Not a Job

I was on holiday. Then I was a proper A&E Emergency after which, everything else became largely academic. Of the eight days scheduled to relax, one and a bit were without major incident. This is not optimal. I’m also nowhere near well yet: prescribed drug courses all end on the day I was admitted (Friday) with the maths required to ensure everything is taken at the right time already painful to process.

Nothing else matters now except clean underwear and getting better. When both exist in sufficient quantity, I’ll be with you.

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  1. I’m so sorry to see this, and sorry that we are no longer connected on Twitter. I do hope you are well!

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