A Day in My Life
My alarm clock starts beeping at 7:15 exactly and I groan and try to
imagine that it isn't there. When the noise doesn't stop I roll over
and hurl the unlucky object across the room. It invariably hits a
precariously balanced pile of books or CD's and they invariably come
crashing down, adding to the scene of devastation that is my bedroom
floor. I then slowly drift off to sleep again; until, twenty minuets
later, I am rudely awakened by my mum's voice shouting: "Danny you'll
be late for school!".
I turn over looking for my alarm clock and, realising that it's no
longer a foot away from my right ear but at the other side of the
room, I slowly climb out of my bed and get dressed.
Breakfast is usually a bowl of four Wheetabix piled high with sugar
and a cup of coffee. About half way through my Wheetabix, the doorbell
rings. I shovel in the remainder of my food and rush upstairs to clean
my teeth.
It's Fraser at the door. He insists that if I'm not ready buy
eight-twenty then we must try and get a lift from my mum. My mum,
understandably, doesn't like this and I get the blame.
So I rush about trying to find, amongst other things, my English book
or triple science textbook.
I'm ready by 8:20 and Fraser and I enjoy a fairly leisurely walk to
school.
Our topics of conversation are, to say the least, varied. One minute
we may be talking about the football match last night and the next we
may be discussing the pros and cons of Captain Scarlets new
anti-Mysteron weapon.
After the fifteen-minute stroll, we arrive at school where we proceed
to take the longest route possible to our tutor room. Why t...
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... My ATC uniform, (which consists of two shirts, a pair of trousers, a
jumper and some highly polished black leather DMS shoes; along with my
Waterproof jacket, my 'GP' Jacket and my Corporals stripes), occupies
the only tidy part of my bedroom.
If it is not a Monday or Thursday, however, I banish all thoughts of
the ATC from my brain and sit down to some horribly overdue homework
or go online and browse some websites on JavaScript while chatting to
six different people at once (one of whom I don't know at all but
whose name, I have discovered, is Tom).
At about nine thirty I go downstairs and either eat, watch TV or read
for half an hour or so. At about ten-fifteen I retire to bed and
either fall asleep directly or read for fifteen minutes and the drop
off. Either way, I am usually fast asleep by eleven o'clock.
head, to the right shoulder, all the way down to the right part of the
I don 't know if you have ever been close to an Alzheimer 's patient but it 's confusing. It 's scary. It 's sad. It 's a slow, painful way to leave for everyone involved. You say goodbye long before the body leaves and your new normal becomes seeing someone you love look at your face with a certain empty look that 's hard to explain. There 's no longer the fire and life in their eyes that you once used to see. There is however, moments of clarity. In the midst of the confusion, you see a small light in their eyes for a few minutes. They remember you. They love you. You get them back for that few minutes. It all too soon silently slips away and the light disappears followed by the question "Who are you?". You smile back and explain and every time its a little bit harder. When their physical being is gone you tend to think back to one of two things. One, you remember the days
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