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The Day I Was Not as Well as I Thought I Was

on Jan 3, 2016

Thought I was feeling better today. Had a lie-in, did some homework (the reproductive system – mad lolz) and revision with S, and then M came home with the groceries and I put stuff away and ended up doing my gross vom-cough I-can’t-catch-my-breath-thing for twenty intense minutes. Not fun. Not at all. I spent most of yesterday in bed, willing myself to get better. I don’t cough as much if I’m still, so I did a lot of computery stuff from the comfort of my bed (new logo – yay!), balanced the budget etc., watched the new Sherlock episode and then a lot of Grey’s Anatomy (again). The boys went to the footie, so it was essentially just Wesker and me lying in bed, chilling. It was nice. M came home with a KFC bucket. I felt better. Apparently not, though. So I’m back in bed. S has Chemistry revision to do, so I’m doing it with him. Am trying...

The Day I Saw in the New Year Vomiting

on Jan 2, 2016

Coming back from a New Year Dim Sum meal on New Year’s Eve, I experienced the only grown-up asthma attack I’ve ever had. It was bizarre. One moment I was fine; we visited our parents, and stopped to pick up some groceries on the way. Next thing I know, I’m throwing the car door open to vomit. Not because I felt sick, but because I was struggling so hard to catch my breath, and coughing so hard, I threw up. Four times. Ew. I hadn’t even had anything to drink. I don’t think about being asthmatic much. It affects me when I try and work out, or I’m tackling a steep hill or something. And if I get a cold or sore throat, nine times out of ten, it works its way down onto my chest, and I get some kind of infection. But this thing? It’s 100% asthmatic. And it’s terrifying me. I’ve been feeling this way since mid-November. I had a cold, which...

The Day With The Surprise Revelations

on Jan 26, 2015

Today was quiet; low-key. I made it into work, and even did some work, but I can’t say that I wasn’t delighted when the clock struck four and I was able to duck out. My sore bits still throb, and all I wanted was a hot water bottle, pyjamas and someone to mainline Yorkshire Tea for me. I did tackle my tax self-assessment however, which I’d been procrastinating over since before Christmas. Every year it terrifies me, and again – for some reason I cannot fathom – I’ve got a rebate of several hundred pounds. Last year it was several thousand, which was freakin’ amazing, and helped pay for our holiday last year. This year’s surprise refund will also go towards the vacation fund, though unless M can secure himself some overtime, I’m not entirely sure it’ll be enough to get us to foreign shores again. We’ll see, though. Each...

Protected: The Day With Not Growing Up

on Jan 14, 2015

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

The Day With Lots of Sleep

on Jan 6, 2015

7.30pm last night, I get a call from my husband. He’d popped out to the car during his break and now it won’t start. It’s not chugging, or clicking, or anything. Key turns and there’s an abundance of sweet fuck all. Marvellous. Even though I knew I’d have to wake him again at 9.45pm, I sent S to bed anyway. He’s eleven, and whilst he might think he’s totally grown up and able to stay up until 10pm without issue, I’m his mother and I know damned well that he turns into the antichrist if he chips so much as even an hour off his ten-hours-a-night sleep schedule. So I wake him, bundle him up in his onesie and a slanket – just for good measure – and we make the fifteen minute journey to M’s place of work. I am so glad he doesn’t work forty-five minutes away any more. Get there, with my brother tailing behind as he has...

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