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I can’t be ill. I don’t have enough time to be ill. I’ve got too much to do.
For two days running, I’ve woken up with the Sahara desert in my throat and now I feel blurgh all over.
I’m going on holiday in less than a week.
I CAN’T BE ILL.
Mum and I went to her consultancy follow-up today. We waited for an hour and a half to be seen. The doctor told my mum that they couldn’t find anything wrong with her. He looked quite pleased. My mum didn’t punch the doctor. I’m very proud of her.
She now has something else to try and
we’ve she’s got to go back in three more months. Ugh. Western medicine. The person is a whole, not something made up of individual parts.
And none of that was done in the queue – too many people make me shy and I can’t knit in public!
Thank you for the identification of the crochet stitches I may or may not have used. To be fair to myself, I was shaking, petrified and experiencing horrendous turbulance on my first ever flight. So I can be forgiven for not remembering exactly what I produced!
Right, I’m off to stuck on a throat pastille and knit like fury. 3 days to go …