5 Thoughts on an Ordinary Day

• Holiday season approaches and I am wondering if the father will manage to sort out what his son is going to do while we are away. He is invited to come with us but of course doesn’t want to. I feel resigned to the fact that he will stay at home and yet again fill up the house with friends who leave it in a smokey greasy mess. But the father insists that ‘He will not stay here”  We will see !
• Recently he has had about four epileptic fits. Sometimes we find out and sometimes we don’t. It is triggered by staying up all night, not getting 8 hours sleep even in the day time, not taking his pills regularly and refusing to look after himself
• I am getting him a massage treatment from someone who comes very recommended. He is supposed to go today. this is the fifth attempt as he has cancelled all the previous appointments even though he says he wants to go as he has a painful knee.
• Yesterday I read about a doctor who has researched the health – mental emotional and physical – of people who were separated from their mothers in the first days of their lives. He asserts that this lack of skin to skin contact and the absence of the oxytocin smell results in poor connections in the forming brain. cortisol is too high leading to stress and aggression and lack of ability to relax and connect with others. It is rather like saying – Bad luck son – you’re fucked!   I chose to believe that with healing it could be at least harmonised to make life easier.
• I came out this morning to work in a cafe because when I got up early in order to get things done in peace at home, I found the Resident Adolescent on the sofa playing computer games. I don’t blame him – it’s the best place for wifi and he too needs peace and solitude sometimes.