“Yeah, so it IS an artificial tree. But it’s an M&S artificial tree… ”
LOL. 😀
Cool and damp this morning, after a cold night. A bit rainy and the wind is just starting to pick up a bit. which storm is this one . . . Barry? Take care out there, peeps.
Moan alert! You are not obliged to read any further. 😉
So – Had an annoying sort of a week. Stomach trouble kicked up for 3 days, and just after that I went for a mammogram and strained my back again:
When I made the mammogram appointment I was told it was a Mobile Unit at the local hossie, so I asked specifically where outside the Hossie the unit was sited and if there were steps or ramp access. Was told “It’s in the car park” and “There are two or three steps”.
THAT I can handle on a ‘good day’, which it was, so we didn’t bother taking the wheelchair.
Where was it in reality? The opposite side of the hossie from the rear car park and well away from even a drop-off point (had to walk through the hossie and out the main door to get to it), and there were ten slippery metal steps and a slippery wet metal hand rail – where, as the Brucie Bonus, I couldn’t tell the nearest door was the ‘Exit only’ until I’d hauled myself to the top of the stairs one step at a time and carrying walking stick in off-side hand, at which point I had to go back down, walk around to the far side of the unit and then haul myself up the other flight of steps to the Entrance.
Having reassured the Radiographer only an hour before that I was Covid-free and generally uninfected I sat on the waiting chair coughing and wheezing for the next 3 minutes like a patient in a TB ward! Upshot of which – laid up in bed again for with a crap back.
Luckily it recovered enough for us to make it to the GP for our Boosters on Saturday – straight in, jabbed, 15 minute ‘observation’ and then home again, lickety-split. Very efficient. But now poor old DH has had a mild reaction and is all limp and sickly and I’m reviving him with mugs of coffee and restorative chocolate Hobnobs. 🙂