I'm just coming here to hide a small rant/fearish thing... I feel pretty cut off and alone at the moment, waiting with only my blue rescue inhaler (which is pitiful!) and nothing else until after I see the chest consultant on the 28th.. my friends have mainly melted away (I think they think I'm being pathetic or when they hear me coughing, think I'm catching and don't want to come near 'until I'm better')
The thing is, I'm self employed as a photographer... well... I pretty much may as well say I was
I don't dare to start promoting myself again and announcing I'm back because one day out of three I can't walk the 5 minutes to the bus stop without a little break. Never mind carry my backdrop to the bus stop and then travel somewhere ... if someone books me I can't tell whether it's going to be one of those days or a better day. Although to be honest I haven't even tried to carry by backdrops yet, I'm not sure I can...
Also who wants to employ a photographer who splutters into a coughing fit down the phone!? I wouldn't! Gah!
Luckily I'm studying for a degree from home so I'm not completely stagnant, but... this was my job and my passion and I feel too scared to do it... and we're back to solely relying on my husband again..(not that I earned very much at all but still!)
I just feel so sad. I don't even know what's wrong with me properly yet but it already seems to have ruined so much













