No news from the hospital, thus no real post!
Waiting makes me increasingly nervous; know I shouldn’t be but can’t help it. The “WHY ME” question keeps raising its ugly head in my mind. Of course, there is no answer to it and no cure, except for maybe a course of the faboulous FUKITOL (r)
Need to do something with my days, so I called up my solicitor to draft my will. Do I really have to deal with this crap now!
Milena’s not feeling too well either, I’m not a great help, of course.