Had a flu jab last week (in a vulnerable group) so have been operating under par for a while, but feeling better today, so went to my voluntary job. There's no one there, I wait for an hour and then go home.
Then I go shopping and just as I leave the house it starts raining, not too badly so I carry on. I'm sitting on a mobility scooter, so get wetter than if I were able to walk but hey, it's just drizzle. It becomes driving fat rain that is very wet and very cold and there's a very cold wind too. By the time I get home from shopping, having failed to get even one thing I had gone out for, I am so cold and wet I am practically crying, and my skirt is literally dripping.
Then I get a text saying we need a new printer cartridge today, very urgent, dd has much work which must be printed off and handed in tomorrow. No, I didn't go out again and try to get one, but I feel guilty.
So now I am tired, damp, cold, AND guilty.
Then I have a doctor's appt. It's not urgent, I made the appt weeks ago, I do need to see a gp at some point though but there's no real urgency. DH kindly drives me there and then goes off to see if he can find a cartridge. I am 5 mins early, perfect, check in, hobble off to waiting room. The surgery is playing Xmas carols. The cd is of some truly terrible, amateur karaoke crap. The carols are barely recognisable and the singers are out of tune, out of time, and fill every solo with all the appalling saccharine 'emotion' which really bad singers think is meaningful. It is painful. I wait. The carols continue.
You know how music can soothe the savage breast? It can make you happy, or sad or even angry? This stuff made me uncomfortable and distressed. Ill at ease. It went on, and on, and on. I was still waiting for my gp to call me in. 45 mins had gone by. I was feeling more and more miserable. I was cold, uncomfortable, damp, tired, and still guilty.
My case was not urgent. I told the receptionist that I would make a new appt after Xmas. I left just as my name was called.
I blame the 'carols'.
