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and I cannot be funny. Tonight I took B back to school after the 8 weeks of her holidays. Holidays which we spent so much time together and I loved it. We laughed, we fought, I looked after her wounds and I just looked after her. Holidays that brought new medication, new developments - seizures and bad feet. She went back to a new boarding house, new therapists, new class etc. It appears she is not sharing a room and she is at the end the corridor. My heart just sank. Ok, I was verging on hysteria about her coming back anyway but this was a little too much for me to bear. B, she appeared to be ok, but I know her. Her new Physiotherapist seems on the ball, whisked her up to medical centre to examine her feet which have been hurting her. Seems she is developing pressure sores, her feet are ice cold and swollen. Wrapped her feet up and fitted her for a hoist sling and she will be hoisted for the time being. She will see the doctor in the morning.
I tried to make her room B friendly. High School Musical poster and her new quilt. The teddy bear I bought her for her birthday, her photographs out.

Time for me to go. She starts to cry. I cannot help but also. I leave as to stay would not help. I cannot drive further than 100 yards because I hurt so much. I want to go back and get her but I know I cannot. I cannot bear the thought of her feeling sad or lonely or of needing something or someone and not feeling she knows them enough to ask. I cry all the way home. At home, M holds me and rings up to see how she is. Even says we are disappointed about the proximity of her bedroom. They say she is ok and she is sleeping. I beg him to ask them to keep checking on her.

I miss her so much. I love her and want her to be ok. I hope she is ok. I am so very scared of not seeing her again. She is my B....I love you sweetheart.