Jeanet van der Vlist’s Diary
It all began with the NRC interview and the subsequent 50 (70 by now) emails about it, plus an additional few written replies. Many old acquaintances responded, some of them from unexpected people. I love that. Complete strangers send me words of encouragement, poems, reviews, etc. Continue reading “Diary April 2001”
I hadn’t taken a tumble in years, but this month I fell to the ground two times when trying to use the bathroom. It’s due to a combination of being tired and badly positioned legs, because of which I sank to my knees. There’s no way to stop it once it’s started. Hein had to pick me up and I could do nothing to make it easier, I was dead weight. The second time I fell, I cracked my head on the floor. I saw spots for a second, but everything seemed fine. Only by the next day did we see what the damage was. While I was drinking, I felt like my jaw had been unhinged, the way my teeth gnashed together. And while I was eating my porridge, my remaining front tooth came loose. I now have three enamel stumps where my front teeth used to be Continue reading “Diary February 2005”