I went to the doctor and I didn’t hear what I wanted to hear. I need to go again for further examinations. I’m terrified. I hate waiting and I hate not knowing. I hate being alone here and I hate having to ask someone to drive me to the specialist next week. I was hating my Monday very much so I went to sleep really early. I had no idea that I could hate Tuesday almost twice as much. I had to clean and tidy up but I couldn’t do it. At 6.20pm I said to my kids: “I can’t deal with this day anymore, I’m going to bed”. Sometimes I really wonder who’s the parent in this house.
Anyway, something strange and kind of funny happened. One of those things that “could only happen to me”.
I woke up yesterday and found this e-mail:
I read it a few…
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