Fambly

 On Tuesday morning I rolled out of bed and rush, via my mother's work, to Vogel St Kitchen to have breakfast with a cousin and her parents (my aunt and uncle (why am I wording things awkwardly)), along with my mother and transsister (who my mother continues to reliably misgender).  I only had a cinnamon roll as I had got there  a bit late and was worried ordering actual food would leave me eating after people left (a wrong and irrational worry).  It was nice to see them, and to see that my simultaneously favourite and least favourite cousin has mostly grown up to be an entirely likeable person.  They were in town for a family funeral (the other side, so someone I think I only ever met once or twice and that 30 years ago), so it was not all cheerfulness but was still nice.

As I was leaving I chanced into one of my friends, Carla, and ended up walking with her to vote.  Then it was home to spend the rest of the day in my undies watching animated history videos on YouTube.  Oh and also rang and made a phone nurses appointment.  Wen she rang back I got some results, my mass biopsy returning a result of 'benign' which is nice.  And I found out what the weird script was for, it turns out my kidneys are fucked and no-one had bothered to tell me.  Yay for medical professionals caring about informed consent.....

Wednesday, I pottered.  Until mid-afternoon when I went to Countdown to fill the scripts from the specialist.  It was the wrong decision.  After they had taken the scripts the pharmacist (or maybe assistant, it was hard to tell) told me to come back in 45 minutes.  So I spent almost an hour in town window shopping and buying a bunch of stuff a New World before returning to Countdown and finding it still wasn't ready.  Then it turned out the specialist had only given me scripts for a month - which is awkward.

So today I started new meds.  And otherwise mostly just zoned out to YouTube.  Did go for a walk to South D though, to get Firmin-candy for when I see him in the weekend (my trip away plans postponed again, this time because miniature people have illness).