I'm sure there are a few single folks out there, both old and young alike, as well as those of us in the middle somewhere. I'm also sure, that everyone is single for very different reasons to one another that cover the full spectrum of emotions and circumstances. I'm also sure, that we're all bombarded every single day with images and messages that tell us that being alone is wrong, and that we need another person there…
Of crawling up the stairs to the loo.
Doing your business.
Wiping.
Finding blood.
Then having no idea if it is coming from your urethra or your vagina - or heck, maybe both just to be extra special. Both are possible at the moment, neither should be happening, one I'm on tablets to stop happening.
How ridiculous!
By no stretch of the imagination can I be called a clean freak. Before I got cancer, some/all of my house constantly looked like a bomb had hit it - but I knew where everything was if I needed it. The living room would get a clean down if I knew people were coming, and the kitchen would be fully gutted if I needed to bake for anything. But other than that, things just ticked over and were cleaned as and when it bugged…
Bleugh!
That's quite an accurate description of me right now I think.
So after that really busy week in the theatre, I had to try and take it easy and recover a bit. So Sunday and Monday were spent doing nothing at all. However, The overwhelming tiredness is back again, and I'm having naps during the day that I thought I was rid of, and when I wake in the morning it feels like someone has sneakily filled my veins…
So, I think my last chatty blog post was about London. Well, since then I've been to Paris for a weekend, headed South for a week to a wedding, and then flown off to Munich for a week for Oktoberfest!!
Paris was a 20-something bday present from my aunt that I'd not managed to take up until now. Either with my work, or treatment,or her schedule - something always got in the way. But I finally made it over for a hectic…
