Anyway....

 "GASP! Will we get to use your Blue Badge?!" excitedly asked the teen. I told her it was unlikely as there were plenty of parking spaces and we weren't going to take very long. The disappointment.... 

My brain is jumping around trying to work out what day it is. Yesterday (Monday) my head thought it was Thursday - and I ended up quite disappointed it wasn't (Taskmaster, yay) - today it's confused and not bothering. Although on saying that, I'm due at the hospital this afternoon for an appointment we're confused as to what it's about. 

(extra sidenote, our nurse had no idea she had an appointment with me so she was elsewhere for a while as well)

Anyway, everything seems to be done that needs to be. I need to have two blood clot blood tests every year to check everything is working and I need to get (one of my many) prescriptions switched from the hospital to my GP. 

So now we move onto prep for next week's appointments....

Then There's Other Stuff

I am not about to mouth off about my family, though by starting this that way I'm directing you there. Don't listen to me, ok?

ANYWAY.

The teen asked if she could be dropped off at the park when we were driving home this afternoon. I pointed out she had homework that needed doing and I wasn't happy with her priorities. She pointed out the homework wasn't due in school for a few days. 

Which then left me in the position of being quiet and hoping the husband would decide instead of me.

The teen promised she would be home by 5.30 (it was more like 5.45) and would do her homework when she got in - which is mostly done but there's still some bits that are outstanding.

We've hit that 'wants to be with her friends' phase which is fine - they all hang out in the local parks. Two days of it is quite a lot although it wasn't denied. 

I guess I'm not used to how quickly the change happened! 

Clean Clean

So for goodness knows how long (we're talking years here) dirty clothes end up on the floor, screwed up in a ball which clearly indicates there's no way it's getting worn again until it has been washed. 

However.

Husband is very tidy. He tidies everything. Everything. 

So all those clothes which were screwed up in a ball on the floor have been picked up, occasionally placed on a coathanger and generally just exist to confuse me forevermore. 

So to remedy this I've put everything* in the wash. 

* not absolutely everything, that'd be silly. 

Date to Date

So of course I checked in with one of my neuro nurses to make sure I hadn't missed any appointments. Except every single appointment was correct. When I looked at my list it didn't even seem as bad. Which leaves me wondering....

Could I see the same thing twice but it's different both times?

I know that sounds ridiculous. 

But it's the only thing that makes sense.

It's a bit weird. 

Argggghhhh

I think it may have finally happened. I am getting so many appointment letters, so many alerts on the app, so many texts asking me to book appointments that I no longer know what I'm doing any more. I have appointments I didn't know about and ones which I thought I had logged which no longer exist. 

Fortunately I have a neuro phone call tomorrow so I'm going to go over what I have to make sure I've not missed anything - or logged anything twice. 

The upside of all this is the appointments are in the new cancer centre, Sutton Oak Cancer Centre which is nice and spacious and bright - and it seems quite efficient in there too. 

Anyway, it took nearly a year, but here I am, confused. Ready to work it all out! 

Labelling

I've often struggled with labels. For example, if someone was, say, trendy. I'm definitely not trendy, and wouldn't use the label - but there are people out there who might. 

Fast forward to yesterday and my Blue Badge arrived in the post (hurrah!). On the back of the plastic thing you hold it in it says "Disabled Person's Parking Disc" which is.... a label. Do I think I'm a disabled person? No. Does Croydon Council think I am? Yes. Am I bothered by this? A little, but then I guess it's also learning to accept labels - and maybe I'm not because I don't think of myself as disabled - but actually I am. 

Anyway, because I have a blue badge now I used it in the school car park last night in the disabled spot. Mainly so I had done it once and it wouldn't be "a thing" next time. It wasn't a "thing" last night really, so I guess that means we're all good? 

I'm still too scared to try to use it on double yellows, mind. 

Hungry Like the 53 Year Old Woman I Am

I vowed if I was near the laptop and hungry I'd blog, so here I am.

I'm SO hungry. I had my usual lunch, I've had a mid-afternoon biscuit because I was still so hungry. Yet I'm still hungry, needing food for my groaning, croaky stomach which is making sure I don't forget it needs feeding. It's a bit of a pain. 

My hunger needs are definitely on the side of "feed me NOW" (a la Little Shop of Horrors) - though I am able to not eat. Then I just think about food - which we don't have as much of as I've been eating. Plus - diabetes.

I'm also annoyed as the Eat Real multipack crisps I'd been buying no longer seem to be available at my online shopping place. I don't have the energy to check all the local supermarkets so am doing without or am just splitting a large bag into smaller portions. Not quite the same but btter than nothing I guess....

I have more than enough to eat at lunchtime, it's the steroids switching my appetite around again I think.