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.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

I've got a screw loose

When my husband asked me if I'd like something to do, I was glad at the suggestion, for having been in terrible pain for nearly three weeks now, keeping occupied is becoming difficult, and I badly needed something to take my mind off the relentless pain. Not realising what he had in mind, I sat eagerly awaiting my new found project. As my husband walked towards me with a cunning grin on his face, lovingly clutching a large box containing many little compartments for nails, screws, nuts and bolts; I realised what I'd let myself in for. My husband who is quite adept at do-it-yourself skills, in particular carpentry, he must have every size and type of nail and screw imaginable. As you can now well have guessed, my task was to sort out the messed up compartments putting all the same type and size together. Although far from an exciting or stimulating activity, it did keep me occupied and my mind off the pain, and was a great exercise for dexterity in my fingers on the one arm I can still use. After an hour, I had finished my assignment, only to find he had more boxes like this. Every time I would finish with one, yet another would appear, as if they were breeding in the dark recesses of his tool cupboard. My husband now has the tidiest and most orderly tool cupboard, but next time he asks me if I need something to do, I shall first ask what he has in mind before merrily agreeing, otherwise he'll think I've got a screw loose! 

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