Last Sunday I spent the day in my Oodie, not going out of my unit or doing anything much, Still recovering from the wobbles.
On Monday I had to force myself up and dressed, was still feeling a bit off but had an appointment to get to. Dietician, who is surprisingly good at acting like she doesn't judge overeating at all and acts like she only cares the important nutrients are being got and can happily overlook all the excess carbs. She did convince me to buy the Monash FODMAP app, which at some stage I have to learn to use.
In the evening I went to Carla and Ian's for chicken stew and D&D. I don't know how long the game will keep going. The DM has done a lot of prep work over many years of preplanning, but we keep going off script and her partner does not seem to be enjoying it. So two marks against the effort she has put in.
I got home and discovered my hot water cylinder in my new build flat was leaking, after only six weeks of use.
Tuesday, my brain poking was moved a little earlier than usual. But fortunately we got distracted and didn't get on to the stuff I had been worried we were up to. Got briefly gone over at the end when he admitted to having finally read the letter from my one session up the hill, and thus some ballpark stuff came up.
Then hurrying home to sit and wait for a plumber due between 1400 and 1700. So I waited and he arrived at 1650ish, was a tiny pimply child and made it worse rather than better. Then my family arrived so I ended up going to Chopsticks101 for dinner out.
Wednesday was again waiting for a plumber, while writing the session for my weekly Pathfinder game. Older plumber turned up and quickly fixed the problem, a cracked pressure valve. No leaking since.
In the evening, after a sandwich for dinner, and got a ride from my dad for my game (so I only had to carry all the books home). Game was fine. Went a bit quick and I ran out of things I wanted them to do while still first level. So we levelled up to kill some time. And I bought belgium biscuit flavoured buns on the walk home - because sugar.
Thursday, I slothed at home until Firmin picked me up for dinner with Simon. Nando's goodness. We didn't hang out after as non-me people have lives and other plans.
Friday morning I had to be at the hospital before 9am - so obviously I barely slept. Fortunately, I was surprisingly non-wobbly. I got up and washed, breakfasted and dressed a bit earlier than I needed to and then had an anxiety attack about bumping into Shitlord's former bestie (who I mostly like, but earlier in the week I was being pestered on a dating app by one of Shitlord's other partners (who I had blocked on facebook when things happened, and who had found me somewhere else)) so slowed myself down.
I got to the pre-appointment ECG and there was a queue. The place was opening an hour later than usual and people had been there waiting for a while. It was still only about ten minutes before I got ECG'd (it was unremarkably fine so far as anyone told me, I stupidly didn't take a snapshot of it while I was carrying the printout around).
[I did that thing I do where I get distracted and don't even get to the point that I had titled the entry for, so now continuing many hours later]
After the ECG there was a long wait until the appointment as the doctor was running late - he walked back and forward with files a bunch of times, and looked pretty busy. Some of it was probably quickly reading through my file.
Meeting was depressing. Pointed out how serious the surgery would be a few times. And fat shamed me so very, very much. (The internet suggests this is fairly normal for anaesthetists.)
Afterward I wondered through town to get blood tests, bumping into my dad on the way. He was standing in uniform on a corner doing the ANZAC poppy thing. After my long wait for the blood tests meat that I got out just as dad was finishing so I got a ride home and escaped the rain that my washing was out in.....
After a quiet afternoon my father and sister turned out for a stressful and exhausting dinner outing (just because family was being difficult - Sampan was fine). And in the early evening my GP had emailed me, asking that I double my dose on the pill I am anxious about taking at all as the blood tests show I am pushing over into full Graves' disease.
Friday night and all Saturday went to playing the new Stellaris update while wearing my Oodie.
This morning I was writing the above when I realised I still had goop from the ECG stickers on me. Revealing I hadn't washed yesterday. I then wasted another day in Stellaris, a game I still don't particular think I enjoy. But then I am not particularly skilled at finding pleasure in things that aren't books or the first build of new Lego. (I really should build my blacksmith.) I also had a podcast series on in the background, Maintenance Phase. It is pretty good. They seem to actually do their research.
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