I've had a funny sort of week with more of the same old thing; my appalling mood and raised anxiety causing my stomach to go on strike again. Felt so tired yesterday and quite unwell. I slept very well last night, and feel a whole load better today. I have a visitor this weekend, so am busting a gut go get the flat looking pristine. Luckily the plasterer who was supposed to come tomorrow now isn't coming until Monday, so I shan't have to sleep on the living-room floor.
The news continues to get me down. There is wall-to-wall coverage of the terminally-ill baby. That is very sad for the parents, but their behaviour is getting on my nerves. They argue with the doctors at every step and turn. The poor doctors are trying their best, but the parents are always so obstructive. When someone is so close to death, there is not all that much the medical profession can do about it, except for making the patient as comfortable as possible. What is most annoying for me is that this is not a national news story. It's a private one for the family, but they have chosen to splatter it all over the media. I find myself wondering what important things are not being reported, because of the time given to this story. And then we follow the disgraceful activities of some of the most despicable and revolting political leaders in living memory. Yugh. No wonder I get so depressed.
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