Monday was spent in the ER. A bit of a saga but I came home with a headache after the flight from Ireland on Tuesday last week. The first couple of days I was calling it Over Tiredness and Jet Lag. There’s no one who can make an excuse not to see a doctor better than me. It’s a very weird headache. If I lie still I can talk, eat, read, watch tv … anything but move. Every time I moved it was excruciating but if I stayed still, no problem. Nuts huh?!
So by Sunday I was thinking maybe I need to go to the doctor. That’s how bad it was. I glanced in a mirror and nearly squealed with fright because both my eyes were bloodshot (one still is, the others improving a bit) So Monday I phoned the Doctor who sent me straight to ER. Long story short, they gave me some crap through a drip, couldn’t do a Cat Scan with contrast because I had a funky reaction last time and couldn’t do an MRI because I’d flip out. They wanted to check for little aliens in my head. I’m pretty sure there’s no aliens, they only look for intelligent life! They’re scheduling an open MRI though. I was due to have the shoulder MRI but o had to cancel that as it was in a different hospital so I won’t be seeing the Bolshevik surgeon for that tomorrow (There is a God!) This means I have longer for making my ‘colluding with the Russians’ jokes before the next elections so win/win
Tuesday I knew I had to Get Shit Done. I was knocked out most of Monday but when I did finally wake up I was a little bit naughty. Nothing REALLY BAD… you know how angelic I am really..
I made chocolate cupcakes late Monday night and had leftover frosting. If I’d calculated how much I needed better this wouldn’t have happened so the fault is firmly Sister Brigid. Yeah Bitch! If you taught me Maths properly instead of being a wimple wearing psycho NONE OF THIS WOULDA HAPPENED! ISO as stated I had leftover frosting. Not a lot, just a few tablespoons but I wasn’t going to eat it as I’m currently chocolate averse. I had a little think – then squeezed the leftover frosting into the kitchen sink “artistically”
‘im indoors walked in to the kitchen Tuesday morning. Bleary eyes, neanderthallish (is that a word? Well it is now) and saw the frosting in the sink.
“Jesus H Christ. One of the cats has crapped in the damn sink” ( he’s not a morning person)
I walked over, stuck my finger in it and licked it and said ” I think it was Chunks”
He was gagging like a good ‘un and I have to say, I’m a little put off by the volume of profanity that man can utter in less than a minute whilst trying not to puke.
Wednesday – watch this space! My headache is back though so watch it with a handful of Advil please!