Item – Dad has been sent home to behave until They (the NHS) sort out a surgery date. Now that I can be relieved, I can also be fucking furious with him. Will he stop smoking and drinking? Of course he won’t. He has been doing both to excess since his teens. His early life sucked colossally. This is how he completely fails to cope while soothing his battered heart as best as he can. His battered heart may like it emotionally, but physically it cannae take it any more, Captain. Which will not and never has prevented Dad launching himself warp speed towards the edge of the Galaxy and/or oblivion.
Item – I missed a party I really wanted to go to this weekend. I did get to spend some time in town with friends having My Mind Taken Off Things, but I still resent missing that party. Not least because the party-giver sent me lucky IVF socks, and I didn’t get to hug her.
Item – I have a couple of friends who are having The Times, They Are Bad. One involves startlingly spiteful colleagues. Gah. And the other involves Epic Reproductive Fuckery, so I cried, because it’s so very very wrong that those who have been fucked over already, often, should end up being fucked over again – and for perfect storm levels of mindfuckery, there’s a tiny watery sunbeam of a chance things might be OK. Just to make sure no one relaxes at all, ever again, also forswears sex.
Item – My laptop is borked, I think I mentioned? So I am doing this on my iPad, which, because it’s an adorable gadget that loves me, is making commenting on other blogs nearly impossible. Sorry, dear good Gentle Readers.
Item – Prednisolone – so far – merely makes me slightly hyper.
Item – Cetrotide still stings and leaves an itchy welt, and the next morning the itchy welt has gone but left a faint reddish bruise. And I still freak out about getting air-bubbles in the syringe.
Item – I finally managed to hurt myself with the Gonal-F. Last night’s jab hurt, and when I pulled the needle out, a bubble of blood followed. Today I have a seriously proper blue bruise surrounding the scarlet track-mark (to match the track-marks on my inner arm from all the blood-tests). I am so pretty! This is so cosmetically enhancing!