Item the first: I cannot emphasise enough the degree to which I would prefer to be properly trained to do my own subcutaneous injections competently than have to use the autoinjectors. I know it has been a long two days (see also item the second) but that notwithstanding the autoinjector aversion has increased to the point that I wound up getting A to actually press the trigger this time. (Absolutely could have done it myself. Am very tired; had no desire to spend multiple minutes stewing in ever greater concentrations of stress hormones while I worked myself up to it.)

Item the second: I have, for some time now, been waiting patiently for my in-the-flesh appointment with the local endometriosis specialist centre. It has been scheduled for the 23^rd of February for the better part of a year. I am therefore mildly alarmed to have been informed, yesterday, that I also get a phone appointment on the 10^th, which is -- notably -- a Saturday, i.e. not a time I am used to having routine NHS appointments. What's changed? No idea! But the MRI I had a couple of weeks ago is definitely on the list of candidates!

Item the third: I am, in my infinite wisdom, reading a lot of (non-fiction) books about trauma at the moment. They're very interesting! My brain is doing an excellent job of background cross-linking! A lot of things are going click that I could probably read back over entries here and discover that this is not the first time any of them have gone click! (Every five years or so I look back on my life and I have a good laugh.) But it's definitely also Context.