annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On and on Got up at sparrow's fart to go to dermatology clinic where, before even 9 o'clock I'd had one lesion burnt off my leg with frozen nitrogen and had local anaesthetic, a biopsy and a stitch in the skin above my lip, now covered with a dressing. Man. Again I was told I was in really good health for my age. Yeah, apart from skin cancer, a stroke, sciatica and a twisted ankle. Looking good. Since then I've had a long phone chat with Son, ranting about having a broken boiler in his new flat and no hot water since he moved in two weeks ago. Then a phone session with my key worker, who is quite frail herself, so that was me done for the day. There's been awful stuff going on here in response to a woman's murder (allegedly), at the hands of a serving police officer. I can't go into it as I'm unutterably depressed at the lack of progress in this area over my lifetime. The fucking BBC ran its segment on the story with the tagline "Women's safety concerns" as if the cause of their fears is a big mystery, when it's not, it's men. A male journalist persuaded them to change it to "male violence against women" and pointed out that 97% of violent acts are committed by men and here we are again, awash in a sea of 'Not all men' bollocks, while six more women and a girl have been killed since this all started last week. I can't bear it and I can't find a way to hide from it. I've been fighting this fight, reclaim the night, the streets, lighting candles, all this, since Sutcliffe in the 1980s and I want to walk away now and hand it over, but all of my escape routes are blocked, it seems. I know I sound hard and horrible and I guess I am. I'm still too fucked up to be able to reach out and care beyond my tight, immediate circle. Shameful but there it is. Good things Take care, y'all. 9:16 p.m. - 13.03.21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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