I have been so naughty this week. I’ve got the most intense cravings going on, so I caved and have chomped my way through a whole tube of sour cream ‘n onion Pringles, a family bag of Starburst, a family bag of Wine Gums, a frozen mushroom pizza (my first bought tomato-based pizza in 5 years) and a small tub of Salted Caramel Haazen Dazs ice cream. I’m sure none of that has done my histamine bucket any favours and I’ve probably gained 5lbs but I swear my hormones thanked me and I loved every second of my binge 😉 Fuck it, you only live once and it’s not like the sky fell in or anything.
Tuesday night was the last evening of our beginner’s photography class so I hauled my exhausted arse along to show support even though I wasn’t lecturing.
Wednesday I decided to spend half an hour in a wildflower meadow taking selfies for a photo I had in my head. Stupid here forgot to put her insect repellent on though and I’ve spent the days since covered in huge blistery, itchy bites. The photo turned out OK though so that’s the main thing 😀
After having 6 weeks off to nurse her Father who has now passed away, my cleaner didn’t come again this week as her daughter had a hospital appointment. I know they’re all legitimate excuses but when is she going to realize that the reason I have help in the house is that I‘m sick?! If she worked on the tills in Tesco she wouldn’t have been given 6 weeks off, dying Dad or no dying Dad. When my Nan passed away my Mum had one day off her 40 hour a week job for the funeral and that was that, even though she’d been taking turns to sleep on my Nan’s couch for 3 months beforehand to nurse her. We all have stuff going on in our lives but the world doesn’t stop turning and we still have to work – she’s only here 3 hours a week for heaven’s sake. Maybe that sounds harsh, but including holidays she’s had nearly 7 months off in the last 18 during which time I’ve lived in a dirty house and slept in a dirty bed and the reason my hand is currently killing me is because I tried to change the bed sheets myself in her absence.
Speaking of which, the only solution I could come up with to help my CMC joint was to tape my hand. I found some YouTube videos showing the best way to go about it which I modified to cover all the areas which are sore, but I have to admit it’s not helped so I think I’m going to have to see the Doctor *sigh*.
Friday I had the plumber here servicing the gas boiler and fire and fitting a thermostatic valve to one of my radiators. I also had the builder here quoting to re-grout my patio. My house needs some expensive jobs doing, like a new front door, but as I’d love to move to a one story house in the not too distant future I’m hugely reluctant to spend yet more money on this one. I’ve been looking for a new home for a year now though and had no luck so I could still be here in 5 years time and it’s difficult to know what to do.
Today is Father’s Day (why is there no Daughter’s Day?!) so I’m going out to lunch with the folks even though I feel rubbish and am absolutely wiped. I know I should be grateful that I’m well enough to go out after spending years bedridden, but it’s not like I’m going to enjoy it – my Dad is loopy loo and my Mum will start off whiny and snappy (there is always something wrong with the food) then get increasingly giggly and stupid the more wine she drinks – so to be fair I’d rather be stopping in bed cuddled up to Bert and working on my photos. Neither of my brothers has ever taken my Dad out on Father’s Day even though he’s their biological Father and not mine. Why does this stuff constantly fall on my shoulders just because I’m single?
As you can probably tell I’m hormonal, crabby and not feeling well so I’ll shut up now, go and get some breakfast and try to find my happy head. Onwards and upwards!