hurrying underwater
Todayy has been a day of many little parts, all only partially successful. i have a thousand and one things to do before we try to drive to Dublin on Thursday - in what promises to be teeming rain, huzza! - and am insanely busy trying to do it all. Except that I am moving in slow motion. It's like trying to run underwater. I have a list and most of the things got crossed off today but God alone knows how. Obvously my brain ahs been replaced by a micro-black hole which is dilating my personal time.
Went to the doc today to get fresh bloods done. I am so crazy tired that I felt the need to get it checked out. I may have a kidney infection, which would explain a lot, but is far too convenient an answer to be true I suspect. Going to see Dr Harte perks me right up. He is a sweetie! and young and competent and with a sense of humour. He is the only doctor I have ever had that understands that I crack jokes when I am nervous and sick, so humour is not a therefore a sign of well being and a waste of their precious time.
Part of the tiredness is due to DD waking us all at 4.50 this morning. GAH!
Watching House now.
Time for bed.
Went to the doc today to get fresh bloods done. I am so crazy tired that I felt the need to get it checked out. I may have a kidney infection, which would explain a lot, but is far too convenient an answer to be true I suspect. Going to see Dr Harte perks me right up. He is a sweetie! and young and competent and with a sense of humour. He is the only doctor I have ever had that understands that I crack jokes when I am nervous and sick, so humour is not a therefore a sign of well being and a waste of their precious time.
Part of the tiredness is due to DD waking us all at 4.50 this morning. GAH!
Watching House now.
Time for bed.