Sorry, more misery! When I was 13 I was sitting opposite my (non-smoking) coal-mining uncle. He was 43 and off sick with short breath. He used to have to go and lie on the settee after going to their outside toilet.
Once he was talking to me, my auntie was in the kitchen, my cousins, (I expect) were out playing, they were younger than me.
“I-am-alright-Terry” he gasped “it’s-just-”
I waited for him to finish his sentence, but he never would. His death at that moment had a deep lasting shock on me, I remember his last words to this day.
Well, he died I guess of emphysema, and hey, guess what I could well have!
I am off sick because I can’t get my breath, and there’s nothing wrong with my heart and I do not have diabetes…
Of course there is treatment today (but no cure) sure I never smoked, but nor did my uncle. My father always smoked in front of me and used to say “you are not a man if you don’t smoke” it was defience to an uncaring father that made sure I wouldn’t smoke.
But it looks as if I might have emphysema, it won’t stop me visiting the States, like hell it will!
Will answer as always from my lordpineapple site, open the champagne all you who hate me!
Anyway cheered myself up by ruffling feathers on the dailyhaiku site, showing them what a REAL haiku looks like! Thanks soonaquitter
The next entry, the daily haiku has gone back to morans who knows not the fuck what they are writing about. So sorry Laurie, but I am soon a quitting that site of doggeral
