed I know I am right. I'll try the little pills.
DeleteI don't mean to sound judgemental, but I don't drink to get pissed. Getting pissed is usually an accident.
DeleteGood luck in achieving "change of life" you are seeking to keep the creaky joints in check.
ReplyDeleteAir of mystery when you'll probably never be able to say much about it. Assume that doesn't mean you're selling a kidney!
Hopefully your experience with preserving artistic beauty & history found in natural stone will be shared with another generation.
Nobody would want my kidneys - not even to eat after a prolonged soaking in buttermilk. Your last bit of conjecture is spot-on, though.
DeleteYou have spoken your mind to me so many times I didn't even notice. If that's what it was last night it was, then, quite tame. Keep smiling, I am. Take a codeine for the hangover. I did.
DeleteYes, someone gave me a load of codeine last night too. That is part of my hangover...
DeleteAnd by the way, whatever this change is that you are talking about, don't change too much.
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Thank you, Rachel. I am hoping it is going to be for the better.
DeleteDoes the new job involve shouting through a loudspeaker?
ReplyDeleteIt won't be a new job, but it will involve doing a lot of pointing at things.
DeleteMuseums in Bath? Bus tours of Jane Austinville?
DeleteThere are about 50 times too many people doing that here already. Some of them don't even get paid.
DeleteWishing you all the best, Tom.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carol.
DeleteUnremitting pain stinks, Tom, and a new job won't change what is. I hope, while you wait an answer to your letter, you find out what is wrong with your neck and take care of it. Self medicating is no answer.
ReplyDeleteAnd then, I hope the response to your letter is just perfect.
Now the nag is leaving the building.
You're (the only one who is) allowed to nag, Joanne. You know what you are talking about.
DeleteYou and Rachel...I feel a poem coming on. You won't mind if I discuss the two of you to a bunch of dweeb academics would you? I'll change your names to Mavis and Adrian or whatever you would like. Hang in there Tom. Your groupies need you.
ReplyDeleteIf you are categorising me as a groupie here the answer Donna from me is a very firm "I do mind".
DeleteThe only thing I mind about is that Mavis is my real name.
DeleteI hope everything works out well for you, Tom.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry.
DeleteDon't tell me
ReplyDeleteYou have just been given your own tv show
That's your job. I did see Ann Nightingale in a crap cafe here today though - maybe my own DJ spot at 4.00am on Sunday mornings?
DeleteTom, haven't followed for long, but keep us posted on the new direction. Many of us are in your shoes.
ReplyDeleteIt's not a new direction, but unless you have size 12s (UK) I could fit two of you in each of them.
DeleteDear Tom,
ReplyDeleteall the things I missed by travelling and thus not following any blogs! (It was interesting, though - also my abstinence from Facebook, which I didn't miss very much. The blogs of course I missed! (See a model for innate tact -- don't come with the word: lie).
I hope fate didn't shake you too much - it doesn't sound that good to me, and I wish you with all my heart that things, whatever they are, will be getting better soon.
Thank you Britta.
DeleteIf there is going to be a lot ofpointing at things mind it doesn't set off a new set of aches in your fingers. (from one who knows all about such aches)
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of that. I may reach the stage when I can no longer point.
DeleteOr did I mean 'paint'?
DeleteTom, your ethereal spark will never go out, even when your body falls to bits around it. Hope the neck pain eases soon.
ReplyDeleteIt sometimes goes out before the body has, then I have to look for it under the bed. As far as the pain in the neck goes, Rachel is ok, once you get used to her.
DeleteNobody writes letters anymore. Did you use a quill?
ReplyDeleteI include emails as 'letters'.
DeleteI don't comment or blog much these days, but I have never stopped reading your blog, Tom. As for the pain in the neck - chronic pain is a bastard. Codeine is ok now and then but it has its own problems and consequences. So does alcohol. All my good wishes to you.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you still come here, Judith, but it would be nice if you carried on posting too.
DeleteThe notorious effects of codeine are counter-acted by the notorious effects of alcohol, so everyone's a winner.
Not sure what to say, so I'll just tell you that I hope things get better for you soon.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer. They are getting better already.
DeleteHang in there, life is worth so much of what we endure. (ps-chronic pain in the neck sufferer here too) I have a quote I repeat to myself...."The measure of a man is not how he handles good times, but rather how he acts during life's trials". You seem to be handling life's trial well. :)
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