Cold Sunflowers*

In the last few days, I have been shaking and confused: unable to find the right words and falling over. Mum wakes me up.

“I’ve been looking at the side effects of all the drugs you’re on” she says. And it seems that it’s the cyclizine causing the falling over, confusion and extra constipation.”

“Phew,” I say. I was worried that that the cancer had made it in my brain 🧠.

“So we dump the ondatreson and taper the cyclizine. You should feel better by next week,”

“That is good news,” I say, looking around for the panther but he’s vanished, as he does when anything good happens for me.

Go for a walk with Mum around the garden:

Mystic Spires

Look how many buds this sunflower 🌻 has

Speak to the Sunday morning chat crew: it’s been a few weeks since we’ve chatted.

When I get into bed, there is a huge animal already in there. Let him not move please: it’s OK when he’s at the end of the bed.

Happy Sunday everyone!

*2018. By Mark Sippings. Novel set in Colchester, UK.