annanotbob2's Diaryland
Diary
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- A blog-pal I've known for about ten years is coming to the city soon and we're going to meet. Despite the horror of the last blog-visiter, I'm really looking forward to this. Yayness abounding, that kind of thing.
- My leg still hurts like fuck. I've been putting aloe vera gel on it, straight from my plant, but it shrinks as it dries and makes everything feel tight. I have no idea if it's healing well as I never had an injury like this before, let alone one caused by a rusty bit of metal. Ah well.
- I had a great melt-down when it was brought to my attention that according to my medical records, I have done the STEPPS programme, which is for people diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, therefore other 'health care providers' have assumed that I have BPD. I don't. This is the concise as fucketty fucking fuck version of an incident which has caused me (and those around me), no end of grief. I will pursue it when I am a bit calmer. Honestly.
- My Younger Daughter has had a flu-type virus all fucking year. I am so worried for her, but then I find out that other people have as well - which doesn't make it any less intolerable, but a maybe bit less scary. Though some of them could be throwing if off about now, I reckon.
- The fucking dog has chewed through her lead, again. She walks quite well a lot of the time but has to stay on the lead as she won't come back when called and I am too old, slow, unfit, bad-tempered and sad, to be chasing round like a cunt after a puppy who won't come back. But she often has little flashes of over-excitement and starts chewing the lead, nipping at my heels and I don't know how to stop her. I had another meltdown on the beach today, when this lead finally fell apart. She didn't run away, so I was able to tie it together, but she just started chewing it again and I was sorely tempted to either a) let her off the lead and go home without her b) kick her hard and/or c) scream and yell at her. I didn't, I just sat and cried and she licked me a bit then started trying to eat the back of my boots so I cried some more. This may not be what 'they' call adulting, but fuck 'them'
I am grateful for; bed, roof, food, car, camera
12:48 a.m. - 28.03.18
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