Thursday

 Groundhog day.

Up, pills, breakfast, get dressed.

Youngest still of ill, wife at work, potter about the house and do a few jobs, have some rest.

I'm going to get my hair cut today, help myself feel more human again, the plan was for the wife to take me in the car (she works half days Thursday), however, with the youngest at home ill I'm either going to have to take myself or wait for another day.

I drive myself, no issues with driving, apart from the cost of fuel, 199.5p a litre!

I can't park close to the barbers so I park about 150m away and walk which means I arrive at the barbers extremely out of breath, now I've been going to this barbers for a very long time so I know them very well so of course they know something is up and they ask, I tell them briefly what's gone on and to say they are shocked is an understatement. 

The only problem with my hair cut is that it shows off my "moon face" from the steroids but I do feel better for having my hair cut.

Another evening of food and telly, no clubs tonight, the weather is pants and the youngest is ill.

I should sleep well tonight. 


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