That Was the Week...

Truth be told... terrible week.  I currently hate work, really struggling, confidence is low and on top of all of that, biopsy was this week.  I was on edge all day, checking my silent phone for updates every other minute, it was 16.30 when I got my first update; through procedure and on way home.  Just have to wait for results now.

I made it through to the end of Thursday and I'm off today, Friday, thank God. 

Now I'm just going to spill out all of my thoughts for the week Col.

It's Friday, had quite a productive day, so far, washed, ironed, mowed front lawn, re-potted amaryllis in new silvery pot, jogged for 15, shredded one bin bags worth of paper, recycled mags, did a little sorting.

A couple of weeks ago, I asked Bee if she would be able to knit me extra long leg warmers, (I get cold in bed but hate wearing socks... to bed.)  Then I asked if she could knit me knee warmers.  I know what you're thinking but my knees hurt and the wool makes them feel cosy and at least it doesn't feel like bone on bone.  A week later, she drops off knee warmers, which for the last two nights, I have been wearing.... on my arms.  Seriously, this could be a thing, it's genius, you don't overheat but you're cosy and warm when it's actually still quite chilly, it's lovely.

I unintentionally, (I know, annoying,) lost 2lbs this week.  Not sure what's happening.  Could I be finally growing into my own body?  I read everything there is to read about diet and nutrition, but I just seem to be finding my own way.  This week, I haven't done anything out of the ordinary, I'm eating, never hungry, maybe doing a bit extra every night but nothing major, literally 21 x speed skaters with 3kg dumbbells, hardly a life changer.

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm happy with my body.  I am HAPPY WITH MY BODY.  Don't get me wrong, I still have cellulite and everything could be tauter, tighter, plumper, but I'm in good shape, and if anyone else doesn't like it, that's their tough luck.

Did I tell you that I grated my knuckle?  I bought a fancy, (cheap but sharp) grater, the modern, flat kind not the old fashioned like a box kind.  Anyway, I accidentally, while frantically grating my fresh ginger root into my stir fry, took a chunk out of my knuckle.  It was deep and bled and bled, literally through the night.  It has been ridiculously tender.  Jan gave me no love, Bee offers that maybe I nicked the bone.  Is that possible?  It's been so painful that maybe I did, but it's finally starting to calm down after about six weeks, finally, the pain isn't like an electric shock when I touch it anymore.

For the past four weeks, I've been in dire need of a Carrie day, so today, I am indulging in SATC, The Movie.  Note to self, if ever I am a bridesmaid, I need to be in "Miranda Blue".

I'm still reeling over Grey's but hey, I managed to go on without Cristina... just.

My go-to TV every night for at least one episode is either "Say Yes to the Dress" or "Say Yes to the Dress Atlanta". It washes over you like calming ocean waters.  If I ever was to be a bride, which I'm not, then my guides of choice would be either Sarah or Christiana (and of course Randy,) or Flo or Robyn in Atlanta, (with Lori and the divine Monty.)  It's fantasy and comforting and just lovely.

Brother in law had throat op on Friday, unexpectedly kept in overnight but released on Saturday, on liquid diet for 10 days. He'll be signed off for the duration, this will be quite a challenge for him, he notoriously does not do 'sick days' so we shall see how he copes.

On the plus side, Dear Nephew is expecting to be a Daddy and he brought around the scan pics this week.  I could see it, I could actually see a baby.  I didn't have to oooh and arrahhh at a blob and pretend to be amazed.  This is a tiny weeny human.  I could see hands and feet and a great big head. I could see seven out of eight pics, the eighth did look like a baby goat, which I told him but seven out of eight ain't bad right?

I remember, as clear as if it was yesterday, the day my nephew was born, I ran all the way to my school friend's to tell her that he had arrived.  I remember the very first time I saw him.  His Christening, taking him to the cinema, watching him play football.  And now he's going to be a Daddy.  His parents did such a great job and he will be amazing.

Saturday night was Date Night and every time I think of calling it a day, I have a great time and I realise how happy he makes me. 

Sunday, I catch up with all of the patients, throat op, back op, biopsy, and after having completed all of my housework jobs, I decide to have a lazy, TV catch up day, The Mentalist and Mad Men are calling.