Little bear is much improved. After some truly dreadful episodes, dear heart cracked it. Little bear is taking his 'medsin' from an eggcup. More or less. With a lemonade chaser.
I, however, am struck by a vicious attack of hypochondria. I have lumps in my throat, which is sore. I am aching all over. It is painful to go up and down stairs or walk around. I am exhausted and coughing. The worst part is the acute attack of self pity.
There are so many people out there worse off than me, but I do confess to feeling guiltily wretched. Too many bits of me hurt.
The worst bit of all is that I struggle to play with little bear, who is now starting to regain his energy. Sigh.
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