I had planned to go home next weekend, but I came home this weekend. Some stuff has happened between my family and I, and after someone giving me a hug on Thursday it made me realise I needed..well, more hugs! And to feel ‘safe’ (I did something positive instead of struggling alone at uni?!) So I went to my journalism workshop on Friday afternoon and then I got the coach home.
I’m heading back very early Monday morning because I am seeing a plastic surgeon at the hospital at 11.30am, which I am a bit worried about, but it is still nice to be home – even if Mum is in bed from a night shift and my sister is in hospital (she is coming home this afternoon fingers crossed!).
I also start treatment at the PD service on Tuesday. I feel like it’s bad timing with everything that is going on at the moment, but maybe it is good timing and it just doesn’t feel like it.
My dissertation is on 9, 500 words so I’m not really panicking about that. I have an essay which I am worrying about instead. I also have a presentation a week on Friday but I’m trying to be coooool with that because Natalie can do presentations now 😉
Have some photographs of my baby Luna: