At around midday yesterday, unit staff announced the decision to reintroduce two much dreaded 'high energy' supplements into my meal plan.
The room around me blurred and whitened as my mind whirled into the shadow flecked vortex of spinning panic and dissociation.
Today I sit in relative calm.
The pain and the panic whirl around me but not within.
I discharged myself from the unit.
I'm not entirely sure how I will manage
but
failure is even less of an option that it was last week or the week before.
So:
The work of rebuilding continues.
A lot tougher and a little lonelier, but it continues nonetheless.
At the moment I am shuffling through rubble, feeling little more than dazed as I survey the extent of the wreckage and try to keep breathing through the swirling fusion of chalky dust and stone.
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