Dear Logbook, forty-seventh day of a new life.
My Diary came in, I think, in a moment of little news. With what I think I’ll be spacing out what’s happening to me in everyday life. Which could mean we’re normalizing life.
If as I told you I had today the appointment with the occupational therapist to talk about how I was, how I felt, that it hurt, what I could do, etc. My Diary, as you well know and many too, I’m a lot, maybe too much and that hour with her talking about how I am, how I feel and so on I’ve been flying. I have been explaining things that I had read part of them, others were new, so it has been very positive and I was also delighted that I was with the smile on my face all the time. How much it helps to always be smiling or almost always. It’s something I like to practice or do. How much it helps me and I think I help other people, when they show me or I show a smile!
Anyway, I’m getting my way. The fact is that with all the information she has collected she will take it to a clinical session with the other colleagues and various specialists to assess what type of therapy, if any, would suit me. Another thing he has told me is that he loved to look so positive and that he conveyed tranquillity and happiness. And I’ve already said it that for me and for everyone around me, it’s the best attitude I could have, I think. Even though there are times of not being like this. But the least. You know that “I repeat myself more than garlic”. But life is wonderful and so we must enjoy it as it comes. With good things it is easy, and with the bad, less, although of these often you learn more and you become stronger than with the good ones.
And my diary, for today I say good-bye, I don’t know if tomorrow I’ll write you something. Maybe yes, or maybe not. Don’t me off about it.