Let the Debbie see the rabbit

I feel like that old nursery rhyme that we used to sing along to when we were little. Then years later we used to sing it to our own kids teaching them the actions just like our own parents used to do to teach us.
You know the one, 'Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes', but in my case it would be, 'Eyes, cheekbones, nose, top teeth and lungs, teeth and lungs' and that would describe each bit of me that was playing up today... damn it I'm falling apart.
Leaving the lungs out of it, the rest has got to be a sinus infection surely, as I've just finished eye drops bottle number three and they still hurt and itch like crazy?
Still it will make a change to see the doctor tomorrow about something other than my lungs, that will be quite a novelty!

A lot cooler today which has been very helpful, as I am now feeling it after the weekend of entertaining.
Don't get me wrong I love having my family at mine and Oliver did most of the actual cooking part yesterday, I just got it all ready and besides you can not beat his roast potatoes... damn they're good!
You can see I have been indulging in rich food though, as I have two giant zits appeared on my chin, like two horns on a troll, which is probably what I lool like at the moment with my red eyes.
They are probably revenge for eating little Xanthe's Easter Egg, but to be honest, she actually has got a better deal now instead, as I felt so consumed with guilt and chocolate, that I had to go out and buy another and mercifully the Co-op still had some... a cute Winnie th ePoo honey pot all in chocolate complete with bees.

I had a chat with Ruth my head physio today after she beat the crap out of me, about the Coronary Angiogram and admitted to her that I was probably going to be like the shopping trolleys when you try and remove them from their car park... that they clamp down and freeze, only with me it will be my feet refusing to go over the threshold of the Angiogram ward.
Ruth told me very sternly that I must inform them that I am bricking it. I don't know whether that is so they can hold my hand or to all sit on me to stop me jumping off the operating table and legging it!
Believe me, I can move it when needs be, just like a greyhound after a rabbit.

I am off to drink brandy now for medicial reasons only of course, so good night folks.

Lots of love Debbie x