About me

I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Wrong impression

We live in a rural area and have the pleasure of being surrounded by fields, orchards and a forest. I wanted to check there were no future plans for development or perish the thought, high rise apartment buildings going up behind us. I visited the local building planning office, asking a lady at the front desk, I was told I'd have to submit my request in writing and wait to be invited to a committee that sits once every two weeks to discuss such matters. Having hoped for immediate information, my face dropped, and looking despondent, leaned on her desk and said "my husband wont be pleased if I go home without an answer!" 

What I had forgotten, was that both my arms were badly bruised (one bruises easily with Gaucher disease) and I literally looked as if I had been beaten up. The lady looked me up and down, told me to wait a moment  whilst she hurried into the back office where I could see her talking to another woman sitting at a desk. The two of them simultaneously looked over in my direction, and then continued in  their hushed tones. The lady returned to the counter and told me that they didn't usually give out information informally, but she was concerned for me and would make an exception. 

As she spoke, I noticed her glancing at my arms and it suddenly occurred to me, she had assumed I had taken a beating. Little did she know that Gaucher disease was solely responsible for my colourful bruises, and most definitely not my gentle, loving darling husband. I didn't say anything. Leaving the office armed with the information, and thinking for once, having Gaucher had unwittingly given me an advantage, although now my husband had a questionable reputation! Arriving home I told my husband what had happened, to which he was mortified, and told me out right that he wasn't going to set foot in that office if they were under the impression that I was a beaten wife. I can't say I blame him! However, we are now safe with the knowledge that the fields behind us will stay agricultural land.

Have a good weekend.

1 comment:

  1. This blog really made me laugh and once again, I wonder how you are able to bring humor into the tales you tell based on two serious medical conditions. You are an inspiration to all who read your blog.