The good, the bad and the ugly.

Since my last past, there has been news.
Some good, some bad.

Good:
Number one daughter passed exams (Hurrah!), got into the college of her choice, and has made a good start, in good solid subjects. Younger childers have gone back to school and that seems to be going fine -- the highlight of number two daughter's life is that the school has installed a pasta bar for lunches.
Oh, to be 12 again.
And he who left me has said, in a round about way without really absolutely saying it but not not saying it, that he still loves me.

Bad:
I still can't walk.

*****

Its been a funny couple of weeks.

I'm off of the trazodone at the moment. I really couldn't take any more feeling sick I was so tired, and feeling like I couldn't use the top half of my brain.
It's a relief to have all my head back, but scary in a jumpy sort of way.

And apparently a sprain really is worse than a break, according to my doc. He says I could be limping like this for six months. Six months!

And today the electoral roll form dropped through the door, bearing the name of he who left me. That was a bit of a blow.

And I started therapy.