rest for the weary

lol, 3rd time lucky. i've tried twice already, with no luck. fingers crossed!
anyways, i thought i'd just blog about sth that's recently become very important to me.
i want a break.
no, i desperately need a break.
honestly.
see, my monday to sunday can only be defined by one word:therapies. or, maybe, exercises.
let's start with the week.
i go back to the hospital every monday morning.
therapies start at 9am, and the last appointment of the day begins at 3:30pm. in one day, i may have sppech, occupational and physical therapies. usually it's only two a day, occasionally three. when it's only one, it is always without a doubt physio.
that's just monday to friday.
start saturday, it's even busier. mornings brings uncle wallace the OT. that's one session.
after lunch pops along the physio. that's two sessions.
late afternoon, sometimes it's uncle tony the second occupational therapist (btw, he prefers to be known as t-man). we end the day on four sessions. even heavier than a weekday, wow.
let's try sunday. after church, lunch and home, along pops the entire cheung family. one occupational therapist, one physio, and two kids. and that brings us sessions five and six.
i mean, i am honestly very, very grateful to all these wonderful adults for helping me out. i really do appreciate all the support they provide.
but do i make sense when i try to explain how i am truly buggered by all the therapies/exercises i have to do/endure?
to be honest here, i have seriously contemplated suicide before. i mean, just end it all, you know? no more worries, no more stress. just final oblivion. but what's pulled me back is the fact that if you commit suicide, you go to hell. end of story. happy burning forever. not for me, thankyou. i've spilt hot tomato soup over my hands before, and ... ouchies!!!!!!>< so don't worry about that guys, i'll be pestering you for decades to come. ^^
so yeah. end of story, i guess. fingers crossed for my one day a week break, you'll hear if i am successful or not.
hope you're all having a lovely saturday, and i'll see most of you at church toms!
woohoo, afternoon tea time for me - thanks to aunty anne who brought me one of those beutiful 80c custard things.
cheers,
em. ^^