And so, on Monday evening, while the counting of ballots was still taking place after this disastrous national vote (to say nothing of the regional one), yours truly got her back stuck for the third time in two years.
To make up for it, cortisone and rest. And a lot of swearing.
There are a few things I will try to change in the coming months. For now, I promise myself, without talking about it.
Without goals and hope, I wouldn’t be able to go on.
So much for the sad moment, we are all going through.
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