Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

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Yesterday wasn’t the best day of the week for me. The only high spot was the large hot chocolate I was treated to when we left the hospital!

My appointment was early, 9.30, but the long walk from the car park proved too much for my still waking up legs. I slowed down considerably, and I was barely moving by the time I reached the lift to take me up to the x-ray department.

Despite my snail’s pace, or probably because of it, I love finding things to make me smile, and the minute we walked into the waiting room, it was all I could do not to laugh. All the chairs were child-sized, and I wondered if I could get out of it once I parked on one.

Luckily, my number one son, my companion that day, was pretty strong, so I knew I had help and didn’t need to worry. Always supposing he could get out of his chair first.

The test was very civilised. I had to stand on this small platform and hold the hand grip while drinking mouthfuls of gooey white stuff. Then, the platform I was standing on went through a series of motions, slowly lying me down, then up again while finishing the liquid.

I thought the test was over once I was upright again, but someone shoved a marshmallow covered in more goo into my mouth. I had to chew it thoroughly and then try to swallow it. This was another funny moment for me as I imagined the scene in the room. Three technicians twiddling their thumbs while I took forever to chew the marshmallow. Visions of a cow chewing the cud nearly had me choking on it!

There was much discussion going on as they studied the machines, but nothing I could make any sense of, so there were no clues as to what they were looking at.

I would have to wait up to two weeks for the results to reach my doctor, and you know how I love waiting!

I was going to catch up on the computer when I got home, but I was so tired I didn’t get as far as the office. Although, I have been thinking about the story lately, probably because I am close to finishing it. One of my characters worries me; I don’t think she is good enough.

The story is about two sisters, sisters who have hated one another for years and recently been united because of a family disaster. Their relationship should be full of fire and forgiveness. But they are two people who cannot agree or forgive each other for past mistakes.

One of the sisters was easy, a patient soul who reminds me of myself. It’s the other sister I find lacking. Somehow, she has no spark and will probably need an edit of her own.

But first, I must write those immortal words: The End…

I must finish the book today, so I can move on!