This week has been one of the worst times ever, and I have been literally shrinking away from writing anything, even a post, as I’m sure you don’t need any more depressing.
I know I don’t, and I’m drowning in it!
So hard to keep hoping for a miracle…
To keep cheerful when you feel like screaming.
There has been no news from the hospital about Anita’s MRI, and she has been noticeably down this week. I have practically turned myself inside out trying to cheer her up, to no avail. All I have managed to do is make her grumpier than ever!
I have tried to find out about the delay, but the lack of positivity has only deepened our depression. It almost feels as though Anita has been forgotten.
I have also discovered that stress is no friend to arthritis. Something my knees have been proving as they hurt more every day. I cannot concentrate at all, so the WIP is no further along.
The world (and the handcart it occupies) has slid down even further in my estimation. Whoever said that life couldn’t get any worse must be kicking themselves to death right now. Going to the shops has become a nightmare. And I hate wearing a mask!
So if anyone out there knows how to survive these bad times, do let us know, cos were a bit desperate!
Just to prove that all us not lost, stolen, or completely ruined; I want to finish this post on a better note.
Just when depression was biting hard, I was sitting at my writing desk (twiddling my thumbs and hoping for some inspiration) and looking out the window. The view is not great, just our backyard and the shelves with my bonsai. If I close one eye and squint, I can just about see the end of the garden from here and love to watch the trees moving in the wind.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something moving among my bonsai. Two birds, Mr and Mrs Sparrow were visiting every small tree, darting about in obvious enjoyment.
I wondered what they thought of my tiny forest. They must have liked it, for they came back again this morning.
Something to look forward to at last!