I think I speak for many people when I say that 2026 can go fuck itself. I don’t think I have ever felt more dragged through a hedge backwards than I have in these last 6 months. Holy shit! I am surprised I have any hair left and not gone bald in patches with the stress I have endured this year so far.
I feel like I am 15 years old again, riding a frigging fairground ride, but cowboy Roger keeps pressing the start button on repeat, and he isn’t satisfied until I am throwing up everywhere and nearly passing out. Yes, I know; you are very welcome for me placing that horrible vision in your mind at 6:30am on a Tuesday morning! But it’s true, mate: I am so bloody done with this whole ride; I just want to get off and have a fooking break!
We received yet another kick in the pants yesterday, as Matthew’s insurance won’t pay out his £15,000 claim for serious illness payment, and why is that? Because they feel he isn’t sick enough!!..Nope! It is not enough to have a tumour cut out of your bladder, have to take a course of chemo for 6 weeks, be bedridden and not be able to work because you are too sick to work for 4 months, which drains your savings account. BUT! Not sick enough for serious illness cover that you have been paying each month to make sure you are insured for these types of things.
When I say it wasn’t for my faith and creativity that I haven’t lost the plot by now, I am telling the truth. I must have clocked up many, many miles on my prayer and creative clock this year, and my creativity has taken a massive growth spurt as a result. Strange how God already prepped me for a future I haven’t experienced yet by making me more creative now. Yet, isn’t that what life is all about? One big journey into the unknown, already set out for us, and everything happens for some kind of reason? The seeds we plant now will bloom into something else later, just like planting flower seeds in your garden in April to bloom at their best in August (don’t ask me, I fooking hate gardening).
Either way, the beautiful thing about life is that we have the freedom to choose. So despite all the kick in the pants this year, what I do know, and can control, is my own thoughts. So I choose to stay positive and focus on what truly matters right now: Matthew’s health, my own health and as long as we have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies, we will get through this together. The brilliant news is that issue two publishing files have been accepted, so that is two comics out to the world and for sale on Amazon. I can now focus on putting issue 3 together and dishing out free copies of the first and second issues, which have already been sponsored to do so.
Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you would like a copy for someone you know who is experiencing Rodger in their life, because life can be tough for the caregiver as well as the patient. If we can fetch a tiny bit of laughter relief for 10 minutes, then we have done what I intended all along.
I have strong faith that Matthew will be back on his feet by Easter 2027, and that we can look back and see how far we have actually come. Plus, the new heights of how utterly bonkers my creativity became, which I dragged you along for the ride with me.
Just don’t sue me for making you bonkers too, cos I don’t have a pot to piss in.
Chow for now! Sweeties!
Love you long time,
Kate x
Silly Disclaimer: Any resemblance to actual events, persons, or rogue fairground ride operators is purely coincidental. No insurance companies or cowboy Rogers were harmed in the making of this rant. Side effects may include spontaneous laughter, eye-rolling, or the sudden urge to eat sweets. Please consult your inner child before taking life too seriously. By reading this disclaimer, you also agree that you have zero chance to sue me for any kind of shit you think I caused. Good luck with that!
