1999: I think it must be mum’s funny time of month again, she’s not been herself the past day or two, and today was no better. Oh joy! Another week of impatience, shouting and not being able to do anything right. Mum had a shower whilst I drank my milk in her bed and when she came back in for cuddles realised that me and the bed were soaked for the second morning running. We were a bit behind today and a bit rushed to get out the door. I thought it was great fun to avoid the shoes and coat, but mum didn’t hold out too well with that game. We got to Edon’s just as they were about to leave for school, so I went straight in the buggy. When mummy went I screamed and sobbed, I think I saw a tear in mummy’s eye as she walked away. We went to the doctors tonight as I keep saying ‘I’m ‘ot’ and have a gooey nose and eyes. Now got nasal drops and antibiotics. We made dinner together, we had good fun, and I pricked the sausages and then pretended to peel a potato with my plastic knife and then threw it around the kitchen.
2019: Over to Zof’s tonight after work as going to set up joint account tomorrow and speak to estate agents about rental property. How things change. This time last year I was recovering from a fungal infection in my blood and sepsis. I planned to go away for a year to Australia, had my visa and my flights booked for May. Crohns had other ideas as I was rushed in to hospital a week before my flight and had to stay here to have surgery in July. And then I met Zof. We cannot travel currently as still not medically fit but there’s always time.
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1999: Pa’s birthday today and Bompers too. Mummy was already dressed before I got up this morning as I had a lie in until 7.45. Why don’t I do this at weekends when mum could lie in? Well there just wouldn’t be any fun in that, now would there? I do have some heart though; I found mums silk roses on her windowsill, picked them up and presented them to her. She said they were lovely and that they smelt beautiful too. They’re pretend mother, not real. Honestly! Oh well best not disappoint her, I’ll play along with her, let me smell ‘Mm. Lovely’. What a Wally! A little later I called mummy into my bedroom and she came in to find me looking very pleased with myself. I had stuck the remaining stickers for my potty training chart all over the wardrobe and they were stuck hard and fast. She told me I was very clever but perhaps next time they should go on the chart. Tip of the month – if you want to avoid getting in trouble with your mum always look proud and pleased with what you have done and they won’t have the heart to tell you off. After Edons tonight, mummy and I went to the card shop to get birthday cards for Pa and Bomper, but I found it far more fun to wreck the joint whilst she was distracted rather than to look for cards. We arrived at Nanny and Pa’s and I gave Pa his present and then took it straight back off him and unwrapped it. Mm, very nice, a new T-shirt, it looks a bit on the big side for me though mum. What do you mean it’s for Pa; everyone knows presents are for kids. Aren’t they? Oh well, the cake then? Pa’s great, he let me sit on his lap and blow out the candles ‘again’ and ‘again’.
2019: Great Grandad Bomper died when I was 6 at the age of 86. He is still with me wherever I go and often flickers lights on and off around me! Zof and I were hanging in London this morning and called in to see Uncle Terry, Aunty Dee and cousin Beau at Epping Ice rink and had a little skate eventually getting home at 7 pm.
Whilst we were away, with me permission, mum had changed my room round (due to a condensation and mould problem which is attacking the wallpaper and needing to get the bed off of said wall) and sorted all my draws etc out. Sprung – I have a full packet of immunosuppressants and a prescription in my draw! Thing is I am very reluctant to take them due to nearly dying of sepsis Christmas before last due to a fungi entering my blood through my sinuses as I was so immune supressed
1999: We arrived for breakfast to discover the high chair ready and waiting. I ate bacon, a sausage (which looked remarkably like poo, I picked it up and said so very, very loudly, at which point Mummy crawled under the table, I don’t know why, she can be so embarrassing at times) and a slice of toast and marmalade. Trudged around in the freezing cold sleet for 30 minutes to find a GP surgery as I keep falling over and am now back on antibiotics for ear infection. We went swimming and I did really well holding mummy’s hand up and down the swan slide and so eventually she let me have a go on my own. I fell backwards; mummy caught my leg just in time. She had a banged leg and I have a banged back. In the dining room tonight I wanted the “ man” (waiter) to pour my juice into my cup. He obliged saying “hold it tight” as I held on to my cup. All was going well until half way through when I dropped the whole lot over my trousers. We had to go back to the room to change and I had hysterics thinking I was going to bed, but we went out again – dancing. I have won the hearts of all, nearly everyone here knows my name and I had several dances with several ladies tonight. I wave to them all when I leave one room and say hello when I go in to another.
2019: Well after a hectic week Zof took me out to dinner last night at Bella – our first date restaurant – love Italian and my table manners have improved, although I remain fairly clumsy so drink spillages are not that uncommon. I don’t swim much now but did train as a life guard when I was 17 and spent a year at Camber Sands and a year at Scratby lifeguarding until going on to other things. One of those things being club host and entertainer – still love to dance and be the centre of attention some nights, although other days and nights will see me hiding away from the world with anxiety and depression and I struggle to even place an order at MacDonalds. Things are much better since I met Zof though and we are now thinking of getting our own place. Crohns not great at the moment but I continue of the immune’s and mum is certain a lot of this is due to all the antibiotics I had as a child knocking out my healthy gut bacteria so keeps trying to feed me them too (lucky she’s away at the moment!)
1999: Got into mums bed this morning with …………………Nan? Oh that’s right mum had to go to work again last night! Well I’m making the most of this, sorry Nan but there’s no way I’m going back to sleep. I spoke to mum on the phone at 8.00 when she rang to say good morning and to see if I was being a good boy. Why shouldn’t I be? She has no faith my Mother. Doesn’t she realize yet that I only play up when she’s around – moaning at me? Well it gets on your nerves after a while. “Jack don’t do that, don’t do this………………..” On and on and on she drones. I did have Nan running up and down the stairs all morning though by saying “poo”, but I didn’t (It’s a great game this, the power you have to make them all go running with just one, simple word). Tonight mummy and I sat on the settee watching telly, drinking milk and eating a huge bowl of sweeties. Heaven. She can go and do extra hours at work any time she likes. There’s nothing like a guilty conscience.
2019: Mums in Tenerife getting some winter sun. Hopefully they’ll be sweeties when she gets back! Meanwhile I don’t envy her those extra work hours – my day has been long, long, long insulating loft after loft! And as for poo – well that makes me go running now due to the wonder of Chron’s. Karma apparently.
1999: Slept the whole night in my own bed, I must be slacking, will have to do better than that tonight. Before we left for Edon’s today, I spied a big tube of Smarties, which someone had apparently dropped round for me last night. What a treat, I’m not usually allowed, but I’ve seen them now mum – you should have hidden them sooner (I mean you had all night). Meanie head said that I couldn’t have them for breakfast, so I decided to take them with me. I put them on the dashboard and guzzled my drink. Mum tried all sorts of distractions, but I know her game, she was hoping I would forget they were there. Is she stupid? I mean she’d remember her sweeties so what makes her think I wouldn’t remember mine? I humoured her, responded to her distractive ramblings and once at Edon’s got out of the car, Smarties tightly clenched in hand.
2019: Well mums away in Tenerife and I’ve been working hard all day and grabbing what I can to snack on. To be fair, I love my sweets still, but know chocolate really effects my Chron’s so I tend to avoid this. Along with spicy food and nuts – so what did mum put in my Christmas sack – Wasabi bloomin nuts!