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Ghost Writer
2021-09-13 08:45:43 (UTC)

Day Three.

Nearly 72 hours since my last cigarette. Wow. Although I can't do this alone, I don't feel alone even though I am the only human who lives here with two cats. I don't feel alone. Taking things carefully right now.

Got two of the three sections of my gardens done over the weekend. Now I have severe muscle fatigue pain. Filled up the weed bin twice. One more section of garden along the front door side of my unit and I'm done.

Always good to have plenty of good shows and movies to watch.

Slowing down now with gaming.
Not easy.

I seem to be tired today.

I have a culposcopy appointment that I am waiting on. Pre~cancer cells does not necessarily mean cancer.. one more round of tests before the end of the year...HOPEFULLY...

I'm glad that I remembered to get two packets of herbal tea last shop. There's always something to get every week that I run out of. This week, it's dish detergent, toilet paper and paper towels. Some household items last for weeks and months, some is weekly restocking.

The several hours of weekend gardening have dried my skin on my hands.

I've eaten some good healthy food over the weekend too. Ordinary things but to me they're incredibly significant.

Still need to have a shower, wash and condition my hair, shave legs.

Still haven't folded the small neat mountain of dry clean laundry. Still haven't put my bed back together. The mattresses are spread out across the floor side by side and wrapped as one huge bed. I need to stack the mattresses on top of each other and go back to using a single bed again. Both these jobs are huge. And there's vacuuming, the bathroom to clean, windows and the fridge to clean.
Overwhelming. I'm not depressed. The meds are working but making my heart palpitate sometimes and increasing anxiety in places throughout the day.

Trying to be still is impossible at times. By Wednesday I need to be up and moving. In pain. It's not too bad.

Cats are wonderful company.




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