That’s better. I am doing household thingos. Not my forte – well, no – not my main interest in life but I may even vacuum today. I am washing and rearranging and wondering how to do things. I really hate Hipsters. Something about them loops me out. The Grief/Pain Combo takes up about 89%of my energy and mental wherewithal. That doesn’t leave me a lot each day and there simply isn’t enough today for even simple business matters.
When did Grief and Major Illness become things deserving of Marks out of 10.
Bravo ! they say. Oh well done ! You handled that catheter removal very well indeed.
Oh no no no – you complained about the Food ! Be Grateful, Wretched Ailing One.
OH you wanted at home support following the series of major crises – Oh well you should have organised that.
Ah she was an example to us all. Not one word of complaint did she utter.
I am going to sleep again. Whether the pain is herpes related or not , don’t matter. I know how to handle that one and how to heal so its somewhere sane to begin.
REST BEYOND WHAT APPEARS TO BE SANE.
tomatoes in the food jungle.
I did the meeting and the shopping and I am glad of it. Home now. Humid with mozzie coils burning. What a summer it is.
Now I am sending photos and messages to the Rose. Waiting has paid off. And I know how to help people reclaim their lost years. She didn’t know that she chased seagulls.
ADD NOTHING. ADD NOTHING. ADD NOTHING.