Complaining
I may have treated this ringworm inadequately and spread it to the sheets and my ankle. It could be irritation from the perfumed antifungal laundry rinse but with my immune system I’m not taking any chances. Treatment will recommence and endless hot wash and dry laundry continues.
I may have to wash the last two blankets that might still smell of Melbcat and stink them up with scent.
I don’t seem to be progressing at anything, the house doesn’t look any cleaner, my wrist hurts from slamming my hand into the wall, I spend every moment of every day feeling hollow and like I want to cry.
I will but will probably just get it again unless I can sort the visiting cat. Which is not simple. But unfortunately I can’t bear to ignore
This time of my life is just really bad. I just want to go back to how it was. Me and my girl.