What a horrible day it is here today, cold wet and raining! I've been thinking of other ideas to raise money for the CF trust, so far i have two. the first is a collection of poems made into a book written by PWCF or someone who has been effected by it in some way or form. The second is a new brand of purfume, but this could be very expensive and I'm waiting to hear from a company to see if they would be interested or not.
I'm feeling very uncomfortable about my looks and weight at the moment so I'm trying to keep busy just so I don't focus on it so much.
Jasmine continues to nick off with the jigsaw pieces and yet again her toy spider had a few pieces in his little den.
When the winter starts , Jasmine becomes very loving and sleeps a lot and has been sitting here with me now on my knee. I love her dearly and strange though it may seem but she is my one true friend who loves me for me. I talk to Jasmine and tell her my hopes, dreams and fears, she never judges me for the things that I've said or done wheather they were good or bad.I just wish human's were more like her, most people I speak to are really nice but you alway's get some that are not so nice, that's life I suppose.
I'm at clinic tomorrow so maybe I will feel happier once that's over. I've been going to clinic's all my life yet I still get butterflies when I go to hospital even when I know I'm well, people always think your use to it but I don't think you get use to it at all.I know I want to ask one of the team why they were so negative about one of the articles about me in the paper.I do wish people would be more honest instead of talking behind your back, but it comes back to what I just said" that's life".