Wednesday, 25 July 2018

My Advice to My Children: Look, you are adults now. You don't get any money from me. Make your own fortunes, quickly. I am spending the small modicum of money I have on my creativity and travels and basically reckless philosophical living, rather than spending it on yours. Should I become rich through my odd activities, then there will be a lot for you, if I don't then there will be nothing for you but a warm memory of me as a kind man and a good father figure who didn't hit you, who just loved your company as you grew beyond me, finer and wiser as you are. Don't lose faith in my creativity. After all, I made YOU. Mind you, I haven't heard from them for years. They are free of me.


First Draft of Mission Impossible screenplay.... "You're Mission, Mr Phelps, should you decide to accept it..." "You can stop right there, because I don't want to know anything about it, and I don't accept it." "Oh, okay."


son John, palliative care nursing consultant expert, visiting dying unconscious Mum in hospital. She looks comfortable. No cancer, no obvious cause for organ failure. The only certain thing was that she was really 'actively' dying at about 80. Something in the sensorium of the brain went wrong and maybe bled. Who knows? She had a good palliative care physician. I asked him 'What's in the Driver? Morphine 120, Midazolam 20, methadone 10, metoclorpramide 30. You still use the old sub-cut drivers...the Nikkis are better." I suggested "morphine amount sounds right for the visceral pain, the methadone can help with any bone pain at the axon gate, the midazolam is good for retrograde amnesia, but the metoclorpramide is unnecessary and could bring extra pyramidical issues, better just take it out and add a tad of haloperidol 5 to cloud the sensorium for the rough bit of the journey". Love you Mum. Thank you for my life. I am honoured to be your son.