Hi, I'm sorry its rough. I spent nearly all morning sleeping having done the school run and having picked up my 12 year old daughter from school as she was 'feeling unwell' – I felt very shabby – rambling into her school unshaven and wobbly. Strange dreams, very vivid, of people I haven't seen for 25 years. Anyway, I'm now up an 'better', so I'm trying to pick up the pieces of what I was trying to get done before everything got shattered (chasing up reimbursement of the growth factors (they cost a fortune), preparing to prepare for the EU civil service exams, thinking about next weeks preliminary 'job interview' in Geneva, trying to sort out getting treatment during the easter holidays in Chambery rather than Paris – and trying to work out if the pain in my foot is an invisible wound or neuropathy – I hope its an invisible wound – then there are all the things I've forgotten about and the milliion little things, and the things I need to do but wont, and really I think I'll just get on my bike and go for a cycle ….
Hope all is well with you – the side effects come and go, limiting the damage, the disorganisation, the loss of continuity, the encroaching chaos, the overflow of entropy, is the hard part.