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smokingbootIn the end, I did cry. The meeting went well, the rest of the day was OK, and I had my bawl when I was in bed. By that time, it felt hysterical, not because anything was so grievous, but...
Well, I don't know what it was. Maybe the longer it stays in, the crazier it behaves when it leaves.
I am all right now, though part of me is still wandering that beach. It's long, you can just keep going and going. By the time you get back round to the house of the man with the lemonade, you'll be more than old.
But it's worth it for the sound of the sea and the birds.
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Dragging myself here, and it really is a drag. I have physio today, but the sense of tiredness and the pain of the ankle is really preying on me, I think I must cancel. On the other hand, walking always feels good. It is the bit after that makes it hurt, and right now it hurts a lot. For some reason, the heel has been exceptionally bad over the last couple of days. I guess the combo of roaming the Fringe, then Anglesey, might have contributed to it, but it's been days, weeks since.The physio wanted me to be very careful lest I rupture it. But how do I not rupture it? Sitting here saves the foot but harms the head!
This perhaps explains my lack of ability to deal with the news yesterday, which, while upsetting,is no great shakes in the great scheme of things.
The answer is to take my thoughts elsewhere now, and go anyway. But this is nonsense really. I am exhausted. I can't do it.
OK, more tea, more time. I just need to wake up.
Well, I don't know what it was. Maybe the longer it stays in, the crazier it behaves when it leaves.
I am all right now, though part of me is still wandering that beach. It's long, you can just keep going and going. By the time you get back round to the house of the man with the lemonade, you'll be more than old.
But it's worth it for the sound of the sea and the birds.
***
Dragging myself here, and it really is a drag. I have physio today, but the sense of tiredness and the pain of the ankle is really preying on me, I think I must cancel. On the other hand, walking always feels good. It is the bit after that makes it hurt, and right now it hurts a lot. For some reason, the heel has been exceptionally bad over the last couple of days. I guess the combo of roaming the Fringe, then Anglesey, might have contributed to it, but it's been days, weeks since.The physio wanted me to be very careful lest I rupture it. But how do I not rupture it? Sitting here saves the foot but harms the head!
This perhaps explains my lack of ability to deal with the news yesterday, which, while upsetting,is no great shakes in the great scheme of things.
The answer is to take my thoughts elsewhere now, and go anyway. But this is nonsense really. I am exhausted. I can't do it.
OK, more tea, more time. I just need to wake up.
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