This morning, I brought up the garden and telly and husband was absolutely fine about it. As scary as the memory loss was, it has left him a very slightly different person (which, yeah - also a bit weird). Things that used to upset him a lot either slide off or don't upset him as much, or not for as long. I'm still learning to navigate the changes.
Human biology is weird, though, right? Like, I became allergic to aspirin as a result of being pregnant with our son. Like, having a baby changes your DNA...
One of the lecturers for my undergraduate degree used to tell us stories of interesting psychological cases, like a man who had a frontal lobotomy and tried to strangle his wife with one hand whilst stopping himself with the other.
Human bodies, human brains - totally weird.
I've just watched a film called 'Game Night', which I nearly turned off about half-way through because it just got TOO improbable. I mean, watching any film involves a certain about of suspending your disbelief but this was off the chart. But I stuck with it because it was watchable and mildly amusing. It's 90 minutes of my life I'm never getting back but it had a cameo by Michael C Hall, so that was good.
Today is always difficult. 35 years isn't enough for the hurt to leave, the injustice to no longer sting. Hillsborough killed something in all of us, even those who weren't there. And my 'story' is so vanishingly unimportant compared to other people's. Someone from church told me their 4 brothers were all there, in the Leppings Lane and all made it home. There's even a photo of three of them helping with the make-shift stretchers. There are no words to express how humbled I am by that story.
YNWA
Human biology is weird, though, right? Like, I became allergic to aspirin as a result of being pregnant with our son. Like, having a baby changes your DNA...
One of the lecturers for my undergraduate degree used to tell us stories of interesting psychological cases, like a man who had a frontal lobotomy and tried to strangle his wife with one hand whilst stopping himself with the other.
Human bodies, human brains - totally weird.
I've just watched a film called 'Game Night', which I nearly turned off about half-way through because it just got TOO improbable. I mean, watching any film involves a certain about of suspending your disbelief but this was off the chart. But I stuck with it because it was watchable and mildly amusing. It's 90 minutes of my life I'm never getting back but it had a cameo by Michael C Hall, so that was good.
Today is always difficult. 35 years isn't enough for the hurt to leave, the injustice to no longer sting. Hillsborough killed something in all of us, even those who weren't there. And my 'story' is so vanishingly unimportant compared to other people's. Someone from church told me their 4 brothers were all there, in the Leppings Lane and all made it home. There's even a photo of three of them helping with the make-shift stretchers. There are no words to express how humbled I am by that story.
YNWA