While out on a walk today I was thinking of ways to explain how I feel at the moment. I came up with something about how before my BI I lived in my ideal home that had taken me half my life to build. Then my illness happened, and I was suddenly moved to a horrible house in an awful place. I hate the brain and body I have to live in now.
Then I remembered the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy opening scene. Poor Arthur Dent walks out of his lovely country home with a cup of tea, and first the council try to knock his house down, then the Vogons blow up his planet. So the poor bloke has to learn how to live in a spaceship, in a galaxy he doesn't understand at all.
My husband is definitely Ford Prefect, guiding me through the galaxy, trying to teach me the rules, keeping me safe, making sure I've got my towel. I'll keep hoping that the mice are building a new Earth for me to live on, and one day I'll find it. But life is outer space now, I live in a spaceship, nothing makes sense and the Vogons have taken everything that I knew and loved.