If I promise to be very good and not swear anymore, please let me have an easier day tomorrow otherwise I'll hold up my hands and surrender.
To start with this morning low stats yet again. Next no parking space so had to drive down to the next car park, heave the wheelchair out the boot and push that so I had something to lean on to get to my building and with my brolly balancing over my shoulder as of course it decided to drizzle.
Next on the list, send in non stop students and then make our computers crash, crash again and again and again. To add a bit of spice, make the appointments we made earlier disappear off the screen just to confuse us all.
Enough was enough. At the moment I am the poster girl for low esteem apart from the fact, I'm not good enough to go on the posters and I did a girl thing and cried. How stupid can I get. By the time our boss came back it was all quiet, Sam went home shattered and I was hollow.
Of course the creme de la creme was the fact I got in the lift to go home and realised my handbag was still on my desk in the office with my ID card in it so I couldn't get back upstairs, so more tears welling up.
My mother had given up waiting for me to make her dinner and put a frozen ready made meal in to cook herself after I rang her from the car where I was stuck in traffic. But when I did arrive she was struggling to cut the roast beef that was still icy cold in the middle. Oh lord now I'm going to give her food poisoning. I managed to stop her before she ate it and finished cooking it while I prepared her dessert and got her lunch ready for tomorrow and she gave me her shopping list for tomorrow, but lucky me, she said I did't have to get it tonight.
I'm tired, my nose is sore from wearing the nose specs for longer today and my head hurts. I am going to pour myself a large glass of wine and lie to the 'Docobo' when it asks did I drink when I got stressed today. It's nearly nine and my dinner is still cooking, so maybe I just say sod it and have two glasses of wine!
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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