The Day I Still Had 100% of my Nasal Growths
Added at 9:31pm and filed under health
There were no beds available. Heh. Surgery’s now been rescheduled for next Tuesday where, of course, this could happen all over again then too.
But on the plus side, at least I get to experience my thirty-third (OMFG) birthday sans two black eyes and a nostril packed with gauze. Silver linings, guys – they’re always there …
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The Day I Was Living With An Asshat
Added at 5:35pm and filed under Not impressed, health
My husband is such a fucking cock sometimes.
I’m sat up here in our bedroom because I don’t want to be anywhere near him right now. I know that’s not the healthiest way to deal with an argument but let’s face it, I’m not healthy, so I’m hardly going to start conforming now. Besides: sitting up here gives me time to fester on our row and enable me to think up cutting, seething one-liners five hours after the event. That’ll learn him.
At this point my post should come with some kind of awesome story illustrating why my husband is a cock but you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because it doesn’t matter to him and that, dear reader, is the whole fucking problem. If it’s not important to him ergo it apparently doesn’t matter to anyone of us.
UH NO – WRONG. YOU ARROGANT ASSHAT, YOU.
So rather than spending my last day of freedom before my operation out in the 3D world, having lunch, doing a bit of window shopping and maybe even picking up the odd birthday present for me, we’ve spent the last five hours studiously avoiding each other and stomping around the house. And instead of letting me get something nice that I wanted for my birthday, I’ll now get shit I don’t want from Amazon, with whatever he doesn’t buy from there he’ll pick up ON OFFER from fucking Tescos. And while Amazon and Tescos are perfectly fine places to get somethings, they’re not ideal for finding gifts for your partner of FIFTEEN YEARS WHEN SHE GOES INTO FUCKING HOSPITAL FOR THE SECOND TIME IN SIX MONTHS PROMPTLY RUINING EVERY BIRTHDAY PLAN SHE HAD THIS YEAR.
And yes, I’m aware that this makes me sound like an ungrateful, selfish cow. But you’ll have to forgive me if I come across that way considering I’m upset and scared and worried about this stupid surgery and feeling as though I could utterly do without him on top of already having my birthday cancelled this year thanks to an unidentifiable growth in my fucking nostril.
I repeat: he’s a cock.
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Le Jour je Suis Retourné de Mes Vacances
Added at 8:19am and filed under bff, family, health, travel
It rained every single day we were in France.
Admittedly, we didn’t go for the weather. You may remember that some of our very best friends moved out for a new life last year, so our trips across the water are always more about spending time with them than soaking rays or doing touristy things. That said, it would’ve been nice to have left the house a couple of times. When it’s raining non-stop, the satellite TV doesn’t work and the electricity kept shutting down … well, you can imagine. Thankfully we managed to survive the cabin fever without resorting to either homi- or suicide, though, and that means I’m less apprehensive about our week camping with them at the end of July. Clearly we can exist in harmony in very close quarters without pissing each other off. Yay.
The boys had so much fun though. Following the first night we were there, I woke at 10am – HOLY CHRIST THAT’S LATE WHEN YOU HAVE CHILDREN – and actually panicked; why hadn’t he woken up us? Was S okay? Where the hell was he? AARGH! and went running about in a frenzy to find him. I eventually found them in A’s bedroom, sitting quietly on their beds playing Ben 10. I slammed into the room, dramatically throwing open the door, and they both looked up as though there was something wrong with me. It does beg the question why S can’t leave us the hell alone when he wakes up at home, but it was nice to have some recovery time each morning from the vin and late night talking.
And talk we did. We always do. :) Much like our friends in Brighton, they’re a pleasure to be around, and we all get on – the Mums, the Dads, the boys. It’s so, so rare to find good quality friends whom everyone likes. It’s for that reason that I was determined to retain links even when they moved away. The fact that we now had free accommodation in a gloriously rural part of western France was merely a bonus. Honest. :p
Anyway, we did have an afternoon of sunshine the day we were scheduled to come home. We went for a brief walk, taking in the fields and woodland around their very rural home, and in the 23.5 minutes I was in the sun I managed to burn my cleavage to a crisp. /facepalm How embarrassingly British of me. Still, despite the rain and electrics fun and not getting home until 2am on Wednesday even though I had an two hour commute to make at eight a.m. the same day, we all had a brilliant time, so much so that we booked impromptu flights to POP back for a couple of days in mid-July. More yay!
Coming home was a bummer, though. I opened the door to find a letter from the hospital on the doormat confirming that my nasal operation is scheduled for this coming Tuesday. Happy Birthday, Vixx – here, have SURGERY, the gift that keeps on giving and fucks up your birthday weekend plans!
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