Just another day in Crazy Town

okay i realize that wordless weekends was a bit of a ploy.
me posting stuff just to say i had posted and you being all nice and coming over and commenting just to be supportive.
not that i'm not grateful.
i am.
very.
obviously i am scraping the barrel because there's no way on god's earth that i can come up with something interesting for every day in november.
hey, if i could make even one or two days in november interesting then i'd feel chuffed.
i'm not even sure now why i thought this was a good idea.
i think i thought it would be a challenge.
i like a good challenge.
but a challenge has to have a point.
and i can't remember what mine was now.
but
i'm not backing out.
yet.

i'll just tell you one or two things that you might find remotely interesting.
and then i'll go.

i met a fella today who would like to enrol and do some upgrading through our program.
he did the required assessment and completed all of the paperwork.
we talked about his goals.
what we could help him with.
we discussed the fact that he's recently been diagnosed with epilepsy.
he said it had taken years to get to that diagnosis.
years of unusual behaviour before 'they' finally pinpointed that he was having seizures.
i sympathised when he said he'd urinated publicly.
i said it must be difficult to have a seizure and then come around to find that you've accidentally wet your pants.
he said, oh no, not peed my pants.  i sort of take it out (he gestured someone unleashing what appeared to be a very large penis) and i pee.
he gestured someone peeing against an imaginary wall with said oversized instrument.
oh, says i.
and, he went on, i also did b and e's.
b and e's?
yeah, break and enters.
pardon?
yeah, i'd break and enter but i didn't know i was doing it because i was having a seizure.
? er really?
yeah.
and sometimes i've been know to pull the fixtures and fittings off a wall; sinks, toilets and that. but i never knew i'd done it 'cos i was having a seizure.

i was slightly perplexed but didn't break my composure.
we finished our conversation.
he left and i said i'd call when we have an opening in the class he needs.

then i mentally marked his paperwork with my imaginary massive rubber stamp.
Access Denied.

and how was YOUR day?


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