Four weeks to go until the next hospital visit and last night my dreams were anxiety-ridden; me, heading to the hospital, but held up by my late mother wanting to come with me but not being in the right place at the right time. A message on my answerphone from the nurse - inaudible. The time creeping on and on past the point at which I should have been at my appointment....
All this when I'm feeling well! What would I be like if I had any niggling worries!
Silence for a few days now - I'm getting away from it all for a while.
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