I don't know how I survive the day, but somehow, I manage.
The nausea had finally eased enough after photography for me to eat some lasagne at dinner. The ache in my chest has dulled throughout the day too, and I am clinging to the hope that, in a couple of days, I might feel normal again, and I can put the messy business of the training hall firmly behind me.
"So!" Jen asks, as she takes a seat opposite me on her bed. "Best part of your birthday?"
"Photography, I think," I answer immediately.
Immediately, I am surprised, because most of it had been physically dreadful. Still, the session had merit. The light had been beautiful: rain-dark soil, bright pumpkins, sunlight against heavy cloud. For a little while, I had felt the sharp satisfaction that came with seeing good composition. Th
