Friday, May 30, 2008

The worst of times...

Its part of growing old perhaps, but it hurts all the same. Some aches that you thought had healed, and some totally new ones as well.

The smells of the hospital, the useless running around, the incompetent nurses, the extorsion racket in the medicines, the confusion and fear. And then after all that.. what? The stroke remains and there's still no magic wand for schizophrenia.

I'm tired today. Perhaps if it wasn't for my lifeline of friends, I would have been tired much earlier. My reserves are all used up doing the sort of things I"m no good at.

And of course the colosal calamity is that I don't have a brother or a husband. Yes, thanks society for reminding me of that once again.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Elizabeth Costello - J M Coetzee

The book was bought mostly for its small size ( on a day when I needed something which would stuff in my small bag!)

Pretty much too intellectual for me, although there were passages in it which were interesting and perhaps worth a second read.

no more J M Coetzee for me