So, I got that talking to, last night at work, about how my health is affecting my job. Now what? How do I turn this around--can I even turn this around? Is it worth it, anymore? Beats me. I really am getting tired tho, of being told how pale I look, how limp my hair is, how old I look and act (and feel)...yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Deal with it!

For one thing, my health issue is looking to be a drawn-out affair, and not great to live with. Nothing much I can do about that. The apathy/depression, tiredness...just are going to be there.

I suppose I should ring up my sister, tomorrow. I've not seen her--or any of my few remaining relations, since the day we buried mum--Nov. 17th 2005, and I've not even talked to my sister--she's always gone her own way, she has---since the day I was in hospital, back in June, getting those blood transfusions. Don't know what we'll talk about, mind--we're more strangers who love each other, than sisters.

So, have a few things to do, today. Wrote Accord Hospice story #41, in the wee hours of the morning...this really is getting to be a chore, I must say--not that I mind, after all, it was my idea--daft idea, but mine, nonetheless.

Not feeling much like writing, of late--or doing much of anything. I'm trying to carry on as usual, but it's sometimes quite taxing on me. With no one here at all, some days are much longer than others, I have to admit. But, one day, is pretty much like all the others, and some days, I literally don't remember what day it is. I have to actually look at the calendar in my kitchen. Getting senile at 46, what a joy that is.

I know I have to make some re-adjustments to my life, somehow, but, unfortunately, am at a loss as to how to accomplish that.