Making A List And Other Stuff

Had one of those down in the dumps days today...but it's going now... so that's alright.

No reason of course...nothing horrible has happened in our street...or at home. It's just a little black cloud that occasionally settles over my head and whispers nasty things in my ear...

Away to see the Consultant next Tuesday so I'll tell her and I daresay Lemon Face will raise her eyebrows skyward and heave a heavy sigh...she sort of lurks you see, in a corner of the consulting room...just out of my line of sight, so I can't pull faces at her or wave my hands about, adorned with finger-nails painted in almost black nail varnish, just to annoy her.

Making a list this time of queries and questions so that I don't forget to ask the Consultant important stuff...usually do and remember when we're half-way home. Or when we've stopped for petrol and I'm wondering whether to get a sandwich or not...

Made a list the last time I needed to visit the Doctor...he was desperate to read it himself...I kept it at arm's length 'cos it said 'Don't forget Tatties' closely followed by' ask about saline for neb' and all that sort of thing...I'd put Tena Lady on the list as well and I didn't want Doc knowing about the need for those...not yet anyway. I told him he'd not be able to read my handwriting and shoved the bit of paper back in my pocket quickly...

We haven't been for our 'flu jabs yet...Himself loathes injections and makes an unholy fuss before we go...he only went last year because I told him he'd have to go into hospital if he caught 'flu because I'd never be able to look after him...he said looking at the huge needle in my neck when I was in ICU made him feel quite unwell...told him it didn't do much for me actually. He'll keep looking at his arm when he's had it done you know...half hoping there'll be an enormous blister or an abscess...even a bruise would do.

Then he could say 'I told you so' with a clear conscience...