1999: Up at eight, got in to bed with mummy and milk and then realised we were in my bed. How did that happen then? Mummy said “I love you” and I said “yes. Love you”. Am I supposed to cry every time she says it to me? I went out for a last play with the caraban neighbourhood whilst they packed our cases. On the way home we had to stop at the services because they thought I’d pooed my nappy. Bloomin cheek, isn’t a child allowed to fart anymore? I fell asleep after that as I guessed they’d be less chance of me being disturbed and awoke just as we arrived home. I played with my toys, watched Po, Pat and tots TV and played in the garden. It’s lovely to see them all again! I had a lovely big bubble bath and went to bed at half eight with my new Thomas the Tank light that Nanny bought as a reminder of our lovely holiday.
2019: Another low and demotivated day. Mum called round to pick up all my hospital letters as is trying to claim back my Australia Visa money as Crohns continues to stop travels and it expired in March. Still waiting to hear from my consultant about infusions. Mum tried to tempt me out of the flat for a cuppa but anxiety was just too much again today and I opted to stay in and play on x-box. Will try again tomorrow …..
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