My name is Atilla the Hun

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum! Why is nothing in my life straight forward? Was I Atilla the Hun or Hitler's love bunny in my previous life, because I must have been something really bad to get this much crap thrown at me on a daily basis.
I'm a nice person honestly, I love my mother 97% of the time and do anything to try and keep her well, safe and happy. I'd take a bullet for my kids even when they've made me cry. I always apologised if I've been rude to anyone, ok that's quite a lot of apologising and I've only ever killed one hedgehog and that was through kindness by feeding it bread, milk and ready brek. How was I to know that they can't digest that, I never forced it to eat two plates full!?

Today's little problem or should I say 'problem' pural were...
1; Still no letter about CAT scan. Specialist's PA said she requested another CAT scan the same day that I cocked up and she hasn't heard nothing as yet. She suggested to me that I also call them, which I did and they haven't heard diddley squat. Must be caught in the system they reckon. Ok so who is telling porkies here, at least I admitted I was a prat?
2; Jobseekers need a sick note to tide me over from work till they sort out my benefits. I requested one from my doctors and it's gone over to the other surgery by mistake.
3; The pension details came through and they won't be paying just yet as they haven't got all my details. Arrrggghh why wait till the day I finished before asking for my divorce papers and bank details etc, why, why????
4; Looks like I could actually have got more money in my lump sum if I had traded some of my pension in. Jack has taken the details away to check it over, before I sign anything bless him, so only half a problem. The real problem was remembering whether I've already agreed to anything?!
5; Had a headache so bad that couldn't even see my mate Lynn who was sitting right next to me and Jack who in front of me was covered in bright lights... weird thing was, my head wasn't hurting that much, just felt whoozy?? Tumour as well now?
I am now going to bed and hopefully when I wake up, there will be blue birds singing outside my window 'Whistle while you work', the three good fairies would make sure that there are envelopes on the doormat all saying that everything is sorted out for me and there will be a pair of red glitter shoes by the side of my bed with a note saying 'click here for Papworth and new lungs!' .... Yeah right.

Lots of love Debbie x