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I'm still so fucking furious I can't focus on work properly. And me being that angry is a rare, rare thing - I get pissed off a lot, I have some temper, certainly, most certainly when I'm scared. But this pure rage that comes from a sense of a personal grievous is far more rare.

But than, not every day you discovered that someone cheated you, stole your money, literally , and screwed your health as a by product.

Two years. Two years of sharp, stabbing pain, two years of going from doctor to doctor, of trying things that did not help at all, two years. And Hagar tried so hard to teach me to walk properly, and I could fucking not do it, I could not even stand right, I felt active resistance in my feet and I FUCKING DID NOT UNDERSTAND!!!

You know, I think that in the end, the one I'm most furious with is me *sighs deeply*.

I'm made tea now. Hope it will help.

Plans for the evening - we invited Hagar for dinner. I miss just having dinner and chatting with her. And I want to show off the new shoes.

So it's either dinner with Hagar, or if she can't come - we are gonna browse the net to find where best to publish the letter I wrote, and than we will relax with another POI episode.

G. Think of your darling kittybabe and relax. Imagine yourself stroking that soft lovely far of his, with him lying on his back with his paws curled to his cheat and purring.

Well, that helped. How much I love that animal.