Maybe it’s because I ate so much chocolate! I did have an enormous amount bought for me from Hotel Chocolate (Thanks everyone!) so maybe the alcohol and sugar levels in my blood were just too high.
I’m quite glad to have got it over and done with really.
A few weeks ago someone asked me how old I was and I answered 33 and she said “No, not for a few weeks yet” In the kind of way that was saying I was adding years I had no right to claim! I felt a bit put out but I didn’t know who was being the more childish, me for ‘adding’ those weeks, or her for caring.
Lots of things have happened which I shall blog about (another party, another pointless reason for leaving the house) but right now I am about to go to the Doctor because Rob has gone on and on at me about it. As Rob is not actually coming with me, as he said he would, I’ve not got much to say to the Doc. I went for a test for anaemia…well it takes no genius to discover I am a bit iron deficient but I hardly think that having more iron will fix all my problems. Rob keeps going on about it like it will.
Stressed? Tired? Had 5 hours sleep that was broken because I had to feed Osiris 8 times? Rob in bed ‘cos he’s “so tired” after playing computer games all night? Skint? Too many bills? Bailiff visits? The house is disgusting? Nothing to eat off because there has been no attempt at washing up in a week and the kitchen is about to be declared a biological hazard? I’m loosing my mind and finally I crack….
It’s not my life…It’s that I’m ill and I need to see a doctor…apparently! So off I go because Rob said he would leave me if I didn’t.
Somehow I don’t think this is the solution.
Answers on a postcard please….
4 comments:
My Postcard:
Drink Guinness as much as me
Front of post card pic:
A small water vowel holding a pack of cards and a tiny little shrew with a speech bubble saying "What about my card?"
eh?
It's hard to be a woman.
(Isn't that a song?)
How do any of us cope?!
(Answer: Badly.)
xxx
PS enjoy the chocs
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