The never-ending story… Yesterday my pain was bearable, but today it is excruciating again.
I am taking my meds and not doing much, but it is frustrating.
Only one of my colleagues at work (there are 11) got in touch and asked if I was better. Reminds me of the fact that I am not missed.
The morale is getting lower. What can I say? I am used to talking with people all day long, even if they are toddlers and small children; these days, I haven’t spoken to anyone. And do you want to know what else I am missing?! With the kids at work, there has to be a professional distance, and yet there is a lot of cuddling and comforting and physical connection. That is something I miss. Having a kid on my lap and telling stories or doing silly things.
What else… These last days there was a lot of traffic on this blog. I like that a lot. Probably because I also wrote a lot, I am not sure.
Today is the 11th anniversary of my mother-in-law’s passing. She is missed all the time — a lot.
And now, I will try and find a song to share.
Thank you for everything.