I came and I conquered

Sunday and the day after the day before and I feel like the star in a zombie film.

Actually yesterday went very well in London, well apart from plan A, B and C all going slightly awry and where I went straight to plan V thanks to a slight oversight and a technical hitch.
Plan V being called that because it was Very annoying that my plan C ran out of battery power and Very annoying because I had actually looked at the battery before I left and meant to take a spare one with me. Even with my dodgy memory and my dodgy calculations it had been a while since I had changed it and that would have been plan D, a D battery back up.
Still, I learnt a new skill and that was how to override the pulsar where the battery is stored so I could just get a constant flow. Plus I was able to continue into the wee hours with only a few slight panic attacks, which I think I covered up reasonably well, mainly because everyone on the party bus was drunk and without me suffering any major problems!

We were a few minutes late getting to the Ice Bar thanks to a large queue of people needing the toilet at Brenda's, but as I was one of those naughty people, I'm not complaining. The amount of fizz that we were all drinking on the party bus, had to come out some time and there were bottle corks popping off non stop on the two hour journey there.
Thankfully a sober person hung back to push me to the bar as the other willing drunken friends who were all offering, I was not going to let anywhere near me. Believe me, London buses whizzing past you when you are in a wheelchair at a zebra crossing is a very scary thing, let alone if you are reliant on a person whose judgements are severely compromised!
When we arrived at the bar, a very kind attendant covered me in a large thermal cloak and pushed me straight into the Ice bar room even though I said I'd get out and walk in.
It was lovely in there, although a lot colder than I remembered from last time, especially as someone knocked my drink off the bar straight into my lap within ten minutes of arriving, while I was trying to adjust my gloves properly! I'd only had one sip as well... dammit! The trousers which I had hurriedly dried the night before, were drenched again... bummer.

Our meal which was served in the fire themed restaurant, was lovely, rich and very tasty. Plus it was nice to warm up again. In fact I was a little bit grateful in the end to being pushed straight in, as my feet were safely up off the ground on footplates where everyone else's were complaining of how cold their feet were. I guess I was lucky after all that my offer to walk in was rejected by the kind attendant.
The journey back to the two party buses was a little bit more hair raising, as everyone had been drinking by then and Derek who was the in charge of me, took off with my face in Gforce, across the road just as the lights were changing... dear god, I am so thankfully that looks are deceiving and he can run a lot faster than the mean looking taxi driver with the evil glint in his eye thought!

Today, all alarm clocks were turned off and this mumma was not going anywhere. I did attempt to get up at 10am, but decided just to perform my drug routine and to record my stats on the docobo as missing it twice, might have earned me a telling off from the Respiratory team and then I went back to bed, rolled over to go back to sleep. Bliss.
I didn't wake up until the bed stopped feeling warm and toasty, and my sore throat (from singing 'Build me up Buttercup' on the way to London obviously!) really needed a big cup of tea desperately.
So I did it and I enjoyed 95% of it and best of all I have more lovely memories to treasure when the going gets tough, which I suspect it will.
I love you Julie for giving me that extra push when I doubt myself, but also knowing when to back off too.
Big hugs angel xxx

Lots of love Debbie x