There is something significant about today’s blog. The significance being that it’s related to that terrible day, see my last post – ‘A job to be had’. Anyway, this blog and ‘that’ blog are very much related.
You see, this morning I got up and went for a jog – this is the first jog since that terrible day.
Why? It’s very apparent that on that terrible day I was clearly out of sorts because of several factors: adoption and medical test results. Since then I’ve done nothing other than eat, drink and worry about the worst case scenarios such as suffering, deformities (go figure) and of course my impending death (which BTW isn’t going to happen that’s just my overactive mind).
My worries were at their worst in the first week when I just sat on the lounge like a beached whale, watched telly and drank oodles of wine (good stuff mind you). Second week I was away with my daughter and grand kids which cheered my up somewhat. The third week I attended a wedding in Coffs Harbour which turned out to be the medicine I needed to get over myself. It’s taken a few days to actually get going since returning from Coffs but I started a new job this week, so give me a break.
Regarding my medical issues, which are still ongoing and inconclusive: anyway it seems Kristy is more concerned about it. However, I’m not too concerned at the moment but watch this space things can easily take a turn for the worse.