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I am sure I've never endured such a long week. When I am on holiday they definitely don't last this long! Why's that then?
Then after Monday's laparoscopy, it'll be the next WAIT for the biopsy results. The uncertainty is doing my head in. I am incapable of rational thought. I can't DO anything. And the things I do get done are very slipshod; it's as if all I am actually capable of is waiting. That's ridiculous. But all the same, it's true. I feel like my head is full of mayhem. I have taken to reading a lot. Trying to accomplish something, even if it's just finishing a book. And not thinking too much. But thinking a LOT.
My feet are always freezing because I still can't wear shoes. I need to clean the house and go grocery shopping. But I am worried about catching a cold from some germy tyke whilst I am about it. Perhaps I should wear one of those white mask things? That would go down well at the supermarket heh heh. Or an oxygen tank. A diving suit!
Perhaps I'll just sit in front of the washing machine and watch the clothes going around – at least THEY will be doing something! Maybe whilst wearing the diving suit. What am I even doing up? I should have stayed in bed.