Nobody has asked how I am in two years — putting it in its own thread so it does not get lost in the check-in.
The logistics of this are defeating me more than the medicine is.
What I am after is the version of this that works when nobody is helping, because that is my situation and most accounts assume otherwise.
The arrangements are the hard bit for me. Nothing medical has been difficult; the organising has been relentless.
Two years is the honest figure, taken from the two-line diary I keep rather than from memory, and memory had it lower.
If anybody has an arrangement that works and is willing to write it out, I would be very grateful.
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