This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Wednesday lunchtime

Good lunchtime peeps,

Well, I am still in pyjamas.
But at least I am washed and fed.

I woke up sick this morning, in a lot of pain, I got my first cup of tea and then I vomited it.
This illness with no name has affected me for many years, it is triggered by anything that causes my muscles to seize, such as stress or impact.  I think, in typical Church of England style, Jill Lihou tried to call it bulimia or attention seeking or something, the labels I have collected from the judgemental church would make a story in itself. It can't be bulimia or attention seeking if I haven't eaten, no-one is home and I threw up because I am in pain, which is pretty much the only reason I throw up.

Anyway, slowly I managaed to keep painkillers down and tea, and eventually bacon and eggs.
And I showered and blogged. I will get dressed and go out wandering, no work today, tomorrow is a work day. I need to be fit for work.

I haven't really updated the last few days, there is a blank patch on Monday where I have no idea what actually happened, I think I was responding to the latest Jersey fiasco, then in the evening I went bus riding and got chips in town and listened to the glorious bellringing practice echoing in the empty square, and I went to the Samaritans to relieve some of the pent-up distress.

Then I came home and slept.
I woke early yesterday morning with a purpose, and I purposed that paperwork and went out with it.
Then I looked in my bank account and to my surprise, the pumpkins at housing benefit had paid a different amount on a different day than they had said they would, so I got some things I needed, including shoes, as the soles were falling off the other pair and they were my only pair.
The new shoes are better.

I came home, showered, and went to work.
I spent most of the afternoon minding the shop alone, all shops are struggling at this time of year, so it was quiet but I was pleased to get a few good sales.
The manager came in just before closing time, and I swept the shop while she talked.
I am going to be increasing my work and will have keys and be opening the shop sometimes, soon.
I didn't expect to progress as I have, but it means I am working towards being employable in a paid job eventually.

Last night I went out riding on the buses and came home late, slept but woke up ill this morning, I will need painkillers all day.

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