RANT AHEAD -> (warning for language because God knows I can't complain about this anywhere else)
Fuck me I've had enough.
It is intolerable out there.
Every single place which covers temp has it at 20c..
20c!!!!!!
Not a fucking chance. In the sun it's intolerable. Shade is a bit cooler but every bugger is heading for that. I got my meds but got them home to find their fucking melting.
20 fucking degrees my ass.
And what's with people wearing fucking trench coats? TRENCH COATS!!!!!
And the person who was banging on about wanting it to be this fucking lovely and nice for their whole holiday who turned to me and said how lovely it is and got eyes rolled was lucky I didn't hit them, even more so when as I walked past I heard "if she wasn't so fucking fat she'd enjoy it too" Seriously??? Not exactly a fucking bean pole herself not even like I'm actually fat due to eating anything half way decent as I'm stuck on bloody cereal and have diabetes but noooo must be stuffing my face can't be the fucking drugs keeping me alive can it? That said I heard her husband say "if she turns round and hits you don't you DARE complain" and to be (grudgingly fair) he did apologise to me.
And I did probably look every bit as close to tears as I felt. My legs are swollen and purple from blood collecting in them and look fucking disgusting so I can't even wear short skirts. I've splints on every limb made from fucking material which acts like mini bloody greenhouses - great in winter shit in this weather. Neoprene something like that.
Yes I'm fat. Yes i was looking like a fucking beetroot as its just too fucking hot for me to tolerate. Just keep your nastiness to yourself.
I didn't even get the food I needed because it was too hot in shops. I did get my meds though. I'm sweating like a fucking pig. Can't even have the luxury of a cold shower or changing clothes due to this fucking illness AND I've an email from social fucking services about arranging a "support worker" who'll enable me to suddenly be able to manage much more. Fuck will they. So instead of telling them exactly what life is like and how some random worker trailing after me isn't going to fix my genetic terminal illness I'm ranting at you folks instead.
And now the fucking sun has gone in.
RANT ENDS for now
ILL BE BACK