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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!

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

No cake will pass my lips

Shall I have a lie in or shall I get up in the vain hope that the garage chappie will arrive early without pre calling... that was the question. The answer was I got up early and he arrived late the git. I never call it right do I, if I had the lie in he would have caught me with hair sticking out everywhere, dribble tide mark down my chin and still walking like an Aunt Sally from Frinton!

He called to say he was on his way about 10am and then an hour later he called again to say he was just leaving??? Er durr who called me the first time then? It was him, but apparently the garage with stuffed full of cars and mine was right at the back... yeah right and the tooth fairy is my twin sister.

Anyway car back and covered in kisses from me, with promises that I will never let some nasty thug hurt him again. Yes my car is male, because when it goes wrong, I can blame him! Believe me if I find out who snapped off my wing mirror, they will be housing a man hole cover where the sun don't shine.

Off to the opticians next and I give them their due, no one hid behind the counter and even the lady with the sweet squeaky voice kept smiling at me, ok it was a bit forced and a bit scary, but that will do for me. The optician in fact was very kind to me and seemed to take me seriuosly. I don't care if he was standing behind the door giving me lots of V signs and blowing raspberries as I walked out, he convinced me that he cared and is sending my glasses off to be checked. Bless him, but I guess you got to feel sorry for a woman who looks like an extra from Dr. Who and walks like a senile geisha.

Decided to really try hard to lose some weight today as a few extras found their way into my mouth yesterday. Why is it the moment you know you are dieting, the food that you always cook just doesn't feel enough? I usually eat very healthy for my main meal anyway, it's just all the rest of the crap that I consume that isn't healthy. So why did my salmon, green beans, asparagus and broccoli spears with hot beetroot not taste enough? There was plenty there, but the basil infused olive oil didn't quite fuse all the ingredients together quite as well as mayonnaise does.
Ann popped in on the way from Scouts with a sticky bun for me... Oh god I so could have eaten that, but I didn't and now I am regretting it as I'm soooooooooo hungry!
I have got to lose a couple of inches off my stomach. I have a huge black bruise on the side of my stomach and for the life of me I cannot remember catching it on anything, which rather leads to the conclusion that I have so much fat on that area that the offending object that bruised me must have bounced off the fat after leaving it's calling card! I reckon I have gained a stone since Christmas when I was last on steroids and I'm bound to go on them again this winter and I cannot afford to gain another stone. The battle of the bulge is well and truly on!

Lots of love Debbie x

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