The 26th & 27th; I think my body's just being pathetic.
The 26th of June. Woke up with a still broken lower half, so I've tried to move more today to stop myself seizing up so much. I'd got half-dressed and so was still in pyjama shorts when Kate came to flush my line, and she brought a student with her. I do love being an opportunity for learning.
This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see the Minions movie. It was kind of disappointing. As much fun as all the gibberish is, I just didn't find it as clever as the Despicable Me's, and there was no Agnes and she is my favourite. The younger members of the audience seemed to enjoy it a lot though. I took the new chair and negotiated lifts and didn't hit anything! Most pleasing.
Came home to the good news that the U.S. Supreme Court has ruled that all the states have to allow gay marriage, and the horrific news of the terror attacks across the world. Such polar opposites.
The 27th of June.
I have had a day off not doing very much at all. I got up about half nine but didn't really want to. Mommy suspects anaemia again but I think my body's just being pathetic. I keep getting a really dry mouth overnight and I think it's because I'm still on furosemide, but I can't come off it because my right leg is still too big. On Monday I'm texting Igor.
I spent my morning reading the paper, and being rubbish at the puzzles. Then a fairly leisurely afternoon of sewing up Mandy's bear and finishing off season 3 of Dexter, then painting my nails.
I heard news of another one of the Alton Towers girls having her leg amputated. I feel a bit bad for the two of them, because it will change their lives to a degree, but frankly, not that much. To be honest, I'd rather have lost a leg than the full function of my lungs. They'll have some rehab, then what will it stop them doing? Nothing. They'll get loads of compensation to buy a fancy prosthetic leg and probably pay for some counselling. They'll be fine.
I'm not bitter, not bitter at all.