to treat or not to hospital treat? that is the eating disorder…

I Had a look at the eating disorder day case centre: 3 anorexic 16 year old girls, sitting calmly in a small, forcibly comfortable room, one knitting, waiting to not eat. I am a sore thumb. A sore, throbbing thumb 20 years senior than the fingers. It is difficult to feel the place has any …

Fibbing with style… the way to success

C is an inveterate fibber, conducted with such admiral aplomb and conviction it’s hard not to admire it. With factual matters she lives by the rule: say/do it with confidence and people will believe anything i.e. bullshit baffles brains. She is so good at rolling out plausible answers for things she has no business knowing …

Unnerving behaviour 2

Yesterday saw the second round of the de-nerving of front-righty, the treatment that had caused a large amount of pain in the aim of stifling the tooth with attitude.  Arriving early as it was cold and rainy outside, I settled into the established waiting room, a place considerably more established than last week’s temporary version. …

Bulimia is a powerful mistress

he kitchen is a mess, when it came to removing the end caps on the pipe yesterday afternoon, the smug grin, still present even after the dentist, took a swift slap to the face: nether end piece would budge, the kitchen remained a mess and quite dry; like they say ‘beware what you wish for’, …

the anti-walking society

I have a suspicion, backed up by decades of observational evidence that there exists in Britain and probably far beyond, a number of secret societies, which once membership has been attained, for one must be invited to join, one is entitled to act like a subversive malcontent when it comes to moving in public spaces.  …

I didn’t know I didn’t know that!

First shop C’s mom is having a birthday next week, yesterday we shopped. contrary to the norm, yet entirely consistent with our relationship, I adore shopping while C displays all the signs of having a severe allergy; getting hot, bothered and very angry in lightly crowded stores and storming out after adopting an empty hands …

monday bloody monday!

  Well, Wednesday actually Let’s just say this was written Monday, or, as if we are going to fib why not do it well, that I have been occupied in some great and noble deed involving an enormous self sacrifice for the sake of some entirely altruistic cause. Taken aback by the progress of this …

I hate this house (pt.2)

I ventured again to the DIY megastore, determined on purchasing a new washer, having been told for many years that the problem is normally just a washer. DIY equipment is seriously expensive, yet utterly essential for living in your own house, for example: a toolbox must actually have tools in it. I purchased an “adjustable …

Friday

This morning I gained early insights, and practice into the pregnant woman hormone control system, in particular how anything I say may be incendiary at any time: the worst kind of martyrdom. “I feel nauseous” “morning sickness wise or just in general?” “morning sickness, i think” A small pause ensued “I wish we were seahorses” …

Annoying toys and why we buy them for other people

Like umbrella karma, something I learned in the days of public transportation, you often leave or forget an umbrella, but one will be returned to you shortly via umbrella karma, a foundling on the bus or train... so far I have not been privy to another such karmic ring... until now, as a parent when …