annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another rainy night A mixed day, starting with the bathroom mirror falling off the wall and shattering all over everything. It woke me up with a jolt. I thought it must have been Bob (cat) knocking things off the draining board as she came through the window, but I realised she was curled up asleep with me on the sofa, so it couldn't have been her, which was OK, so I went back to sleep. The lipids clinic - ach, I wish I knew much much more or much much less about pharmaceuticals. This kind of article leaves me full of indignation and absolutely terrified to either take or not take statins (also my new anti-depressant, which I should have started this morning). I was so agitated by the time I finally got to the doc that I could hardly speak, but did manage to blurt out that I have severe anxiety and that I'd be OK in a bit, which I was. Not OK enough to really follow what she was saying, and I've now gone and scared myself by googling familial hypercholesterolaemia, which I'm being tested for. Bollocks. A little knowledge is indeed a dangerous thing. When I came home it was to an empty house! Daughter went back to London! Woo-ness and hoo-ness abounding, despite a bathroom full of broken glass. It's a bit like this now: but first I had to drive up to ED's to go to grandson's school for a presentation thingy that was v important to him. Bless him, he's a good kid. I took the airbed to stay the night but couldn't face an evening with SIL. At some point I will have to steel myself to ask him what plans he has for the future, given my daughter's deteriorating condition, but I'm not there yet. There's something about his silence and expressionless face that I find totally intimidating, so I need to be properly psyched up. So I drove home, knackered and sorrowful but not agitated. YD arrived at her home to find the results of those four essays that did all our heads in over the summer. She got firsts!!! Fucking hell - I was so not expecting that - what a girl! Grateful for: peace; hope; bbc iplayer; an empty diary tomorrow; a warm bed. laters xx 11:28 p.m. - 24.09.12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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