The rest of today

I'm going to the supermarket, and afterwards I'm going to have the lie-down I'd promised myself earlier. I won't want much for dinner. Afterwards I expect I'll probably watch some dvds.

In the meanwhile

I went for the traditional Christmas dinner in one of the local pubs. The landlord had apparently offered the free meals to a nearby old people's home, where my acquaintance lives. So I tucked into a lovely dinner in the company of thirty or so old 'uns. That was fine, as I didn't particularly need to talk. I had been worried about who else would be there, but there was nothing to worry about. That was a nice surprise, even though I'm not quite myself.

Unexpected

Someone I know socially has just contacted me to offer me a free roast dinner. I feel like I've been through a mangle, but that's an offer I simply can't refuse. Apparently a local charity have cancelled an event at too late notice, in fact too late to prevent the meal from being cooked, so we'll go there to stop the food from going to waste. I'm a bit worried about how many people might be there, and whether any cunts will be in attendance.

Moods

I think that all the waiting is starting to wear me down. After a two year wait for my diagnosis, the diagnosis letter still hasn't been sent to my doctor. This is now over a month since I was diagnosed. There is support available to me, but I can't access it until the letter has been received. It seems to be dragging on for ever and ever.

This morning

I was not myself when I got up. I was just starting my first cup of coffee when I had a nosebleed. Then all the things I'd eaten over the past fortnight to help my tummy all decided to work at once. So I'm feeling a bit washed-up today. I need to lie down so I expect I'll go home soon.

Sleep

I listened to the Boccherini symphonies again when I went to bed, and was still awake when the cd finished. I eventually fell asleep and dreamed a lot. I don't remember much, except that one of my dreams was in Spanish. I only remember waking up once during the night, and got up at half past seven.

Last night

After an unremarkable dinner I spent the evening watching more of the Sherlock Holmes things. There were a few bumps and bangs early in the evening, but it was otherwise nice and quiet. I turned in exhausted at twenty past ten.