Somewhat low…

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.

A lot of you visited, only one clicked ‘like’. Merry Christmas…

Please click ‘like’ when you visit me. It means a lot.

Today is Christmas and my birthday. My wonderful daughter was here from Oxford.

It was so great to see her, to be in her presence. It’s been a bittersweet day, as she’s told me a lot of mistakes I made. It was painful for me.

No mother is perfect, and we all want to protect our children from hurt. I never set out to hurt my daughter.

It’s a minefield out there.

I’ve been wheezy most of the day.

I wonder why I wasted my health on the people I did. Especially my ex-husband. He has become the most difficult person in my life. We were friends for a long time but now that my health is poor, he stays away and couldn’t care less.

I pity him. He thinks his perceptions are truth. In fact, he’s never put any belief in me but makes it up as he goes along.