Have a fun time at Xmas everyone. I'm unseasonally excited about it.
Normally I detest Xmas but this year we are going to be in London which is a novelty for me. I remember last year I was having trouble eating xmas dinner because I didn't know it but I had a huge cyst. I promised myself that this year I would find out what the hell was the matter with me. I knew I'd been ill for at least 3 years, acutely so for 6 months. I couldn't find out what it was though, however many doctors I saw.
Meanwhile there I was working like a bastard.
I don't even know what I was doing now. I know I was flying to America every month or two, working till nine every night, sleeping all weekend and still being exhausted. I know I worked all the time doing something and could not or would not listen to myself. Without wishing to sound all new age, my body was telling me something but I would not listen.
I always wonder how much my work contributed to my illness. People always say, "no no you mustn't blame yourself, you couldn't have done anything about it" but I don't buy that. If I hadn't been so stressed and tired for a long period (about 5 years) then perhaps my immune system would have fought this thing. I was nursing a broken heart too, and they say you can die of that!
Have a good Xmas, you never know when it might be your last.
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