Here's the thing... if you are told that your brand spanking new TV, which you didn't actually want to buy in the first place, but did because your mother's set had died and she was point blank refusing to buy another, so I offer to buy a new one so she can have my semi new one... if you're told it will arrive sometime between 7am and 7pm that's annoying enough, but to arrive at 8.45pm? Durr hello?!
I had to doze on the bed again fully dressed in case he came dead on 7am and then get Julie in to house sit while I went to physio for an hour in the afternoon at St Mike's.
Oliver took my TV around to mother's as she had the hump that she was now into day four of watching TV in her bedroom and she wasn't happy.
Oliver couldn't set that up as apparently her aerial lead had two male and a female conectors and apparently I needed two male pieces... hello are we speaking another language here?
Bless Derek, as he happened to have one in his shed, I won't ask why.
Mother now happy.
My friend arrived a hour early for her meal and walked in on all this fiasco.
The AWOL TV set arrived at 8.45pm and at 9.15pm, I was begging Derek to make his second rescue mission of the night and put it all together for me. Cracking picture though!
I also had the doctor who came out to see mother yesterday on the phone this afternoon and I have a sneaky feeling that she had the hump big time with me for getting her out.
The call was about my latest test results which Hannah and Ruth asked me to send in and it she gave the impression that she was not impressed with them doing so.
Luckily it had come back ok, well apart from my pseudemonas to which she said while yawning that 'there was no chance of eradicating it.'
Now I know that and I know that she has just has just been on maternity leave with her first baby and she could have been up all night, but maybe I'm being paraniod, but it sounded like a case of 'whatever' there to me.
Next time my sister moans that there is a different problem concerning mother nearly every day, I will probably have to go and stick my head in a cupboard to keep quiet!
Lots 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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