When is a Chinese takeaway not a Chinese takeaway? When it's scrambled egg and bacon, because you are too tired to go down the road to the local Chinese and buy your dinner.
Maybe they might have delivered if I'd asked, but then I didn't want to get my hopes up only to have them brutally dashed when they said no can do you lazy git.
I am tired from not sleeping properly for worrying in case mother telling the truth about having diarrhoea last night and that I'd be battered to death by my sister, as she always arrives at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning when she trod in it.
She was in a mood, but luckily not because of clearing up crap, more because mother was confused about how many of her tablets she had taken and my sister isn't the most patient of people.
Also I had woken up with a sore eye. It looks like I'm revisiting my youth, as it appears I have a sty coming up, hence why I have a sore eye that feels like someone has poked me in the eye. Unless my mother has found my missing door keys and came over when I was sleeping in between her bouts of diarrhoea and jabbed me while I slept. Great is this karma for trying to help someone?
Jean brighten up my morning with chocolate muffins, but as I have a huge muffin top at the moment, I soon felt guilty after she left.
In between mother's meals and tablet taking, which thankfully mother was beginning to feel a tad better after an afternoon nap and realised that I was only looking after her best interest. Anyway Barbara took me to Freeport in my last desperate push to find my eldest pants that he wanted for his birthday. I say push in all senses of the word as Barbara not only got my humping great wheelchair in mini, but also she pushed my humping great body around and she's only little bless her. Ok she did take a few shop displays with us on route, but she did do very well for a first outing with me and the chair and then she treated me to coffee and biscuits! Just hope her back is ok tomorrow.
I'm beginning to think I should have been born a Catholic with all this guilt that I have inside me at the moment... Oo maybe that's why I'm so fat?!
I'm going to start a new diet... a guilt free diet!
Los 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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