I want a duvet day

Ah bum...

I spoke to my specialist's secretary first this morning and no wonder I haven't heard from Papworth, as my letter hasn't gone to them yet because of the angiogram hold up.
To say that piece of information hit me like a lead balloon was an understatement.
I couldn't even cry, just sat cross legged on my bed in a stunned silence.
Thinking logically, I don't know why I even thought it had gone through as the NHS move at a different pace to the rest of us. But they had the tests results for a while now, so I'm hoping that this delay isn't due to the fact that she has been on holiday for the last week or more and the results or the letter has been sitting there. That would be too cruel.
Ah well brush yourself down and start all over again and again and again.

At least my pension has been paid into the bank, so that's something going right for me. In fact it wasn't even late, just me being thick and not realising that today was actually the last day of the month not yesterday.
The system goes that you get paid on the last day of every month, unless that day falls on a weekend or a bank holiday and then its paid in on the nearest Friday.
So it was a case of me being thick and my brain not working properly again.

Not very chatty today I'm afraid. I just feel like I'm going through the motions today, putting on a brave face and that tonight when the light is turned off and I feel completely on my own, I will probably have a good weep then.

Lots of love Debbie x