Post 568: good start but a bad rear end.
With Big Sis arriving later for a chatter and cuppa I was able to chill out prior to her arrival at 1:30pm. The thing was that yesterday’s pains were tiny now and the capability of raining pain on myself with ease ment I was going to avoid all tasks and enjoy a dirty day. That is, I’m not showering and I’m wearing yesterday’s socks, phew. Ha ha.
It’s not as bad as it sounds as I smell beautiful always. I also shave the stubble off my dear little face leaving the red circles on my cheeks like clown make up due to the steroids ha ha.
But I did get a few dossette boxes filled up to a point. There were failings in the pill stock so I only had one more day after today full of pills the rest of the week I had some missing. Those pills that were missing were meant to be picked up from bloomin’ Boots but due to a shop long queue the first day and a 25 minute wait for the powerful drug cabinet key holder (who was on a late lunch) which was hard to swallow ha ha, because the shops closed between 12 and 1 o’clock, so we decided to bugger off home and come back today. So after that rigmarole, if you kept up with my meandering story, meant my Darling who’s forced to drive into town for Slimmers World would pick up the pills after the meeting. In the end there was a short queue and the key holder for the morphine was on site. Fabulous.
So, as I was saying the dosette boxes were incomplete but soon to be sorted when my Darling came back from town where not only did she have the pills but also lost another half pound of weight meaning she’s still doing very well with her eating habits even on holiday.
So that finishes the shaggy dog story, thank heavens!
So my Big Sis blew into the kitchen with a big bin of treasures, in fact the grey cloth material with an elephant design on the bin was in fact the first pressy for my Darling which held all the other gifts and snacks. The second present was three photo enlargements of all of our family in one long line up at her son wedding back in June. We wanted to get these enlarged as they are a perfect reminder of a fantastic day at the wedding but also everyone in the family before the little one comes later this month. That was the very best pressy but there were three packages of mince pies, two for the freezer and the other for eating now, well I will.
Then there was a white/golden bar of chocolate and a fruity bear Haribo which emptied the grey elephant bin (for baba toy and things to be put in.
We chatted and she stroked Mr V and we ate out lunch and then went into the lounge where I could stay out of trouble and stay in the warm. The little oil filled radiator was doing it job admirably as we settled in for more natter and laughter.
My Darling arrived soon before Big Sis was off to beat the traffic and the descending sun. We had another look at all the gifts and the elephant bin brought the biggest smile as my Darling thought she could put doggie treats in it ha ha.
“NO IT IS NOT FOR THE DOG!” Big Sis shouted! “It’s for the Baby not the dog”.
Soon after Big Sis went home in the dark, she and My Darling talked too much and made her miss the failing light from the lovely sun. Oh well, she got home safely in the end.
The evening went the way of most of our evenings with a relaxing time with the tv and you know what… Kdramas, until went to bed but early tonight. It was a work night for my lightweight Darling so just after eight o’clock we were both off upstairs to bed, which was not much fun for me.
To put it in clean clinical words I had diarrhoea all night and ended up sore by the sunrise.
Where this horror has come from I don’t know but it’s a phlippin’ nuisance, I can tell you. All the things that could go wrong has gone wrong so I’m tired and not especially comfortable.
Let’s hope I get shot of this bloomin’ affliction quickly, but there’s nothing like a safe fart I can tell you. Ha bloody ha!
Take care
Stay safe and warm.
