The 29th & 30th; I need another bone density scan.
The 29th of March. I think I'm going to need to find the number for Andy Toogood's secretary. My lower spine is so painful, I need another bone density scan to see if the osteoporosis has spread.
This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and got annoyed at the discussion of the hijacking of the plane on tv, because frankly they were being irresponsible and inflammatory in their language, and I had to mute them.
Mike the builder/plumber came to fix the leak in the garage that was under the bathroom floor, and we had to leave him here while we went out for me to go to the gym and Christine to get dropped off at the train station. I had a very productive session, burned off about 900 calories of chocolate. No pants man wasn't there, but woman who monopolises several pieces of equipment at once was. I don't know if I'm just unbelievably petty, but she'll put her things on a mat she isn't using while she does things on a box with two sets of dumbells (one of which I needed) and a kettlebell, and uses one of the cable/pulley machines. Pick an area! It's just bad gym etiquette. When she went to put the dumbells away, I did follow her and took them back to my mat. Next time I see her arrive, she might find that they're mysteriously missing. Happy Clappy boy is back too, intruding on my personal space. Joy.
The 30th of March.
I am writing this feeling highly irritated because it has felt like there's been something in my right eye all day, despite me wearing no make up and putting in so many eye drops I've lost count. It's ever so frustrating.
My arms are sore too, but that is from excessive gymming. It hurts to stretch. Therefore, my day has been split between Monica and crocheting. I finished the shoes of the schoolgirl outfit, so I dressed the doll in her new clothes and put her hair in plaits. There are instructions for a satchel but I was not going to source and buy tiny buckles just for that. I think she looks just grand.
I gave Monica some hugs this afternoon, while I searched for something new to watch on Netflix. I came upon a series that they've done called "Between", about a town called Pretty Lake in which everyone over the age of 22 seems to be dying. How perplexing. I just watched the first episode and there appear to be only six so it won't be long before I'm searching for something else. Suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
