Here is my light up flower bouquet. It is so pretty, isn’t it?
There are a couple of bad things hangs happening at the moment.
1. I’ve been been been feeling very confused and Dad decides it’s the cyclizine: so I’ve been reducing that and now, finally, stopped it. I already feel less unsteady.
2. My tummy is swollen but I have to wait for about ten days to drain it as afterwards the needle could puncture one or more of my organs.
Wake up at 7am and have breakfast. Fall back to sleep 😴 . Wake up at 8am and prepare for Personal Training. Work hard and teacher is pleased with self.
Asters.
Yesterday have trees pruned in pruned, including the eucalyptus:
My wild lion is in here: looking after me. The panther is some space away in the wardrobe. He is is scared of Fluffball.
Wake up at 7am and have breakfast. Don’t go back to sleep 😴. Go back to bed but finish the Ian Rankin and start the sequel. To TheThursday MurderClub. It’s great: funny and original. Cast mainly from the original. It’s called The Man Who Died Twice. Urge you to read it.
Strength is great: I recommend this class as well. It’s just 30 minutes and we cover every part of the body. Time flies,
Speak to my psychiatrist who agrees with all of us and so I’m going to continue phasing out the cyclizine. He is pleased with me.
Have lunch, meditate and sleep.
After sleep: wake up . The panther is lying on top of the bed. I cry.
“I just want a normal life,” I say.
“,You’ll never be normal,” the panther says.
On my duvet, I see my Fluffy. He makes me happy. The panther will make me happy.
Wake up early and then go back to sleep. Arrange my alarm clock to wake me up again in time for Pilates. It’s a tough class today but it sets me up for the day.
Set of to Hannah’s to meet her rabbit Willow. He is a gorgeous person with very soft fur:
The panther seems to be confused as to why we are meeting a prey animal.
“Yum,” the panther says gazing at the rabbit.
“Friend, not food,” I say. He looks at me as if I’m an imbecile.
We need make it home at 1pm as I have to sleep.
Part from Hannah with hope that we’ll see each other again soon.
At home: have a good sleep until Mum’s bridge partner visits us.
We sit in the garden until about 6pm.
Now I’m back in bed after a full day and feel cheered up.
*1967. By PG Wodehouse. Collection of Jeeves short series.
Wake up absolutely exhausted at 7am. Have breakfast and then return to sleep about 9.30am.
It’s Personal Training and I work So Hard. The panther watches me from my bed.
“Your tummy is so bloated” he says.
“It’s just the constipation,” I say, trying to get op to 20 skull-crushers.
It’s tough but I can do it, I say to myself.
“You can’t really do it,” the panther says.
“So I will get better,” I say.
“You’re deluded then,” the panther says.
I close my ears. I’ve always had to engage with the panther, but actually I can just ignore him.
After Personal Training, Dad takes me to the doctors’ surgery for my flu injection 💉: there’s nobody there. The nurse has to inject it into my leg so I have to go inside. Now: six hours later, my leg is very sore.
Come home, have lunch, meditate and sleep 😴:
Wake up and have my snack in the garden with Mum. Then we go in for my bath 🛁 and supper.
When I arrive in my bedroom, there is someone on my windowsill:
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