365 days ago I came home for good. At my last appointment with my psychologist I told her that I was close to the anniversary of my release date and she said it sounded like I had been in prison. Which I was, in a way, but all for my own good. [I wonder how many other people have said that] Parkwood prepared me for what was to come - how to manage my bowels and bladder and look after my skin. All necessary evils, but clearly I did not learn how to balance my life. Only by experience do I learn this. Like yesterday I should not have gone to choir, I should have had a nap, but I went anyway. Today, this was how I spent my day.
|In bed with my cat.|
We were supposed to go out for dinner to the local United Church fall supper. Instead we had the takeout version. My advice? Always have a plan B.