Page 347 - Under the Cover of Darkness
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today is a bit of house work n finished a drawing. I need
to get back to full productivity a.s.a.p. but in the
meantime I need to find a way to accept it when I’m
not.........and that’s something I’ve never managed in 40
years...keep trying......
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! It’s soooo frustrating being too
weak to go out. I feel like a prisoner in my own body
sometimes. I miss all my mates in the pub! I will gradually
build my strength back up.......
9 February 2015
Anxiety! General feeling of impending doom and that
vague sense of having forgotten something important!
God get a grip Ona!
10 February 2015
My Mom, in her infinite wisdom decided to give me a
wind up egg timer (having heard about me cremating last
night’s jacket potatoes into sort of black cannon balls)
but for some unknown reason she decided to wind it up
(?!) before I walked home with it ticking audibly from
inside the only bag I had available to me - a bright yellow
medication bag marked HAZARD! Not only did it look
and sound like I was carrying a bomb down the street but
I also alerted all my neighbours when the sodding alarm
went off just as I got to my front door.
10 February 2015
As if I don’t feel hideously unattractive enough being bald,
over weight and constantly running eyes n nose from the
chemo they’ve now told me I’ll have a drainage tube
