Poisoned, poisoned and betrayed.....

On Friday I made Bambi soup.  For three days it was all I ate. It was fine.  Once or twice.  But I tired of it.  It became a chore.  I came to hate it.

Single people living alone should not make big slow cooker meals.  But the economics of them are so good.

In the weekend my family visited so my sister could declare she was borrowing my unicorn hoodie for some early child care centre event.  There was not asking.  I almost decided to be a dick about the complete lack of basic manners but realised it wouldn't achieve anything so didn't bother.

On Monday I went swimming for the first time in a few weeks.  With my new meds and a couple of weeks of not exercising the result was that the next day I could barely move.  It was not good.

Though Monday night I got to try a bit of a boardgame I hadn't played before.  Spirit Island was a lot of fun, even if I had little idea what I was doing and was letting someone slightly annoying (maybe that 'slightly' is doing a lot of work) talk down to me more than would normally be acceptable.

After all yesterday feeling very unwell, mostly muscle pain and weakness but also a tiny bit of hay fever making me briefly concerned I had the germs, today I was semi-functional again.  After a slow start I made it in to town in time to run some errands before  a double therapy session to do paperwork.

Oh paperwork.

I had such hopes for it being bureaucratic enough to not be uncomfortable or judgy.  That was not how it went.  Instead I felt judged by pieces of paper for not being the correct type of damaged, and that I should not be being such a bother when I am unworthy of demanding help.  Because my brain.  And also ACC forms.  If I am not physically attacking strangers or making attempts on my own life then why do I even think I need help?

I got home feeling a bit gross, so ordered delivereasy.  I have had orders go a bit wrong a couple of times, but only a little bit wrong.  Tonight the delivery guy gave me a bag that I got inside and realised was clearly not mine, if had the complete wrong things in it and Laura written on the outside.  After messaging a complaint I caved and ate something that looked sort of safe-ish, a satay chicken and vege thing.  It was not safe, I have had a very unpleasant evening since.  So not IBS friendly, but much less obviously poison than the other option in the bag.

I am a bit grouchy.

Hopefully DeliverEasy gives me a refund of some sort as I am pretty unhappy with them.