Despite the libel…

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I am so happy to be free of someone else’s dream to make money by micromanaging a group of over 2000 people and growing. It means he gets reads which is how income is earned.

So his long, dense articles get read on average by approx 2000 people. About seven minutes long. That’s huge amounts of money. If I read, I skimmed. There was rarely anything new except commands to do this or the other.

I was publishing elsewhere too. Now I’ve started my own publication. It’s for expert information articles and poetry.

My stats are up since being free of that group. They are similar to before I was included. I am earning more again which seems odd.

Some other libel arrived nextdoor last week from the woman who trespassed in my home twice, was vile about my sister’s death when she was drunk, and cold when Mike appeared in my bedroom at 3am. No concern for me at all.

Nextdoor are angry at Ms Woodhouse and her lies. Her handwriting was immediately recognised. Toxic person.

I’ve had to cut out another friend who contradicted a statement she made, as is her wont, and hurt me terribly by defending unacceptable behaviour by my ex-husband. I was speechless. But spoke to her about it, only to have her say she couldn’t remember what she said.

So out with the old and in with the new. I have a much better friend just round the corner. She appreciates me and is kind and caring.

I am recovered from the food poisoning. It was ghastly. At first I thought I was about to die and then I was afraid I would not.

Once all the violence is over, the relief is huge.

I am drinking more than eating and that’s ok. My daughter made two pizzas for me last night and some laundry for me.

I need to sleep . My garden is lovely, I adore it.

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I had food poisoning…

My queasiness turned into violent vomiting which unnerved me. Once that was over I seemed to feel myself again. I drank lots, with a rehydration tablet dissolved in it and went to bed.

But I awoke in a discombobulated state. I drank loads more water and ate some protein.

I checked in with my GP, not just about the food poisoning but another issue too. He told me I would need several days to recover fully.

I brought up the issue of linking with the hospice and became very weepy. It’s so emotive.

He suggested I might see a neurologist locally. I’ve already seen him. An excellent doctor, but an appalling bedside manner, and lack of awareness.

I don’t want to be poked and prodded again. I’ve been an experiment too much already. I want peace.

I love my life. I love my home. I love where I live. I’m just tired of forgetting where I put things and the energy it takes to do everything.

If only I could breathe without effort.

Mark, my GP, our children went to school together, so we address each other by first names, says we need to talk face to face so it has to wait until lockdown is over.

This is when I want a hand to hold in the night. My ex-husband would hold my hand in night if I slipped mine into his. No words. The same with Michael. I had a long relationship after I divorced my husband, and we touched as we slept too.

I have two heroes today. Mainly my daughter.

The vitriol on medium goes on. Callum Brown also made a complaint but about far more than I did.