The sun is shining for a change, hurrahhh, and Bert and I have had a couple of lovely walks down by the river wearing a t-shirt for the first time this year (me that is, not the dog – the dog thinks clothing is for wusses). At least they would have been lovely if it weren’t for the fact that I feel like death warmed up. I have had a week of hormone hell. Not sleeping, not eating and so emotional I’ve felt like I was losing my marbles. One minute raging, the next minute weeping and generally just feeling overwhelmed and like I’m crawling out of my skin. I hate not being in control of how I feel and am so exhausted I could sleep on a washing line. When is this Menopause shit going to be over?!
Thankfully I’ve had a fairly quiet week which is a good job as I’ve barely had the energy to shove a meal in the microwave, however my cleaner didn’t turn up on Wednesday so despite the fact I’ve only just got my back pain to settle down I had to start changing the bed sheets (the dog had been in the river then come home, snuggled actually in the bed under the duvet and left a huge muddy wet patch where I sleep) and washing the floors (I swear they are so dirty they must be hazardous to human health). She’s let me down so often now I think I’m going to have to find someone else. It’s all been legitimate – she was off work 3 months with a bad back, various weeks when her daughter was off school ill and now her Dad is terminally ill with cancer – but I think she forgets the reason I have a cleaner is that I’m not well! She also took on walking Bertie two days a week, which lasted all of 2 months before she decided she didn’t like it and quit.
The Doctor rang me about my Dad but thinks that none of his symptoms are linked to the kappa paraprotein in his blood. I’m still not convinced as she couldn’t explain his chronic fatigue, but she has referred him again to the spinal unit to have another look at his back so I’ll mention my concerns to them and see what they say.
Stuck in bed and feeling bored I decided to write an article for a national photography magazine on overcoming obstacles. I’m disabled with a hobby which involves being mobile and skint in a hobby which can cost the sodding earth, so I wrote about how I’ve managed to find ways round these limitations. The magazine editor happened to belong to a Camera Club in southern Scotland and he liked the piece and my photos so much he’s asked me to go along and give a talk one night at his Club. Gulp! I hate committing to stuff because I never know on any given day how I’m going to wake up feeling, but at the same time it’s flattering to have been asked. My lovely friend John has offered to drive me so I think I’ll give it a bash and see how it goes though it won’t be until after September when the new season starts. Without my photography I honestly think I’d be losing my mind at the mo.
My elderly neighbour Sam and I were talking about Scampi the other day. She said she’d had some Whitby scampi and how nice it was and I mentioned I’ve never tried it, so two days later she rocked up at my house with a packet for me. Aren’t some people kind? 🙂
Today is my parents’ Ruby wedding anniversary. 40 years of bickering and having absolutely zero in common 😉 My Mum was with my biological Dad for 18 years before that, so she’s been married for nearly 60 all in all. Blimey. My step-brothers, aunt, uncle, nieces and partners are all going out for a meal tonight to celebrate. I can’t stand my Uncle, who shoots beautiful wild animals for fun, or my eldest brother who in 7 years has never once offered to do a thing for our parents, but I’ll grin and bear it and a least I’ll be eating food I haven’t had to cook myself!