Busy week coming up -- dog sitting for brother while he flies off to Cuba, and in the middle of that, final hospital trip before my operation.
Hm.
What was that someone said about avoiding stress?
Clinic trip with son tomorrow about his hearing, number two daughter having counselling and needing to see a speach therapist, and number one daughter having blood tests and doctor's appointments galore for nasty problem that refuses to be sorted. No one is having fun at the moment, at all.
Add to that the fact we still have only half a kitchen and no paint on the walls, and it's an all round cheery place to be.
I've had to stop taking one lot of meds because the side effects were becoming unbearable, but I'm nervous being without them at the moment. My psychiatrist is in the process of writing to my GP and telling him I need more support in place ready for when number one daughter leaves home. Given how unsuportive the support was last time, I'm not optimistic.
It's now six months since I last spoke to he who left me.
I still miss him every day.
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Some days I feel like Betty Blue. Other days it's more like Betty Boop.
