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It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Tuesday, 31 August 2021

Made of panic

Yesterday I went to the pharmacy, it was my first time outside since lockdown started.

Today I was called in for last minute blood tests they they had forgot to tell me about earlier.

I am somewhat packed.  My flat is not remotely ready to have someme convalesce in it.

I should be more practical and achieving of stuff but instead I watch too much TVNZ On Demand.

I shaved and my face rebelled.  It is too hideous even for me to post pictures of it - and usually I have little shame about looking awful.

Life.

It happens.

Until it doesn't.


I guess at my age they won't bring up the option of a DNR.


Anyway, the nil by mouth is about to begin.

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