Last night was my husband's Christmas works do, and do be honest neither of us were really up for it. I confess I am the kind you will find at a back of a party sorting out the arrangements (did this at my husband's 40th a few months ago), cleaning up at the end of the evening, (did this on New Year's Eve at a friends), so dressing up and being all smiley with people I know very little about I struggle with. Always have (apparently all us "Williams," have always been like it so relatives tell me), I only really relax when I have had a few and since I have recently been told I am pre-diabetic and have to live like one, so over the Christmas period whilst others have been getting merry I have been attempting to behave myself. Sometimes getting it right, and of course slipping up too!
Last night just turned into pure bloody hell for me on all levels, one of hubby's lovely darling colleagues spoke to me and I confessed to her I wasn't really looking forward to it, but husband and I felt that since we had both signed up before Christmas we should come. This darling lady said oh come on you have to stay for the disco and have a boogie, first big panic, I can't dance for more than a minute, and I don't want to explain about the syringe driver in my pocket and bang on about my health, as it is I feel difficult about the fact that the ladies are all dressed beautifully with wonderful hair, make up and clothes, dowsed in perfume (to which I am already suffering). Then comes the meal, I confess the starter wasn't that great, but each one to their own perhaps the second course will improve. I select the turkey, and one of the waitresses goes to put on the plate stuffing, I have the good sense to question if the stuffing has nuts, it does! She then offers me "pigs in blankets," which I have to decline because she has picked them up with the same tongs as the stuffing. Bloody hell are some people thick or what, I have just stated I have life threatening nut allergy. I choose a few roast potatoes and some carrots, avoid everything else including the gravy in case it is chestnut, yes I could have asked but sorry I don't think any of the staff totally understood allergies, and I didn't wish to draw attention to myself. I head back to my table with my husband, pick at my food but don't really want it, so wrap up the turkey and head out side to Lottie who is in the car. Little madam did cheer me up though because after woofing down the turkey leapt out the car and was prepared to do a runner through the gardens to find Hubby, god that would have been embarrassing if she had gone into the hotel!
Went back into hotel and rejoined hubby and are fellow table mates, who by this point were moving onto dessert, which I too had to avoid because of nut allergy, I feel a total prat sitting there not eating and just want to go. I am at a totally low ebb, my meal has been a disaster, I on diet coke because I am trying to behave myself as per medical advice. Can it get any worse, omg yes it bloody does! Don't get me wrong guys I like a laugh but I do feel very conscious about what is appropriate to discuss about in public or at an event, behind me I having to listen to a certain woman discussing waxing, shaving and other things to do with ladies neither regions (she was very drunk, as usual), I am bordering on mortified, because she is so loud, one thing having discreet conversation at the dinner table, but when others around you can hear it well, just please don't do it! It gets worse though, one of my husband's fellow colleagues partner on our table is slightly tipsy and starts making comments about a gay couple who are also at the event, we know the one half of gay couple, and personally I am quite fond of him, so to hear this person being so rude, was hard to bare. Both his partner and fellow friends tried to shush him, me too politely but he wouldn't let go. I felt deeply upset and knew that if I didn't just get up and walk out, I would say something I would regret, and it would make the others feel rather uncomfortable. So I did just that, got up and walked out without a word with my poor hubby following me.
It is now 4.15 am I can't sleep and I feel bad that I just got up and walked out without a word of goodbyes. Poor hubby will have to go into work on Monday, and face his workmates and explain why we disappeared like we did. I feel really bad for him
It has already been a bad start to the new year, yet more health problems on top of the regular ones, and struggling to study with it. Two thousand word essay on disability, stigma and how health care professionals can improve working practices, by Thursday, and at the moment just feel I can't face it.
God for a couple of hours I just wanted a little bit of normality, instead I do my normal sneak off to the car because it is a damn site easier being with Lottie than it is with humans.
Sorry for this long blog, not one of my funny ones I know, but I needed to get it off my chest, neb time next and maybe a cuddle with the dog!