Last night I dreamt I was having a ‘ticcing fit’ and it seemed to go on for ages. I felt a moment of relief when it stopped and I woke up. My relief was short-lived though – it turned out I was having a fit in real life as well.
I wrote recently about one of the many tic-filled messages I’ve left for Laura on her voicemail. When I called her today she answered, so I didn’t need to leave a message, but the first thing I said was, “I’m a prostitute.”…
Leftwing Idiot, Poppy, and I were watching TV. Someone on the programme we had on mentioned something about having three wishes. My tics leapt at the opportunity of making three of their own:
Wish one: “A bin”
Wish two: “Latvia to be conquested by a bear”
Wish three: “For history to be repeated”
Leftwing Idiot laughed and said ‘You’re the last person on earth who should be given three wishes.’
Since my ‘ticcing fits’ intensified six months ago I’ve spent very little time completely on my own. I have to have someone with me to make sure I’m safe, and while this means I get to spend time with lots of different people, I sometimes miss being alone.…
It’s a bank holiday and I’ve spent most of the day hanging out with Poppy at the castle, each of us doing our own thing. She’s in her final year of a costume design course so she’s very busy making her final pieces.…
“Piss off parsnip.”
“Carroty cunt.”
“Man up root vegetables.”
…all this as I settled into bed – certainly a strange way to end the day.
It’s the Easter holidays and the three projects I help run were buzzing today. Because it’s a playscheme week I was moving about between the sites more than usual, but I hadn’t taken my wheelchair.
Our adventure playground was having a messy play day.…
Tonight Channel 4 aired the first episode of a new series about disabled people, with various conditions, who join a dating agency looking for love. We then follow them on their subsequent dates. It’s controversial because of its name – Undatables – and because of the advertising campaign leading up to tonight’s show.…
I went to hang out and watch some TV at Leftwing Idiot’s this evening. When I arrived we sat in his kitchen and had a drink. While he did making the tea my tics had a chat with his geranium.
It’s been almost a year since this plant arrived in his flat and our turbulent relationship first began.…
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