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Something very strange is going on around here, but I am not questioning it yet, just going with the flow…
I was a pretty miserable person at the beginning of the week. I hated everything, including me. Everything felt like a waste of time, for I felt so ill, I didn’t see the point in doing anything. I ended up going through the motions, mainly for appearance sake, but inside, it all felt wrong.
I had an optician appointment on Tuesday, to see if they could shed a light on my failing eyesight, and possibly connected earache. After some intensive tests, the news made my mood even worse. My eyes were not working together, and the optician, bless her, couldn’t make them behave, so I have been referred to the hospital for further tests. At this point, my imagination went wild.
I covered everything from cancer in the offending eye, to a brain tumour, and saw myself struggling with an eye patch and not being able to see or write properly ever again. I was given artificial tears to use, as my eyes were also very dry.
On Wednesday, number one son took me shopping, as my online efforts had missed a few things. It was utter pandemonium in Tesco Extra, a huge supermarket I rarely go to, but we sailed around and ended up in the cafe having hot chocolate. I will do almost anything for a hot choccy, so I was well happy.
Yesterday, I noticed that I could see a little better, and more to the point, I felt a little better. The pain in my back was less and my head was clearer. I didn’t need to count the minutes until the next painkillers either. I didn’t question this, or pray that it lasted. I didn’t know it then, but I was slowly sliding into the twilight zone.
Which is where I find myself this morning. I will switch off my PC in a minute, and spend the afternoon at my writing desk. My head is brimming over with inspiration and I don’t want lose a minute of it.
All being well, I should be around later, as I have had some wonderful thoughts about Detective David Snow and his latest story, Swan Song…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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