Thinking

My mood certainly has not stabilized since my diagnosis, and is in a state of flux. Earlier on I looked in my bag for my memory stick but couldn't find it. I rushed up to the library and checked the computer that I'd been using, but it wasn't there. Then I checked at the two librarians' desks but to no avail. By this time I was panicking. I went back to the historic building, looked in my bag again and found it. The bloody thing had dropped out from its usual place. Then I remembered that the bag had fallen over while I was setting up the keyboard. This is a strange and difficult time for me at the moment, so I must try to be more careful. That's the second time this week where I thought I had been careless with things, and the second time this week that I'd had a nasty shock. I don't want another.