This chapter relies on the smooth ballad from the Gunners. I am not a huge fan of them, however, Jase was an avid follower. I knew all the bigger hits, especially their covers (Knockin' On Heaven's Door and Live and Let Die) but Jase owned shirts, knew every word and would often sing out of tune when they played in the car.
An easy decision to include at least one of their songs as a chapter became a no brainer. This chapter covers the growing attachment and struggles of low income and necessity versus doing what is right and following the rules - an allegory for the views of life between Jase and I.
The surgery for his dialysis access is the opening act, the stresses of entering only our eighteenth month together and already navigating stresses like surgeries and increasing fines for driving unlicenced. With the
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risk of gaol time on the table, sometimes karma reminds you to stop pushing the boundaries of your own existence - even if it comes from survival.
The slow opening corrolates with the movement of a slower pace, some of the more dramatic components of our relationship now filtering through a checklist. I thought working myself to unconciousness was the answer. Turns out, tiredness, frustration, fate and karma all had things to say on that matter.
Finally being reprimanded enough to face scary possibilites,
ironically, the thing stressing us out, ended up being our saving grace. Apparently NSW corrections don't feel the need to facilitate dialysis and decided it was easier to allow Jase to remain on the outside.
The situation builds to a crescendo of me being a designated driver for Jase's work, an hour north of our house based in Newcastle. I gained full-time work (although still minimum wage) an hour south of home. Strain on our relationship and stupid decisions led to a climatic change - Jase leaving his job so we could live on the Central Coast... before only months later, needing to start dialysis back in Newcastle.
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