Despite the shocks of the day before, I slept very well. So well, I didn’t want to get up. Finally, I was awake by 10.30. I didn’t feel up to rejoining the world though, so stayed in bed. I assumed I’d pick up and feel better and get up later. Nope. No such luck. A bit teary and down, I curled back up under the covers and stayed there. Later, I got a message from R. No reply necessary. K got in touch several times, despite being worried about the CT scan she was having later, little sweetheart.
Finally, finally, after spending most of the day asleep or reading, I managed to get up by 3.30pm. I had to really. The night before, I’d told S that I’d go to see her the next day.
S spent the evening cheering me up, with a degree of success. Not great, but an improvement on my previous mood. Thanks S.
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