Post 232: I want to do more — but I can’t.
Last night’s bed-rest was the lousiest I’ve had in ages—pain between a 6 and a 9, and comfort stuck at a solid 9.
These aren’t scales I usually think in, but the last ti...
Post 231: I’m so easily frustrated; but the Christmas tree is up.
Yesterday I must have expended more energy than I thought by way of the meeting and a meal out, because I have a tired frustration — also I have a gut-feeling that’s...
Post 230: I made a great decision — for me.
There’s a really quick answer to the question about how the meeting went, and that is: I’ll have three months off for good behaviour thanks, goodbye.
I’ve chosen not to have any tr...
Post 229: The last post or the last bus; either way .
I went straight to sleep two hours ago, and when I woke just now I really thought it was morning — but it’s not quite midnight.
I have a way to go yet, so I’ll try and write a l...
Post 228: Struggling to be me.
I could hear fear in my Darling’s voice this afternoon, and I knew I could help her get back to herself after tiredness and worry had taken her far away.
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This meeting on Thursday is the bi...
