All Change

I have been without help in the house for at least ten days now, and today Sam called to say her Grandad is not well and she must put him first. So far I have managed to keep my head above water, but after talking with Sam I realised how important she is in my life. Of course her Grandad comes first.

Yesterday I went for groceries and looked at an item I was thinking about buying. I almost entered into a purchase agreement, but decided to wait. I’m glad I did as when I got home I found it online at a third of the price, in fact less, so I took that route.

When I got home I discovered I had been out for almost two hours without my inhaler. I was shocked. All my planning and management out of the metaphorical window. I have to be more meticulous. But I am realising that one of my medicines is affecting my concentration. On Wednesday I almost left a shop without paying. I was embarrassed naturally and it took me while to let my self off the hook.

On Wednesday, before the shop incident, I was on my way to the hair salon when I saw some litter. I stopped to pick it up and found my self sitting in a bush with a damp feeling under me. I had grabbed a branch to save myself, so I had swung round. On getting up I realised that I had orange coloured muck on my legs and hands. And on my linen shorts. I carry a small hand cleanser in my bag so I used that as best I could and then carried on to the salon. I told them my predicament and wet wipes were produced and a thick paper towel which I chose to sit on to have the dampness absorbed from my shorts. I was brought a cup of tea which was most welcome. I think this added to my discombobulation in the shop. Then I was told the young lady who was to do my hair had been sent home ill. I was so disappointed as I was going out in the evening. But next Tuesday I will get a complimentary haircut and blow dry.

I went home with the shop incident en route and had a shower, washed my hair and dressed and stayed cool until my friend came for me. I had a great time at an open mic poetry night in Salisbury. I read two of mine.

So I made two new friends that night and now I feel more confident about reading aloud.

I need to be more disciplined about my checks when I go out. I need to be more aware that a medicine is affecting my concentration. Checklists. I need one at my back door.

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Author: chrissiemorrisbrady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft. I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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