The Quiet American

Meeting with the Americans went ok, and the boy is far less mouthy in real life than he is online/on the phone. I like that.
And it turns out that I have rather a lot in common with his mother -- we share strangely similar backgrounds -- which may make us similar I guess, which may explain why our offspring get on so alarmingly well.

Tomorrow morning they fly back to Italy, so I have said that I will front up at the train station so number two daughter can do the farewell thing.
I shall expect plenty of waterworks and OTT drama -- from both of them.

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In other news, number one daughter went to see my mother, and the woman is practically delusional.
For the first time in my life (and she has pushed me so, so far before, but I have never felt like this), I wanted to say that I no longer had a mother.

She has made up one too many lies about the things I have apparently said and done, and she believes every word of it. And what's more she repeats it to anyone who will listen (including my children) as if it's the truth.
It is beyond the pail.

I had a lie down and stared at the ceiling instead.

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The effects of changing my meds are becoming apparent.

It feels like shrugging off a heavy winter blanket, and shaking myself free.

It feels good.

My rash has gone, and the jittery feeling has calmed down a bit. I am a bit wound up. I have to wait and see if I can hang on to my temper. Coping without anything for stress at the moment is a little tricky, but my schedule doesn't often allow for a six hour coma.

Still a long way to go, but we're getting there, I hope.