Today I'm trying to figure out what's going on with my body lately.

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When I came downstairs this morning (slowly and again grateful that we have railings on both sides of the staircase), D cheerfully said "there's tea in the pot!" which I could only mutter a response to as I lunged for my seat on the sofa, as much as falling towards it as sitting on it. V said, "would you like me to go get it for you?" and I accepted gratefully, saying "I'm still a little wobbly" and they were like "I could tell. I didn't even have my glasses on and I could tell."

Always a good sign, heh.

So like I said I've tried to treat my skin and it is feeling better. I've been thinking about my ankle as I'm walking and that seems to be going better. Bloody hard work though, just going to get myself a cup of tea is an adventure, since it finishes with me carrying a full cup of hot liquid. But I've done it twice now! I had breakfast!

Sadly it would not be a good idea for me to go to the trans-only social event this afternoon and that means V can't go because they're not feeling good enough to do this by themself... But one of the reasons I was very certain that going would be a bad idea is that I know I wouldn't be reliable as any kind of support for them as I usually could be.

But hopefully the three of us can do something tonight, go out for a burger or see what's on at the cinema or something. I'd much rather do that than something D can't go to anyway.