Back to moan.

I got a comment months after my last post- thanks Olivia. Ok am I going to do a second post soon? I don't really know. Right now I want to write something again. Last time I got so sad I could not write so I stopped trying- I found myself crying over the keyboard and unable to find words.
When things go wrong I take it to heart. I want to make things good so much that when things go bad I feel the lowest form of life on Earth.
Yes you guessed it- things are crap at the moment and I feel like it is all my fault. Herrad's decubitus wound has opened up again. A pressure sore- it was a monster; if you have never experienced a pressure sore do what ever you can to avoid the experience- my experience of Herrad's is in previous posts but understand that people die from pressure sores- gangrenous holes bone deep. I washed dead flesh out of it everyday for months. It was terrible.
Right now it is just a layer of skin scraped from the scar but it is enough to put Herrad flat on her back till it heals. Somehow it got open again. What did I do?
I think we have stopped it getting infected and it is starting the slow process of recovering. We do not know how long it will take and the spring weather is just starting so frustration levels are going off the register.
By the way I like to put rubbish in my tags just to drag poor idiots to this blog.

Port of Spain Live

I found a link to a live feed from the Carnival in Trinidad. Herrad is watching the masqueraders dancing through the streets of Port Of Spain. She has even got a slight Trini lilt in her voice. The sun has come out here and we are in party mood.
Jump up!Jump up!- Put your hands in the air!

The down side of being open.

Two things have worried me in the last week. First worked out OK.
Herrad got a comment on her blog that had a strong critical implication. Suggesting that her illness and in particular it's severity was down to a lack of positive thinking. My interpretation of the comment was that poster was arguing his case too hard and would not have intended such an implication. Herrad decided to allow the comment to be published and the response from her other readers was an outpouring of comments expressing outraged love for her. The grit irritated Herrad and she has been writing since- pearls are forming as we watch. One bad comment was worth dealing with.
More worrying was what happened to Steve and BoRobert. Some idiot took information from their blog "Wheel of Fortuna" and telephoned their doctor and made comments about BoRobert's treatment. The Doc went up the wall and now they are struggling to rebuild the trusting relationship they had built up with BR's medics.
Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Steve has been a great support for me. It is not an easy position we find ourselves in and I think each in his own way is doing a decent job. If he was forced to put the shutters up I would feel even more alone and hopeless.
As for the busy body: I believe in pacifism. Sometimes it is challenging!
Steve's blog: http://spinfortunaswheel.blogspot.com/

A great visit and old mate!

An old friend has just left after a few days stay. It was a great boost to have him around. He has been Herrad's friend for over twenty years and I hit it off with him when she introduced us. Still a dirty rock'n'rolling biker and still one of the best.
When Herrad was a cook in a vegetarian cafe he and his then girlfriend came in. Two very young very cute Ausie punkrockers. They read the menu enthusiastically-worked out what they could afford and ordered a Greek salad between them. Herrad gave them some bullshit that she had made up plates for customers who had not shown so it would be doing her a favour if they ate a salad, a main course, extra bread, a sweet course and drank a glass or two of red wine.
Martin ended up working alongside her and they are mates for life. A typical incident of Herrad's instinct to be kind to a stranger paying off.
For a shy man like me she has been a great asset- I have to be friendly with a partner like Herrad and have enjoyed life much more as a result.

Happy days...

Three days to our aniversary- I dont believe in marriage: I require neither church or state to sanction what I feel.
Getting hitched made a staement of commitment that mattered more to Herrad but I got the point .
Not every one thought I was such a good choice. Some people thought I was a disaster walking. What they never knew was that no one could love Herrad more.
Loving her is so easy for me and I am so flattered that she chose me.
Life has played cruel little jokes on us but I still reckon I am doing well: I have so much love in my life!
Only what the hell to get for a present?