WARNING, WARNING – PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS – A VERY SELF-INDULGENT POST!
I am very tired *** sigh ***. I need immense strength just to stay upright today and I don’t seem to be able find it. Everything, even the smallest thing, is a chore. A huge ginormous hurting chore.
My two mile walk was hell. A beautiful day with beautiful views and I struggled. I struggled to see any beauty. I have given up bending down because I couldn’t get back up and that scared me so I am looking upwards now.
The island in the photo is Foula, btw, not Fair Isle, though I did once tell a gullible tourist it was Manhattan. I think it was after they had asked where Icelandic horses came from.
I even met a sheep. We scrutinised each other closely but the conversation was somewhat lacking.
I took a photo of my shadow because I thought I looked like one of The Beatles in the Yellow Submarine with my long legs.
And the similarity ends there. All I don’t need is Love. All I need is my back and legs to work again. I am very fed up. Today, I have run out of steam. I sent off my ranting email to the NHS – nothing will change and I doubt anything will be done. They (the NHS) don’t understand. Not like Klængur does.
I am sorry for the depressing post today. I think it is a result of actually writing everything down and seeing just how ridiculous my life looks from the outside.
Once the girls go back, I am going to concentrate on my pre-op diet. Like BeAnne, I only have to look at an éclair….!
Someone kick me up the arse – I’ll start looking for worms to eat next!