Tuesday, June 06, 2006

blah. the longer I have to go without exercise, and without being able to DO things, the more depressed I get. still have pains if I try to pick up anything heavier than a book with my right arm. today I tried to unpack some boxes of books, and therefore am now getting sharp pains in the incision area. double blah. went looking for information on whether that was normal or a sign of infection, and got sucked into reading about metastasis, survival times etc. triple blah.

even on my precious childcare days I don't seem able to shift myself into any sort of proper creative mode; hence the box-unpacking mentioned above. I ate a whole lot of cheese to celebrate my birthday, now have made myself paranoid that that will ruin my anticancer dairy-free diet efforts.

meanwhile, A is wonderful, of course, though he's developed a habit of coming into our room in the middle of the night and just standing beside the bed, breathing. it's most disconcerting. he is currently asking me "what's your name, Mummy?" over and over; rewarding me for good behaviour by saying "good boy!" and drawing lots and lots of big scary lions, which look like swirls of texta, but I'm assured are lions.

I think I've commented before, but I don't do it enough. I check in often, and think of you, too. Just wanted to let you know.
A. sounds adorable! They have so much to learn, don't they? He knows you are called "Mummy" but also that you have another name.
A real name...just like everyone else!
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