… is not always necessarily good news. Been feeling rotten all summer, compounded by the holidays, tiny shitty little flat and no money. This week started off all vim and vigour: Surrealo Son went back to school last week, Arty Daughter due to start college on 13th. Trying to address my problems and get my head straight.
What could possibly go wrong? Well probably everything if I’m involved.
We (me and the Artist for newbies or those who need to dust my abandoned blog down)spent a very pleasant evening post Ashes (sorry Antipodes) and a lovely dinner enjoying each other’s company and generally being rather silly.
We decided to go to bed to watch the very silly film (Soldier Blue) we were sitting up watching at about half past midnight. At around ten to one the Artist started rolling and lolling over the side of the bed (a sneaky tactic to avoid my advances I thought). When this had happened three times (the Artist thought it was really funny) I noticed in the glint of the TV that the residual effects from the February stroke looked much worse on the left side of his face. By this time instead of trying to sit on the bed he had slid to the floor.
I said I thought he’d had another stroke. He couldn’t grip my hand. He couldn’t sit up straight. He said he was fine. I called the ambulance who were there within 6 minutes.
We are still waiting for a diagnosis – the CT scan only showed the old brain injury; nothing new. His MRI results are being disappointingly elusive. Hopefully he’ll have had them now.
Just waiting for Tescos to deliver the shopping and then I’ll be off with the Two year old genius to the hospital.
Sorry to everyone who has contacted me over the summer – just not been able to get this or anything else into gear. Have to now though.
Love to you all. Will keep this posted.
The picture is not of me by the way – to see my naked bum you’ll have to visit John’s online gallery at http://www.minigallery.co.uk/John_Morris/. Reclining nude with red hair is me, not the stick insect above.