I am, ever so excitingly sleeping in the house tonight and from now on! Or at least until the spring I hope. Meaning I'm sitting in bed, on my laptop. I'm not cold and I have my own bathroom.
I was a bit worried about having my own bathroom and the ease of purging however it has a macerater pump and I'm too scared it would get blocked.
I got really upset last night, well angry, distressed, I don't know. I thought (and people in charge thought) I was moving into this room last night but then the guy who was moving out was still there and yeah I got stressed out. I cut and then more awkwardly T came to update me on the room situation and I was in my hut dripping blood all over the sheets. He talked to me about it a little but not really, I don't know. Today he mentioned how there had been a misunderstanding but didn't mention the cutting.
I am doing ok here, I mean I'm still alive and no A&E and I've only lost 2kg not 5 or 7 or 15. It is hard to tell if I'm doing anything better though. I sort of want to sit down and chat about things with F and T again but equally just doing the daily things seems so hard. The past week it has been my turn to feed the chickens and just that simple task has stressed me out so much.