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Just an update to let you know I am still alive and still waiting for admission.
It's two weeks tomorrow since the official paperwork went through and have heard nothing yet. I'm in a holding pattern and hating it.
I'm in touch with Limey and DanaC and I do drop by here to read.
Sorry to other people I am genuinely close to, I just can't face saying the same thing over and over, and I don't always have the opportunity to express here how I am feeling.
I can only do so when I'm out, which means it's a good day. Then I compose posts which are bright and breezy, but don't fully reflect my life.
Or I try to describe my life in its various aspects and that brings the clouds down on a day I'd felt capable of brushing my teeth.
So my attempts are usually deleted.
My jaundice is on and off, but there's no point in going back to hospital; I know why and once the hospital did they patched me up and released me into the wild last time.
So it's better to stay at home and watch the post and hope my admission date comes through.
And wait for various appointments with benefits agencies to come through for me to take buses I can't afford.
And listen to Diz's wheezy breathing and know he'd be better off with someone other than me, even though in a cat way he loves the very bones of me. And has done for eight years. We've been the only given in eachother's lives that long...
Raining here today. Well it is Otley. Wish I could share the photos I have with you.
Do whatever you deem likely to bring me luck, whatever that means, to get me into treatment soon. I'm at peace right now, but if you ask the girls on the quiet they know that The Horrors don't lie far under the surface. And a word about them. Two very different people, two very different approaches. Two very caring and beautiful people.
Better go now. Have pigeon poo on me, and a fat cat at home waiting for dinner.
Hmmmm, may stick it out another half hour before filling his catgut.
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