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I still go back to the Google doc with my pals' comments on it whenever I'm really feeling The Glooms, it genuinely helps.

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I don't know whether to console or eviscerate him. I could do either. Seeing my rock turn to gravel is so debilitating. I want him to be wounded the way I am. But as he stands there crying I also want to hold him together, to kiss him, to try and sew up the gashes he's torn through us.

I also wrote a little (lottle) something about some of my most recent medical dramas, from my big fat hip socket surgery to the whole almost-dying thing I did afterwards and (spoilers) the heart condition I have, apparently.

She was left at a Pets at Home by her previous owners because she “doesn’t like kids or being held”. Well… yup. Most rabbits don’t.

Honestly, it's one of the wildest things about my son - he has a lot of the same stemming behaviours as me and the tongue-biting I have to do to let him just be himself and avoid me turning into my own mother is HELL.

It's been pretty rough, and progress has not been particularly straightforward or linear, but I'm getting there! I actually think some completely unrelated back pain has been throwing things off, but one thing at a time 😅

Physically it's been pretty rubbish, but I expected it to be. Mentally, though, it's been *horrid*. Isolating and frustrating, plus my therapist had to take some unexpected time off so, while not their fault, that has been a real issue for my coping skills.

I've mostly been on bed rest since the op. I graduated from a big wheeled frame to crutches over the course of a week, and I'll be on the crutches for a few months yet. I was gifted a secondhand mobility scooter, which I'm really grateful for, because it gives me a tiny bit more freedom.