So I don’t have a UTI.

Whilst that’s good, I’m left with what the hell is it this time?

When it’s like this I just question it all again.
I think about the simplicity and wonder of just being normal, and everyone taking that for granted. You only get it once it’s gone, that’s for sure. Even when it’s threatened, you don’t get it, your optimism stops you from believing it can actually be taken away.

My bloated middle seems to stare at me, and my twitching legs taunt me. I’ve seen my daughters for just moments this weekend – which is sad for me.

Hopefully sleep will reset my mindset.

Forgot to say thanks to Jo for her help and company last night. I owe you one.