Artist?

So I noticed a while ago that a few of the Instagram influencers that I followed when I first started using the site have faces that really annoy me now.

I have solved the why of it.  At the time I added influencers who appealed to me through a filter of my favourite face at the time.  It means they they have staled as Shitlord face became a negative rather than a positive.  I realised I follow a bunch of people who look sort of like my ex, all added when he was just my oft-absentee current.

Stupid my brain.

Anyway....

On Friday I went aquajogging with Tina in the morning.  it was good to catch up with her, I have seen too little of her thins year and I like to pretend I am a passable friend.  I am not anywhere near as there-for-her as I ought be.  After swimming we went along to an art therapy place she was curious about.  She talked to her friend there who makes amazing everythings, and I somehow ended up signing up.

Saturday I went to the Halloween party/housewarming of Oli's cousin Wobbly and hid dick pics (photos of famous Richards) around her house to fit the reverse heist theme.  And I caught the bus home, using my Bee card for the first time, so I had an excuse to leave the party at 2200.  I had been woken up the night before my muscle cramps so an early night seemed important.  The muscle cramps became a trend for the nights following.

Sunday.... I had a PJ day and achieved nothing.  Spades of nothing.

Yesterday, Dad was randomly in town for I know not what reason.  So we went for lunch, which was semi-crashed by that guy I went on a accidental date with about a month ago (so maybe I haven't put him off as completely as I thought and not sure if that is a good thing or if I should try harder at being off-putting).

Today I have done all the things.

Too many things.

I got up as early as my body would let me and went to a morning writing group at that art place.  Then stuffed around, and had lunch and an awkward medical phonecall, before a HIP appointment, which might be the last one as she didn't book me in for another at the end this time.

The awkward medical phonecall was my general medicine registrar getting back to me with my CT scan results.  The ones he received a day or two after the scan.....  So he is ultra-prompt on follow up.  Seems the tumour on my thyroid isn't just going around my neck but is also in my chest cavity.  So at some point it will start interfering with breathing or swallowing and I will require "reasonably major" surgery.  So that is fun.

After the HIP appointment I had my regular writing group that is really just a chat about nerd pop culture.  And then I went to an art exhibition opening and had some Barkers pseudo-Ribena while looking at art.  Then I got Paasha and made a mess of myself eating it on the walk home.