Item – The Plan is working. I emailed The Professor’s clinic, her PA emailed me back within two hours. It is settled that I go to the clinic at the bum-crack of dawn tomorrow and get my blood drawn. Then, I am permitted to go away and play until rather later that afternoon, when The Professor will see me with the results of the blood-tests there on her desk on a silver salver, and we will discuss heparin and other such matters.
Item – Meanwhile, I went to work, I did a full day’s work and more so, as many many lots of colleagues are off lurgified, and half the remainder are sneaking in their Christmas holidays early.
Item – Nevertheless, my line manager is On Board with The Plan, and kept reminding me to take it easy whenever we were in the same room together. I did not tell her I was p-word, but I am fairly sure she guessed, on account of not being stupid at all.
Item – After work, I went to the Staff Christmas Party (w00t) and drank several glasses of fruit-juice and tried not to eat more than my body-weight in tinky sandwiches. A group of us ended up in a corner talking animatedly about office politics *ahem* right up until we realised the Boss of Bosses was standing right behind us, smiling benevolently. Oy vey. And I was stone-cold-sober.
Item – Yes, well. What with the resolute alcohol avoidance and line-manager’s behaviour all day, no doubt the moment I collected my coat and left, the Gossip, it exploded.
Item – Symptoms: Mildly upset stomach this morning (no, no, the other end. Yes. Ick. Common with me the day my period starts (*twitch*)). Occasional mild cramps. Occasional achey breasts. Occasional desire to date-stamp the person infront of me right between the eyes and then lie down on the floor and kick things. No sign of spotting or any other disconcertment. No nausea. No heartburn. No beep-beep boobie buttons.
Item – Schrödinger’s uterus again, eh?