One of my more difficult days...

I don't know whether it was the fact I hadn't slept well, the fact I was being jerked around by the Psych people or the fact that it all hit me at once about how I had been taking things and not having anywhere where I could just get some REST, but today, I just lost it. I got angry. I got upset. I allowed myself to feel how I had been for a while.

It's hard sometimes when your bouncing from one bug to the next and not having anywhere to just rest for a while and recuperate. After JP called, I just wanted to go back to sleep, but no that wasn't to be, the jerk next door decided that he wanted his music so loud that it rattled the guinea pig cages, upsetting them and preventing me from getting the rest I sorely needed. I am sick of this place. I am sick of having to listen to someone else's music at stupid volumes.

I got up and had a chat with my solicitor about my injury, we can go ahead and we have a claim, BUT we need to get some photos of the slab itself and measure it. We can do it and we can get some real pennies for it. So I will sort it all out and get what is owed to me as I was in so much pain with it. OK it was serendipitous as we found out I had Osteoporosis (bone thinning disease for the layman) which means that I am now on some bone protection which seems to work. I haven't broken anything but a few ribs and a crack to my knuckle, but that's about it.

I'm tired. Maybe tonight I can get some sleep as I have laid off the caffeine drinks. Here is hoping, my lungs are aching from my outburst, so it is likely that I will suffer for it tomorrow, but at 1, I have an appointment at the YMCA to meet my support worker. Someone I can talk to, confide in and get referred to some counseling and some support against my neighbor.

Loves
Wendy xx