Please Don't Do A Michael!
Wednesday 6th May 2015 started out a day like any other. As someone in ill health, I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom working on the laptop, think of todays Isolation/Lockdown only 24 years worth courtesy of M.E ? My mother had just entered the bedroom when my phone rang, it was my sister Michele, I did my usual cheery " Hi Smell, you okay?" but she sounded awkward, she asked if mum was with me, at which point Mum came over and sat at the end of my bed thinking I was about to hand the phone over. Then my sister said " Stacy, I have some bad news" I immediately thought it was my Dad, I mean we tend to think life goes in order don't we, even if that's totally false? which of course it is. As I felt that sickening fight or flight adrenaline start to course through my body and braced myself for what she was about to say next, absolutely nothing could've prepared me. " I'm sorry, it's really ...