Move over Miss Marple

 

In the words of Taggart,

“There’s been a murder”

But there is no body.

A pancreas has been killed

And it’s inside my son.

My dodgy gene pool looks like the prime suspect

With weird and wonderful auto immune diseases abounding

On both sides of my family tree.

No happy valley here.

Just a predisposition

And the elusive lightening strike

That leaves him with needles and insulin pens: the wire in his blood.

I spend my days as a silent witness,

Looking for the ‘green around the gills’ tinge of an impending hypo

Trying to work out the reason for sudden high levels.

I snuffle about, metaphorical magnifying glass in hand,

Forensically examining the carb count of a recent meal,

Querying the impact of an activity or lack thereof,

Constantly learning new tricks.

There is no right or wrong in this game.

He is above suspicion.

Sleepless nights feeling like I am waking the dead: a teenage boy in deep slumber.

Blame is never attributed for the weird and wonderful numbers which

Randomly appear on that small screen.

No offence is taken by this amazing child but

No convictions will ever be made for the death of a pancreas.
Edit – how many detective shows can you find reference to?

Motherboard Overload

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A motherboard is the main printed circuit board (PCB) found in general purpose microcomputers and other expandable systems. It holds and allows communication between many of the crucial electronic components of a system, such as the central processing unit (CPU) and memory, and provides connectors for other peripherals.(https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motherboard)

Yip, that’s me -the MOTHERBOARD

Last month, I stopped and looked at my life and I felt exhausted. Why? I function as the motherboard for my family. I know EVERYTHING, I really do!

That’s when I decided to do something radical – switch off the motherboard. Pull the plug and sever connections, at least for a while!

The Motherboard

This motherboard has had enough.

She is overloaded.

There are many components in this system.

Connections are provided and updated on a daily basis.

There is the constant throb of white noise wherever she goes.

Free upgrades are anticipated and given in all areas.

The requests for constant add-ons are handled in a timely fashion.

Satisfaction is guaranteed !

 

But no more!

She can no longer be the repository of all knowledge.

Her memory has reached its capacity.

Wires are crossed.

Data is corrupted.

Sleep mode has been activated.

 

You will find her:

Reading a trashy novel,

Solving crimes on British television shows,

Trying to do yoga,

Baking up a storm in the kitchen.

Approach her at your own risk,

She may explode.