Category: I remember in my twenties

Those little things

HonestInk,

I was walking the dogs round the cemetery early this morning and for some reason my late father came to mind. Specifically the time when I was in my late twenties and became very ill. I was looking after his pub whilst he holidayed in Florida when I began to…

I remember in my 50's

Dad on the answering machine

HonestInk,

So I return to my home one day and see that my dad has called. He’s left a message on the answering machine. As always he sounds exasperated. As if I’m never in or I don’t call him straight back, which is not the case. Straight away I feel small…

I remember in my twenties

The three minute hand wash

HonestInk,

I remember learning how to do peritoneal dialysis. This type of dialysis is best explained by Wikipedia because I’m damned if I still understand the magical process to this day ‘Peritoneal dialysis (PD) is a treatment that uses the lining of your abdomen (belly area), called your peritoneum, and a…

I remember in my twenties

The strange household

HonestInk,

I remember our last night in Mallorca, sis and me. I was 22. We’d been there working for 7 months. Working and boozing. Well mainly boozing. We got free accommodation and free drinks vouchers and the equivalent in Pesetas of £7.50 a night. We lived off egg and chips, San…

I remember in my twenties

Life saving hell

HonestInk,

I remember the dialysis. Hemodialysis. It cleanses your blood for you when your kidneys don’t. Some people feel renewed after. Many don’t. Many get dialysis overnight so they can hold down a job during the day. It gave me extreme headaches and a feeling of my blood boiling. I mean…

I remember in my twenties

The X84

HonestInk,

I remember when I rode the X84 with a jug full of pee. If punk was still a thing I could make a song out of that. The LGI didn’t believe me. My social worker didn’t believe me. They thought it was wishful thinking. You don’t pee when your kidneys…

I remember in my twenties

Faces in the wall

HonestInk,

I remember when I woke up to see the faces in the wall. Little, sharp, triangular shaped faces, randomly moving in and out to stare at me. I could make out a massive pile of fruit to my left. I had no idea where I was. Then a woman came…

Category: I remember in my twenties

Those little things

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Dad on the answering machine

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The three minute hand wash

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