Day eight with no food.
My girl is the kindest, most loving, and supportive person I have ever known. It is the cruelest illness to watch her turn so negative about herself and starve because of delusional thoughts. Thoughts that convince her of the complete opposite of reality.
She has a weekly appointment with the GP for blood work. Triple zero did not admit her yesterday. They told her to attend her GP instead. Today she goes back for results. Surely she will be admitted today.
Yesterday the heat reached 42 degrees.
A starving body in that heat.
It is excruciating to watch.
And still she plays with the kids. Still she tries. Still she cooks and cleans.
I don’t know how a body this weak can keep going.
I forgot I even had Pilates this morning.
My mind is tired from worry.
If hospital comes today, I will need to knock off and get the kids.
Tomorrow they start school.
Life keeps moving.
We are not.
No plans.
No certainty.
Just waiting.
Hopefully hospital today.
The Lady in the Back Row 