Since I came back from Southampton, I feel subdued. A bit sad. To go all that way for such a tiny reason has disappointed me so much.
I keep being asked if I fall asleep. No, I don’t because of my neurological disease. It seems that consultants find it hard to look past their specialism.
A friend came over, and we sat by the birch tree. Birds were to and fro. Quite bold.
It was pleasant, but after she left I knew I needed to get some food in the house. But I watered the garden instead.
I don’t fall asleep but my spelling is now rubbish, I forget my next sentence, and I type the same word twice. I catch all of these (I think), but am frightened by it.
I have done very little today. I don’t really want to do anything. I want to sleep and never stop.