Got up eight thirty and washed and dressed ready to go and visit the elderly lady I hoover for on a monday, got to bus stop somehow as I was in a daze and my stomach was cramping, I felt sick. I had to come back home and felt awful at ringing her and letting her down.
Also have a cough and a wheezey chest which means I dare not go near the old gentleman this week as he has only just got over a bad one. Cant see my grandson either till chest clears up as he has cystic fibrosis and again I cant go near him if i have a cough.
Thats me up sh creek without a paddle this week.
Just rang doc and at last the result about the H pylori confirmation has come through from gastric surgeon so I will be able to get some meds and anti biotics for that today and hopefully clear up this stomach thing altogether.
Realised as I emerge from fog that I am dressed rather wierdly in palazzo pants(black) baggy purple /blue/black smocky thing , one of those cardis(violet) with the long flappy bits that hang down over which I had plonked a short jacket , =topped off with a purple wooly hat( b ecause I had not washed my hair) and dolly shoes completed the ensemble.
Feeling depressed and sad about all of you who have to be going through the nightmare process of claiming bens right now and lucky that hub works so I dont have to work or claim.
My hugs and prayers to all ofyou who have to fill in a form or attend an interview today.