Cerulean
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Well - when work pay for things to be done, they certainly splash out...I had a massive room with Molton Brown goodies - there was a wine list (!) damnit!
As I went to one of the best chappies in the world there is no bruising, I just have a slightly square face and I got all the morphine based goodies I desired!
It was so nice just casually saying to the nurse that I was about 10 stone and even nicer watching my BP sitting at a textbook 110 over 70. They practically insisted on feeding me - and I have to confess I have ditched LL yesterday and today - now is me time. I want to look after myself - I never do - I spend far too much time doing things by the book - we all know I will do management to the letter because I want to write the book and experience the whole process perfectly and I love my size 8 jeans too much to let these days of indulgence go to my head. I know that I am self-medicating in a way, but I don't want or require company - talking out loud is a chore and occasionally painful and going through LL has made me terrible company as it's been a very solitary process for me and I haven't the energy or physical capacity to do anything else diversionary - so yes - I hold my hands up and say that I am treating myself with kiddie comfort food to get myself back to normal. This is not business as usual - this is my adult having a chat with my soft (which one is that - I never normally get that one in TA? nurturing? how odd - I usually only get critical!) parent and children and figuring out that I need to relax my brain - not be so keyed up about perfection, especially at a vulnerable time. So adult has said we can be a nice happy family whilst I get through today and then monitor what I want to do tomorrow and renegotiate my steps back up to the wagon in a clm, sensible manner. Adult has made all parties agree that size 8 jeans are the benchmark - anything that stops them doing up needs to be corrected immediately - even rebellious child is happy with that arrangement
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