Well, I've been trying really hard to get on with things and be happy and I think I've been doing quite well. But it's times like this when just one little thing that someone says (not about me but just about life in general) can really knock me back to where I was about six days ago.

I guess it's just how I am: too sensitive and too competitive and too...some other bad stuff.

I shouldn't complain though. I really shouldn't. Compared to Angel, I'm having a great time at the moment. She's having trouble with her pesky lung deflating again and has had to make the very difficult decision not to have her lung 'glued' as this would be a contraindication to transplant. So in the meantime she just has to hope her lung starts to behave and, of course, continue to wait...