Back on steroids…

Today I decided I cannot go on like this. I must have used all the antibiotics in the house, so have started a course of steroids. My doctor is calling me tomorrow, so I can get antibiotics then.

My new boiler went on the blink last night. They wouldn’t send anyone out, so I went to bed with a hotwater bottle, fully dressed, and tried to keep warm. No one came until after 2pm. I have expressed my disappointment. They have yet to install the timed thermostat.

I have a couple of goals for my writing. I hope I see them through. I haven’t written for two days, apart from here.

I got a gift through Amazon today. It was from Michaela. That’s how Mike’s former girlfriend listed him on her phone…

I have a small gardening project later this week. A friend is coming to help. It will be cold, but it will lift my spirits.

I’m not down,just tired of being unwell. I hope I can clear this infection. In winter, the cold and central heating do not help me.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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