I’m going to apologise in advance for the next 6 months, when I doubt very much there will be any medical mid-week blog posts. With everything going on move-wise, and after moving renovation-wise, I know for a fact I’m barely going to have the energy to eat let alone write fun or interesting articles (or miserable or boring ones come to that 😉 ). I hope you’ll forgive me and stick it out until I am happily living in my forever home.
Speaking of which my cousin, who fortuitously happens to be a builder, went out for a look this week. I gave him the plans for the renovations, he asked my budget, I told him and he burst into hysterical laughter. “Not a chance!” were his exact words. I appreciate my budget is tight, however I’m not building fucking Graceland and he’s just going to have to get it done for the money I have. Or else he’s dead to me 😉 I am getting a second quote from a builder who has been renovating the house next door, so we’ll see whether blood really is thicker than water!
That was on Thursday and to be honest I came home massively deflated. I’d been nothing but excited about the new house until then, but it suddenly dawned on me just how much work is involved and the thought actually gave me an anxiety attack. Of course, that left me feeling as weak as a kitten, ridiculously brain fogged and horribly nauseous. I only managed 3 hours sleep that night and was starting to wonder if I’d made a humongous mistake.
Saturday morning I woke early and immediately my stomach was in knots and I felt dreadful. Got up for a pee……………….and I’d started my period 😮 Oh well, at least that explains why I’d been so anxious, nauseous and why my stomach felt like it had been karate kicked! I’m still stressed, but it’s nothing like it was a few days ago so I’m putting much of my physical and emotional state this week down to my hormones, I’d reached day 60 of my cycle so was gutted to, yet again, have a visit from Aunto Flo. FFS is that bitch never going to leave?!!
Other than that I haven’t been up to much, though I did attend my camera club for the first time in about 2 months on Weds. They’re a lovely bunch of people and I wish I currently had more time and energy to devote to all things photographic, but I don’t and that’s just the way it is for now.
I chased my Dad’s rheumatology follow-up appointment regarding his suspected Sjogren’s Syndrome only to be told the rheumy didn’t want to see him again, which means he doesn’t have Sjogren’s. FFS. Again. So it looks like we’ll be back to neurology at the RVI where I know for a fact they’ll now class my Dad’s severe neuropathy as “idiopathic” – in other words they have no shagging clue what’s causing it and he will consequently receive zero treatment. T’rific. However, the good news is he drove the car again today, less than 6 weeks after his hip replacement and took Bertie on a little walk for the first time in 18 months! He’s doing brilliantly for an 80 year old and I’m dead proud of him 🙂
Well, the land of nod is calling so I’ll love you and leave you. I have to be at the house for 8.30am in the morning as my cousin the builder is bringing round a plumber to quote for putting new heating pipes in. Crack of goddamn dawn – there’s no need for it!