I’ve changed.

Water is now my drink of choice.  Rainy days suit me better.  Weekends are for sleeping.  I have a super artery.  My second home is a hospital. I read medical journals.  Work is an outing.  I cry a lot.  Half seven is an acceptable bed time.  I know what restless legs are.  I think about death a lot.  I have a bucket list.  I can’t remember what it is like to live without pain.  I think about life a lot.  I feel slightly insane.  My head is foggy. Massages are my gold.  I think about the organ trade black market.  My favourite outfit is my pyjamas.  I’m old.  Laughing is a treat.  I feel guilty a lot. I’m easily over whelmed.

I’ve changed.   But I am also the same.

Why do you judge me?

I’ve changed.  But how could I not?