The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.

Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.

I gave it a shot. It sucked. I suffered a potential serial killer teenager who would pick his nose and wipe it on the wall. I gained 15 kilo; became invisible to the world. Yeah; I don’t think I’ll do that again.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Up and Down!!!

I'm sick of the up and down of brain "injury" [read brain damaged].  I mean if no one knew I was brain damaged, you would probably meet me for the first time, and think I was normal.  That in itself, can be frustrating!

I'm sick of beginning each conversation with "hello!! I have brain damage!" just so as the get it!

Oh well.  I keep trying at work even though its exhausting and I'm probably not much value.  I can't concentrate on more than one thing, and even then its a struggle...

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Life is Funny!

Life is funny.   I'm back at work, and I think I could handle more hours.  I'm tired, but I suspect I was tired before I went to that fateful "we'll just close this shunt off and see..." last November.

Today I got to work by quarter to eight.  I feel happy.  Relatively so anyhow.  I'm feeling the love at work which is nice.  Far better than my boss who just doesn't know that your supposed to care about other people!  I had the chief medical officer come and ask how I was and the director of radiology came up while I was getting my coffee.  It felt good; although I cringed when the radiology guy said he been up to see my twice but I was asleep!  (More like I was out of it and I didn't want them to remember me like that!)

No drinking again; I'm always clear headed when I totally abstain.  The other day I drank with a friend and I was retarded the next day (or gave the appearance of it!).  So alcohol I can have only when someone comes around, and I have to really limit myself on a work night.

As for the 51 year old; player.  Don't think I will see him again.  Probably just as well...

I'm beginning to think I would just do better with my girlfriends...

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Jeff Duff; boy is he thin...

On Friday night I went to see Jeff Duff doing Bowie.

He was thin as a rail, overtly gay and we had a great time! He got the crowd up on their feet and we stood there, dancing, in awe of how brilliant he is. 

We went out to dinner first at this place down the road which cooks Russian food.  Sound horrible, I know, but it was fabulous!

Then we came home...