Barring any other terrifying developments I have decided to go back to work tomorrow. I can't think of anything better to cheer me up, than standing in a cold Mortuary looking at bodies. I am being cynical here by the way. However, what other choice do I have? It is my job and whilst I am thinking about the 'what if's' on my own, I might as well be in company (albeit non responsive).
I managed ten minutes of practice last night and also some light exercise but my heart was not in it. It's strange how ironic situations can suddenly become funny. The first thing that usually goes when I am worried is my appetite. However I made myself go out for lunch and this is where the irony comes in. I put my hand on my lap only to find red liquid on it. Just for a heart stopping second I thought it had happened again, but then realised I had been a bit to liberal with ketchup!!! Phew. Someone up there is definitely having a larf.
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