The 18th & 19th; Horrible and knackered and unhappy.

The 18th of July. 

Today has not been a good day. I just feel horrible and knackered and unhappy. 

I didn't help myself straight away, because I got on the scales when I'm already feeling like my jeans are too tight and the number did not fill me with joy, so then I had to try to not stress about that. Idiot. 

I did a blog post, put a small amount of make up on (eyeliner only), then we had to go and pick up Grandma because she was taking us to lunch at The Fig and Olive. We realised on the way that nobody had thought to put my wheelchair in the car, so we just then had to hope I wouldn't need it. Frankly, I had no knowledge of the place so I assumed we'd park in a disabled space near the door, I'd walk inside, and sit down. Turns out no, it's a garden centre with a farm shop and the restaurant is really too far for me to be walking but I didn't have a choice, so when we got there I sat down on the coat rack to catch my breath and rest my back. 

The experience in the restaurant was not great. I ordered asparagus and pea risotto, and it was terrible. As soon as I put my fork in, I could tell it was not going to be nice. There was no creaminess whatsoever, and the grains of rice were stuck together in a huge mass of stodge. I tried to find the vegetables, and ate some of the rice, but it was just shit. I told the waiter when he collected the plates that it was very overcooked, but he did not really seem to care. We decided to have puddings, to give them another chance, so Daddy and I both had flat whites and mini brownies. The coffees arrived, and then the spoons, and finally the brownies themselves. Such dreadfully slow service. The brownie was fine, except it wasn't really a brownie, more of a warm chocolate cake with some kind of crunchy top and bottom, covered in chocolate sauce. Acceptable in itself, but calling it a brownie is false advertising. Obviously, the coffee was crap, but by then I was past caring. When we left, we did not leave a tip. 

Then we had to go into the shop to look in there, which is basically the same as the shop at the Gloucester services, if you have been there. Basically, all the expensive kitchen/pantry goods, some mugs and other ceramic crockery, baked goods, a butcher, cheeses, loads of alcohol and soft drinks, and snacks and chocolate etc. I bought a meringue, and two bars of Tony's Chocolonely chocolate, because apparently I did not have enough already. 

By the time we came out, I felt like shit, because my body was just protesting so much at having to walk around. Struggling to breathe and my back a total mess, all I wanted was to go home. But after we took Grandma home, we then had to go to the GP so I could fill in a medical exemption form for my prescriptions, because that's going to run out soon. 

I'm home now, and feel like garbage. The only good thing I can say is that at least my eye isn't too dire this evening, presumably because I haven't strained it doing any knitting? I am not going to start now, so hopefully that will at least last until I go to bed. Tomorrow will be better. 

The 19th of July. 

I do feel better today, and my eye has been well-behaved again! I only did a minimal amount of knitting this morning, because I felt like it had been going backwards (my eye, not the knitting). I think staring at all the stitches so hard while I'm counting is not good for it and seeing as I'm supposed to see Mr. Kolli next week, I can't afford for it to get sad again. 

That's what I did this morning, while watching an episode of Jessica Jones. I'm putting off finishing Stranger Things now I know I'm likely to weep. After lunch, I worked out while listening to the episode of The Kitchen Cabinet recorded at the Black Country Museum. I also started the relatively uncomfortable process of removing my gel nails. They've grown too much, so either needed properly taking off and redoing, or I was going to have to do it. I couldn't be arsed to do the whole cotton wool ball plus tin foil thing, so I sort of soaked each couple of nails with a cotton wool pad with nail varnish remover on it, and peeled them off. They were a bit reluctant, but after some filing and buffing they felt okay again. I've also managed to repaint them and they're not enormously messy so I'm pretty happy! I did all this while watching some more Jessica Jones, so now there are only two episodes left. I suspect that will be tomorrow, and I might even be brave enough to finish Stranger Things.