I’m kinda glad this week is over. Although I really enjoyed doing my photography talk up in Scotland it was months of preparation and worry about how my health would hold out which has felt like a lot of pressure and my mast cells don’t do pressure – I’ve had hives on my bum for weeks. My Mum & Dad (well, my Mum……..my Dad wouldn’t think to!) bought me a card and a bunch of flowers to say “well done” and I was really touched. Due to Mum’s alcoholism she hasn’t done anything like that in years because she hasn’t cared less about my life. Now she’s massively cut down on her drinking she does seem to be much more engaged.
I am on day 43 of my menstrual cycle. Dare I hope that this is the beginning of the end and I’ll finally be saying goodbye to The Curse which has tortured me for 40 years?! Every day for the past fortnight I’ve felt like my period is going to start as I’ve had bloating, migraines, period pain, backache and exhaustion but as yet there is no sign and my boobs aren’t sore – they’re always sore leading up to my period so that’s weird considering I’m having all the other symptoms. My back pain is terrible, though, the worst it’s been in years and I have had horrible shooting nerve pains in my legs and feet – I’ll be lying there in bed and all of a sudden it’s like I’ve been stung by a cattle prod A couple of years ago I had the same pains in my boobs and was sent for an early mammogram but all was fine and they eventually disappeared, so I’m sure it’s ‘just’ my hormones.
My Dad was due to have an echocardiogram of his heart on Thursday, which is basically an ultrasound to check the structure. I offered to go with him but as he wasn’t seeing the consultant or anything he said he’d be fine and my Mum went instead – he’s had an ultrasound on his gallbladder & kidneys so knew what to expect. Afterwards I rang to see how it had gone and he said “Grand. She put the sticky pads on my chest and I was in and out in 10 minutes” which I knew wasn’t right. The sticky pads are used to do an ECG (ie heart rhythm trace) and as he’d already had a 4 day ECG done he didn’t need another. I quizzed him a bit more and he was adamant that he’d had the sticky pads and no scan, so I phoned the hospital to find out what was going on. Sure enough, he’d had a scan and they had the results on the screen.
So I asked him again. “Did the lady use a wand or anything on your chest Dad? Was there a screen next to you?”
“Oh yes, she pressed into my ribs, then I had to lay on my side and she pressed again.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me this when I asked the first time?”
“Should I have?”
Bless him, you can’t trust a word that comes out of his mouth.
Today I really must do some housework because the place looks like a bomb has hit it. I haven’t touched housey-type jobs in 3 weeks as I was conserving energy for my talk but I can’t put it off any longer. There’s one huge obstacle though…………….I fucking hate housework. And paperwork. And having to put away my garden furniture for winter. And clipping the dog. And scrubbing poop off the bird feeders. And changing halogen bulbs in recessed ceiling lights (why in God’s name has that been made so complicated?!). And ringing the electrician to come and look at my faulty outside light. In fact, anything which doesn’t involve taking photos 😉 I hope the Universe knows that I need a lotto jackpot win so that I can employ a servant to do all this boring shit for me and sorts that out tout de suite if not sooner!