Then there’s the problem of what to say. I’m tired of saying ‘I’m tired’.
It bores me so it must bore everyone else.
I’m tired of saying they’re still poorly. But they are still poorly and
that’s a good thing because the only alternative is they’re dead. For both of
them there’s no ‘getting better.’ But they’re both as well as can be hoped for at the moment. In fact
my sister is doing way better than anyone expected. According to our GP’s
prediction she should be dead now, instead she’s going shopping for the day.
Nothing stops her shopping!
And me? I’m feeling a bit isolated and cut off from the word. I’m tired and…. Tired of waiting for something to happen. That sounds awful and makes me feel awful for thinking it but, at New Year, I’d expected the worst by now and nothing much has happened. I’m feeling a bit of a fraud. I’m not sure if that’s the right word. I’m extremely, tremendously pleased that they are both okay but I feel a fraud for making such a fuss. Or maybe for being melodramatic.
And me? I’m feeling a bit isolated and cut off from the word. I’m tired and…. Tired of waiting for something to happen. That sounds awful and makes me feel awful for thinking it but, at New Year, I’d expected the worst by now and nothing much has happened. I’m feeling a bit of a fraud. I’m not sure if that’s the right word. I’m extremely, tremendously pleased that they are both okay but I feel a fraud for making such a fuss. Or maybe for being melodramatic.
Hey ho.
My darling editor lost her husband to cancer very recently. He had been
ill for years and I don’t know how she did it. How she kept going and kept
cheerful. Sue, honey, you have my upmost respect, you really do.