wedding anniversary

So, it  is now officially Thursday the eighteenth in the UK. I've made it through my seventh anniversary without Neil. This time, of course, I couldn't phone his mother. My son and I had planned on watching one of 'his' movies - ended up listening to his music instead. Now I've got Eddie Starr, and the Kinks, Bob Marley, and Northern Soul and Bread in my head.

Tomorrow - today, actually - I have to get up early for an MRI scan. Not so much scared of it as completely bewildered. I don't know what to expect, and don't know if I can actually lie motionless for twenty-five minutes in an enclosed space while a machine is making whooshing noises all around me. Not to mention the fact that lying on my back for that length of time is going to hurt like hell. Honestly, I'm an eejit - I should have phoned my doctor and asked for an anti anxiety med. Too late now.

Other than that - well, really, things are okay. The police did finally come out and take S and my statements. Nasty neighbour has stayed away. The dS troll has been quiet for a few days. (I keep having to delete insults veiled as 'reviews,' have had to ban her from my journal, report her to various mods on various forums, and flag up her email as spam. It's been going on since my last day in Toronto, so about a month now.)

And... seriously, I'm an adult. How can I let such silly things get to me? Séamus' girlfriend had much more serious back issues than I do, and she's just a kid. She managed to lie still in the MRI scan. So, I can do it.

Just a shame I can't read dS fic while I'm in there. I'll just have to think myself into my happy place instead.