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| Hells_Bells |
Before I start, apologies for another sub-drop blog... I've spent the best part of my life living on my own, sleeping on my own and generally doing the single thing, which is fine by me, as I'm far too picky, need someone to put up with my incessant sarcasm and I crave intelligent conversation, along with trying not to let anyone get too close, for fear of being hurt.
Having lived with this for a fair while, it comes as a bit of a shock the overwhelming feeling of loss and general crapness that accompanies the day after having someone occupy that personal space.
While I'm here, I should write the obligatory New Year blog that I've meant to write since...well, since New Year, but I feel pyjamas, duvets and ice-cream calling me today instead. I'm plonking myself on my comfortable chair, I won't be moving today apart from to urinate and eat, but not at the same time. 
I promise myself I will not get dressed today 
*Edited to add*...but I do have a wonderfully bruised bum
Edited Tue 17 Jan 06, 1:56 PM by Hells_Bells
| 17 Jan 06, 1:43 PM QuaiGon UK(PO), 7 yrs |
Then be sure you don't break your promises. | |||
| 17 Jan 06, 2:00 PM Skinowner UK(KT), 6 yrs  |
Catheter and feeding tube might help further. | |||
| 17 Jan 06, 2:02 PM Hells_Bells UK(G), 7 yrs |
Now why didn't I think of that?! If you hate a man, walk a mile in his shoes. Then you'll be a mile away and have his shoes. | |||
| 17 Jan 06, 2:04 PM Skinowner UK(KT), 6 yrs |
Maybe because you are so not moving that even your brain cells are taking it easy! | |||
| 19 Jan 06, 1:40 AM strangeone 6 yrs |
catheters are awkward , cut a hole in your chair and stick a bucket underneath , also move the fridge next to it lmao |
