I have been a bit absent on Bazblog as I have:
- Wasted an inordinate amount of time trying to sort out my webpage – I am being plagued by ad ins and plug ins – Help. Can I call IT? “No love, we don’t do personal admin”, dammit.
- I have been working (shush – my partner isn’t supposed to know – apparently it’s wasting mental energy that could be helping my stomach muscles repair – still I am sure he wouldn’t say no to a shag – hypocrite – I digress.
- Been a bit fed up. Still can’t walk properly and definitely can’t do the Bazmarch, can’t sleep due to lack of Bazmarching and sick of people telling me to rest – Its BORING AS FUCK!
So now trying to be positive (I don’t feel it), in 13 days I have the following things to look forward to:
- Driving – whoop whoop – I can be independent again and drive myself to Costa for extravagant coffees and mayne pop to TK to buy shit I don’t need (It doesn’t count because its a bargain). Negative side, no excuse not to go into work. Apparently, I am presenting an award at a Black Tie do in 3 weeks. Can’t see that happening. Wobbly in heels on a stage – Bazblog disaster in the making.
- I can have a bath. I LOVE baths. Boiling hot water soaking away the daily grind until one of the kids comes in for a poo.
- Maybe I can go in a hot tub? Potentially positive unless it is full of boring twats disturbing the peace.
- Maybe I can go swimming. I also love swimming. Have done all my life. I am hoping submerging my head will take away my post op anxiety after being scared to death by health professionals about my “major surgery” and prolapse risk (why did no one warn me of this pre op??)
- Drink copious amounts of alcohol – already doing that!
- Hoover! Hoovering, I forgot about hoovering. God I have missed the simple ability to hoover up the constant shit scattered all over my floors – simple pleasures – a clean house! I tried to get the kids to do it, they demanded exorbitant pay, tried to haggle over alloted floor space and missed most of the debris. I have had to pay a cleaner every week but have now run out of money due to a plethora middle class outgoings (ADHD coach – don’t get me started).
- Apparently, I can resume normal sexual activity – that can’t be right. Surely that’s 12 weeks?
This is me “resting” – dressed in grey to match my mind