Oh feck Cloud, no hot water, that sucks.
I too am thrilled at Rose's DD's parents evening, Stropp dc's good times, studentary, and bargains.
My swallow test was vile. I lamented loudly and at length at the hideousness of numbing spray being sprayed up my nose (soooo much worse than having it sprayed in throat). Then repeated loud, long lament at removal of tube/camera from nose. The next test will render my life very difficult for about ten days, as it requires me to not take the medicine that stops all my acid reflux, so they can measure it. I need to not think about it I will be a flailing tearful zombie because it makes me angry that I'll have to go through all that discomfort but... no op til they get enough... as Michael Jackson didn't sing.
I'll have to stop taking one of my meds (the PPI) on 3rd May, so I'm even more grateful about my amazing weekend over bank hol: fab lunch and surprise (to me) matinee with oldest friend who is the dd's (non-godly) godmother on the Sat, and super luxey day spa on the Monday - a treat from one of my loveliest friends. Either would be amazing to look forward to, but both is almost overload.
Today I have been to the gym - it's been so long, I had to email them for a PIN number reiminder
. DD2 is going for a sleepover so I have a couple of suggestions for a cultural afternoon with DH. (Dare I say he seems a leeetle bit perkier in the last few days)
My mum thinks she'll be in the rehab place until she's walking confidently but I'm sort of the opinion that that ship has sailed, and she won't be walking much again. Could be wrong. I gave her a manicure yesterday - clear polish. Seems so odd now how things got so close to the end. Sis and I are not confident that mum living at home will be feasible but will give it a go. Need to get a couple of plan b's up our sleeve at some point.