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.