The 6th & 7th; I feel like such a useless human.

The 6th of July. 

For the third or fourth day in a row, I've started off by writing about the day before. I've been far too busy and need to calm down. And to stop wearing make up, because my left eye is furious again.

I'd just got a blog post done when the doorbell rang, and it was Amanda, here to collect some Cats Protection money. We'd arranged that she would come, but I'd forgotten, so was still in my pyjamas and not prepared at all. I gave her the forms and money I'd logged, and found out all about Cuba, where she'd been on holiday. 

She left just before twelve, so when Mommy and Daddy came back from food shopping, I still hadn't got dressed, but never mind. I went upstairs after lunch, where I got ready to go out to Black Sheep because it was their eighth birthday party. Before I went out, we had time to catch up on last night's Love Island, and I sent Mommy round the corner to get some wine and a card for me to take. 

I arrived at Black Sheep to find a bunch of people outside, and inside was Michaela who I gave the wine and card to, and James, my favourite colourist of all time (sorry Gemma)! He is only doing pilates now, because hairdressers in London are mean, and he was showing me pictures of his cat, trying to convince me that it is nice, but it is a Sphynx cat and I can't ever find them cute. Bleah. 

Unfortunately, after about an hour, my eye was kicking off to the point where I was texting home to get someone to pick me up because I was just in so much pain that I couldn't really engage with anyone or think about anything that wasn't the immense pain I was dealing with. Stupid ulcer. 

As soon as I got home, I took all my make up off, but that didn't help, and the only think that's taken my mind off it was finding out Barack Obama follows me on Twitter. No big deal. 

The 7th of July. 

The eye is behaving a bit better today. Once I have shut all the curtains, anyway. It's helped that I spent a lot of the afternoon with an eye mask and a blanket on, half-napping to the sounds of The Emperor's New Groove. 

This morning, I enjoyed watching Josie having a clearly excellent time on Sunday Brunch, and tried to keep my eyes open. Upped my dose of Gabapentin yesterday, so today I have just been horrendously sleepy. It will probably be the same tomorrow, then I'll get used to it. Until next Saturday!

After lunch, I had my second coffee, which frankly was no help at all, then sort of rested with my eyes closed for an hour and a half, which at least alleviated the desperate urge to doze. Since then, I've been watching Harry Potter, because there is no tennis, but all I really want to do is go to bed. 

God I feel like such a useless human.