The first half of my week was dominated by a surprise visit from Aunt Flo, which I wrote about in this post. I didn’t think it was possible to have a period only 9 days after the last period finished so it came as a total shock. It wasn’t just some skimpy thing either and brought with it 3 days of migraines and some wicked back pain, neither of which have settled down now it’s all over I’ve also eaten my own body weight in sweets and biscuits and have kicked the weighing scales under the bed so I’m not tempted to stand on them – I know they’d say things to me I don’t want to hear.
It’s typical I felt so crap because this week I judged my first International Photography Salon and had 2,500 images to wade through. Usually the 3 to 5 judges on the panel have to meet up at a large venue, the images are presented to them and they have just a few seconds to press a button with their score. With thousands of photos to look at it often takes hours and the mental effort alone, let alone sitting upright for ages, would have been all too much for me. However, this time we used online scoring software so I was able to do the judging from the comfort of my bed over the course of a week and I really enjoyed it 🙂
Something brilliant happened this week which, considering I count myself as one of the world’s unluckiest women, made a pleasant change. As you might remember, my 2½ year old camera broke earlier on this month and I sent it away to Olympus for repair. It’s been like having a limb missing and I’ve waited anxiously for its return only for Olympus to contact me to say they don’t have any spares and couldn’t fix it. I was on the verge of slashing my wrists when they offered me an upgrade to the next model for the price of the repair, so I’ve ended up with a brand new £1,800 camera for £132!! I happy danced round the lounge until my hips asked me what the fuck I thought I was doing and sat my arse back on the couch 😉
There was a headline online this week that Australian researchers have found a diagnostic test for ME which involves a malfunction in calcium ion channels. I flicked right on by. Researchers, initially at Glasgow, have been looking at ion channelopathy for two decades and we’re no further forward. I’ve lost count of the number of times it’s been declared that the answer to ME has been found only for it to fizzle out and come to nothing. It takes a lot for me to get excited and I’m so unexcited by this news I’m in a coma.
We have rats! My neighbour pulled me aside the other day to say he’d been stood in the kitchen looking out of the window one afternoon and two rats the size of kittens ran across his lawn. Sure enough, the next day I was walking up my drive and saw one darting in and out of the plant pots *shudder*. I live next door to a farm and all farms have vermin but they’re usually nocturnal and as long as I don’t see them I don’t think about them – that they’re out and about doing their ratty thing in broad daylight is just brazen. My neighbour has put some poison down but my other neighbour puts shed loads of bird food on feeders attached to a small wall and unless he stops we’re never going to get rid of them – the rats must think every night is party night with free food and drink.
Today I’ve invited my bestie out for lunch cos I’m desperate for a conversation with someone who doesn’t have fur and lick their own willy. Not that Bertie isn’t great company, but he only has three things to say: “rub my tummy”, “feed me” and “are we going walkies?” and if none of those things are happening he spends his days impersonating a rug.
We’re back at Camera Club this week after our four month summer break, hurrahhhh! But first I have an appointment at the Eye Hospital with my floaters – I’ll let you know how I get on.