Day Twenty Four

The end of a very emotional and tiring week. Lots of giggles at work, my friend asked if they were doing two for one on wigs! They always make me laugh, love them to bits. Had to tell two more friends that I am poorly. One is a palm reader, and told me three years ago that I should slow down or else I was going to become ill when I was 34. Straight up. It was difficult telling him that he was right, and that I should have listened to him. Had a bit of a cry when I told him. It's so hard. I want somebody to tell me that I am going to be okay, that I have nothing to worry about, I will be alright. He did also tell me that I would be in my 80's when I finally pop my clogs, but I will have lost my marbles by then so I won't mind! Well, he was right about one thing, let's hope he's right about the other. I have always said that I will be 84 when I go, around the 24th November. Let's hope we're both right. Being poorly has made me realise how much I love life and the people I am around. That is what I am scared of missing out on. My other friend told me she thinks somebody is looking out for me, due to the fact that I have found this before I am in pain. I think she is right. Thank you.