Ditto

So Tina dropped me home from the outing with Giffy and family, and I was utterly out of spoons.  So I blobbed in front of my TV, opened up TVNZ on demand and for some reason opened its OutTV 'channel'.  Some terrible homo dating show ran for a while as I did some nothing.  And every ad break was the Ending HIV ad about the free toothbrush with the at home testing kit.  So I went to the website to get myself a toothbrush.  The site says one every six months so I fill out all the forms honestly and it then prude-shams me and says I don't qualify for two rainbow toothbrushes a year as I don't have enough of a sex life for them to consider me to need regular testing.

Rude.

So rude.

Thursday, first thing I decided I needed to uncover and air my weird weeping allergic reaction as having it covered wasn't stopping it leaking.  I hate my stupid body.

Then I met Oli outside his work at lunch time to get satay soup and chat.  Then i had a bit of time to kill so squeezed Lego bags at Farmers to find another centaur, then stopped at EB Games and saw they had a new box of an old series but I was rushed as I realised I was now going to be late to my doctor's appointment so in my rush I bought an Olympic athlete instead of a viking.  I felt the spear and got cocky.

I made it to my doctor's office, for my last appointment with him, exactly on time.  If a bit walk and sweaty from hurrying.  We had a chat about why he was leaving - and I can't fault any of it.  And he lowkey encouraged me to think of changing to a different office (though not the one he is going to, which isn't taking new people).  Then we went through the list I had brought of symptoms I thought might be caused by my new meds.  Combined with my blood tests results I was apparently just proving I have Graves' disease now.  But none of the weight loss it is famous for.

Friday I didn't leave the house.  But a friend visited for a few hours in the afternoon between his shifts, to return my Neverwhere DVDs and borrow Good Omens instead.  I make people watch the good things.  

In the evening I made sensible stir fry dinner.  Like a mother fucking adult, mother fucker.

Today, I wanted to do nothing but my family turned up and made me go out for lunch.

Just as I got home from getting very frustrated with my sister, I realised I had a text reminding me I had a BBQ to go to, on a wet and thundering day.

Bridget picked me up and it was off to see the new-build house of friends (who are more Oli's relatives than actually friends of mine) as Mel was back from London and it had been her birthday.  It was a pretty good night, even with far, far too many children.  I was only entirely childless adult there (the one other non-parent has a step-kid).  It was loud and chaotic.

My brain doesn't love the noise of children.

I am blaming it for how bad my tinnitus is tonight.  On which note I should be sleeping.