So I guess that Yesterday.Didn't.Happen.

Nope. Just a pigment of my imaginushun. Well, when I don't go to church, I lose the structure of my week. As it was, M called me in the early evening, apologising for the fact that we weren't having dinner (because of a dressage clinic). But I wasn't offended, because I knew I had to wake up at the crack o'dawn today to go back to the hospital. Speaking of which ... arrgghh! The alarm went off at 6 and I had a 16 minute shower, a glass of juice, two gravol and a chocolate bar. Oh, yes, and nausea. My driver called at 6 fucking 30 and said he'd be at my door in 10 minutes. Well, I was at the hospital soooo early, I settled in for a long wait. But I had my UofT Alumni mag as well as a book on swearing and idioms in French. Oh, yes, very useful!

After the doc saw me (and, this time, it appears that things are going much better), I did a little shopping at the drugstore and waited and waited and waited for my cab. Finally home. But I was too tired to nap. So I read and had two mushroom & leek pies (yummy but ... ugh ... sandy). I called John and invited him over to share some fruit (a Chinese melon). He came over with a mango. Well, the melon was just a huge grapefruit, but with very dense flesh, no juice and a strange aftertaste. Certainly not worth $2.50. I gave John a birthday card from M and me (with a sparkly turquoise orchid on the cover), also saying we'd take him out to the Indian restaurant as soon as I was strong enough to do social stuff. I went up to his place for a couple of minutes, just to pet his cats and also to get a look at my cypress trees that had wintered under burlap on his balcony. Yes, we unveiled them.

I read in the evening and, conveniently, cried after reading one story. I told John I needed to flush my eyes out, as I'm refusing to use the eyedrops (I just can't do it, no way, no how, nuh-huh). M called twice, once just after class, and now, upon returning home. It wasn't a good class and M's horse had the wrong saddle on him. So neither M nor the horse were happy campers. I hope things get resolved before the situation becomes worse. Because ... sheesh!

Anyway, I'm about to wander into the kitchen to talk to the fridge and see if it talks back. Yes, I'm strange but I did say I had an active imaginushun. ::nods head firmly::

Rambling hugs,
H.
So I guess that Yesterday.Didn't.Happen.

Nope. Just a pigment of my imaginushun. Well, when I don't go to church, I lose the structure of my week. As it was, M called me in the early evening, apologising for the fact that we weren't having dinner (because of a dressage clinic). But I wasn't offended, because I knew I had to wake up at the crack o'dawn today to go back to the hospital. Speaking of which ... arrgghh! The alarm went off at 6 and I had a 16 minute shower, a glass of juice, two gravol and a chocolate bar. Oh, yes, and nausea. My driver called at 6 fucking 30 and said he'd be at my door in 10 minutes. Well, I was at the hospital soooo early, I settled in for a long wait. But I had my UofT Alumni mag as well as a book on swearing and idioms in French. Oh, yes, very useful!

After the doc saw me (and, this time, it appears that things are going much better), I did a little shopping at the drugstore and waited and waited and waited for my cab. Finally home. But I was too tired to nap. So I read and had two mushroom & leek pies (yummy but ... ugh ... sandy). I called John and invited him over to share some fruit (a Chinese melon). He came over with a mango. Well, the melon was just a huge grapefruit, but with very dense flesh, no juice and a strange aftertaste. Certainly not worth $2.50. I gave John a birthday card from M and me (with a sparkly turquoise orchid on the cover), also saying we'd take him out to the Indian restaurant as soon as I was strong enough to do social stuff. I went up to his place for a couple of minutes, just to pet his cats and also to get a look at my cypress trees that had wintered under burlap on his balcony. Yes, we unveiled them.

I read in the evening and, conveniently, cried after reading one story. I told John I needed to flush my eyes out, as I'm refusing to use the eyedrops (I just can't do it, no way, no how, nuh-huh). M called twice, once just after class, and now, upon returning home. It wasn't a good class and M's horse had the wrong saddle on him. So neither M nor the horse were happy campers. I hope things get resolved before the situation becomes worse. Because ... sheesh!

Anyway, I'm about to wander into the kitchen to talk to the fridge and see if it talks back. Yes, I'm strange but I did say I had an active imaginushun. ::nods head firmly::

Rambling hugs,
H.
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