If I am relatively distracted, I am fine. When I'm not, something is always wrong. My new one is this: I recently found a fair size dent in my skull at the crown, probably where my back fontanelle was as a baby or i've cracked my head. But now, being me, I am convinced it is spreading, I have soft spots and my head is caving in. Lee presses it nearly every day when I panic and says it is solid. Mega freaks me out.
Got loads of work to do today. No time to piss about when it comes to all this work! Might do my notes in front of 'Dear John' and 'Brigadoon' though in bed. Typical Sunday afternoon!
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