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smokingbootSunshine and fresh air really helped today, but the physiotherapist is basically telling me not to have acupuncture anywhere near the tendon, lest a needle somehow ruptures it.
I have new exercises to do. We did them while I was there, and I'm convincingly sore.
But these things would be all right if Mum wasn't accidently leaving me phone messages where she starts by talking to me and ends up gabbling away in Spanish to the enemy in her head. I can tell because she starts by telling them how wrong and wicked they are, and it just disintegrates after that. I listen as she pauses to hear the reply that isn't, then responds to that; it's a regular little conversation.
And yes it has happened before, and yes I should be used to it, but I never will be. It does clarify why I am getting fewer texts from her though; She's on a major down cycle. I get mixed up between acute and chronic as definitions of her illness. She's had it forever so that's chronic, but she is also suddenly suffering more severe attacks, which will lessen over time, so that's acute... or something.
What it actually is, is just the trimonthly reminder I clearly need that she is very ill and it is not going away.
I don't know. I am going to cuddle up on the sofa and watch some rubbish - no, not that damned episode of Friends with Joey's proposal! Jaysus, what happened to this show? I mean, the Chandler/Monica thing was bad, but this... I would rather watch tiktok videos and those weird short reels that pepper FB.
And I am giving myself one more night, the night before R comes home, to feel sorry for myself and watch period dramas or terrible but comforting comedy.
I will be fine by the morning.
I have new exercises to do. We did them while I was there, and I'm convincingly sore.
But these things would be all right if Mum wasn't accidently leaving me phone messages where she starts by talking to me and ends up gabbling away in Spanish to the enemy in her head. I can tell because she starts by telling them how wrong and wicked they are, and it just disintegrates after that. I listen as she pauses to hear the reply that isn't, then responds to that; it's a regular little conversation.
And yes it has happened before, and yes I should be used to it, but I never will be. It does clarify why I am getting fewer texts from her though; She's on a major down cycle. I get mixed up between acute and chronic as definitions of her illness. She's had it forever so that's chronic, but she is also suddenly suffering more severe attacks, which will lessen over time, so that's acute... or something.
What it actually is, is just the trimonthly reminder I clearly need that she is very ill and it is not going away.
I don't know. I am going to cuddle up on the sofa and watch some rubbish - no, not that damned episode of Friends with Joey's proposal! Jaysus, what happened to this show? I mean, the Chandler/Monica thing was bad, but this... I would rather watch tiktok videos and those weird short reels that pepper FB.
And I am giving myself one more night, the night before R comes home, to feel sorry for myself and watch period dramas or terrible but comforting comedy.
I will be fine by the morning.
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Date: 2022-08-05 05:18 am (UTC)Thanks, feeling so much better. Nothing like a bit of Elizabethan roister-doistering to cheer me up😊