Sometimes I feel like I'm slowly but surely losing the plot! We are currently travelling to Leeds for my partner to have his routine endoscopy, and the appointment/procedure letter has gone completely missing so running on faith here🙀. I've been thinking lately, that living with serious illness in the house is like living with a playground bully. I find myself doing things I wouldn't normally do, because of fear. I'm always double checking myself, looking over my shoulder, putting it first ahead of other considerations - all in fear of what it might do to me in revenge or payback time. I mean, I feel bad that this letter has gone missing but its not even my illness or my appointment 🤷♀️
Does anyone else relate to this?
Ewife