My system is recovering from anti-biotics, with stomach bacteria boosted by my taking pro-biotics again now the anti-biotic course has run its ... er ... course. But far out ... it's like being dragged back into abdominal pain hell that I used to experience on an almost daily basis.I had to drop theBoy at school. He was running laps of my person as I turned in place and as the cramping pain ate at my insides.
I was tasked by my psychologist to write a letter to the triumvirate of management that caused my collapse—three tiers above me that lined up in a perfect way to maximise stress and pain to those below them. Our printer died a while back and we have a new one ready to go. But I couldn't face the job of drafting a letter and sorting out a hardware (slash) software installation for a printer.So I wrote the letter by hand.
theWife led forth a Herculean re-arrange, swapping our end (computer) room with the our bedroom, restoring in fact the balance for the end (computer) room was the master bedroom anyway.
We recently went to the south coast for a few days, staying at a most-awesome beach-side fusion of villas, vans and tent sites. Holy toe-tapping Christ I needed that.