The storm affected my internet which is weird. I went to the nearest cafe on the quay. It’s also my favourite. As soon as I left my garden my phone started pinging and bleeping as the sheltered housing out there has wifi.
It is so cold. I have kept the phone number in case it happens again. I can’t go out in weather like that again.
I have recovered from last week now, but feel concerned about my health generally.
I now feel fully recovered from my respiratory problems which needed such radical inventervention. I had a bad night sleepwise, but slept on and off all day and now feel on top of things. It’s been a while.
I am hungry for the first time in ages. I don’t feel I’m struggling to concentrate or do what I want to do.
My heart is lighter becausemy daughter is no longer with her boyfriend. He is her ex boyfriend. I knew he wasn’t right for her since i first saw him.
A mother knows these things. Of course I care about her feelings, but this is good.
I am grateful to those people from all over the world who visit my blog every day. I may not get many wordpressers anymore, but I’m amazed atmy global following.
This week has been quite strange. I had arranged to replace my boiler, and they arrived at 8am some days ago. I was still taking the steroids, whichis irrelevent.
They seemed to come in and out quite a bit. After five hours it was done and they left, leaving me the instructions.
When I went into the bathroom, I was a bit shocked at the mess they’d left. That evening, just after 11pm, I got a phone call from the police. I protested the time, and it was because a neighbour had noticed my front door had been open. Was I ok?
I replied that if a neighbour is concerned, they can come and enquire.
The next day I realised the small top windowin the bathroom was wide open. Too far open for me to reach. No wonder I had felt so cold! Eventually, a neighbour came and closed it.
I have continued to rest and sleep a lot.
I am much recovered. My cousin phoned today as she does every week.
I thought I had more to say, but now I can’t think of anything more.
I’m grateful to Susi Bocks for showcasing some of my poetry on her blog.
I am no longer exhausted from the respiratory tests I had done. I do feel like I did 100 tummy crunches though. There’s a mild ache in my diaphragm area.
I’ve been supporting some friends of mine who are about to have a baby. She started labour on Friday evening, and progression has been painfully slow. She is exhausted from contractions which are very mild and too far apart. They have visited the Maternity Unit daily since Friday to get pain relief but it doesn’t last for long. I am hoping she will be induced tomorrow, otherwise she will be too exhausted for labour.
My daughter crept into my house this morning and left toilet tissue on the landing. I was so disappointed that she hadn’t let me know she was here as the sleep breathing test I did needs to be returned before 5pm tomorrow. I messaged her and she said she would pick it up. Except she didn’t.
I have had to ask a friend to take it for me. I am devastated. I cannot rely on my own daughter.
I cannot describe how I feel.
Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 
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