Tuesday, 29 May 2018

bronchial sores

two minutes to five
sleep has gone, most of the rattle in the lungs has gone to
All is peace and quiet

But for the four bells for the hour, followed by five bells to tell the hour itself.

It is barely light outside, the buildings on the opposite side of the road lit in the soft light reflected from the sky.

There are two empty bottles of water on the sitting room table, but it is so dark still. Next month there  will be the shortest day of the year, and then the dark will encroach on the mornings again.
Life has turned into a mass of disjointed thoughts and disconnected ideas now, things are not going anywhere. The two weeks distance from work, and no big duties to fulfil.

and now it is ten past five, and all is still silent.
Prednisolon has joined the choir of pills to be taken, to quieten the rattling rasping infection in the lungs. These are more pills than one can be comfortable with, but the discomfort of the rasping bronchial infections is worse.
And hopefully will have been worse

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