Last week was a ‘mare and I’m glad it’s done. Having been put on “those” tablets to stop me having bonkers thoughts, things are a lot better. Almost positive. Almost, dare I say it, content. And then I found a lump where no woman wants to find one, so off to the doctor I go.
There are targets nowadays. You can only wait 2 weeks TOPS, no longer. Thus I was whisked off for scans last Friday. This Tuesday, after fretting all weekend, I got the results. "”Hmmm, there’s a shadow here. Look, I’m 90% sure you’re ok but….you need more tests”. Oh poo. Oh pooey fooey. And of course a hypochondriac like me will focus on the 10%, not the 90%. Oh yes.
But yesterday I had more tests and (oh the relief) – “YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE”. From start to finish all done in 10 days. Of which more in another blog post. Possibly. I may prefer to forget, to be honest.
So I’ve been enjoying the weekend I can tell you, even though it’s mostly involved painting walls and other sundry decorating.
And “those” tablets. Sometimes they cause odd feelings of euphoria, extreme ones which take me unawares. I think this will settle down, but at the moment it’s nuts (in a good way). Walking back from work along the towpath, for instance. Spinning around (yes, SPINNING AROUND like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music with arms outstretched) and shouting “WOOOT!” because I saw a moorhen, and then a great tit, and the sun was shining and I thought of the Smallcat and the Catman and how much I love them and how lucky I am. Spinning right round, like a middle aged record.
Can I bottle this feeling? It would make me a fortune.
One word of advice – do not sing out loud whilst plugged into your MP3 player on said towpath, assuming there’s no one else around. Because there might be, and they might be startled by your appalling rendition of “The Word Girl”. Oh, the embarassment.
5 comments:
1. I want some of what you're having.
2. I have Scritti Politti on my iPod, too!!
3. I don't know if you really want to talk about "great tits" on a family blog.
4. Speaking of, so glad the lump was nothing...
P.S. Speaking of spinning right round, I probably should get some Dead or Alive on my iPod, too.
If only to marvel at the vibrato...
I am loving Julie Andrews you. I hope you won't do that thing that positive people are told to do in magazine articles, and dump the miserable moany friends, because I wouldn't want to lose you.
Phew for your lump trauma. Mind you, it's a good job you sorted that now, before the NHS crumbles and the waiting lists get two years long
(mutters grumpily to self)
Good God. What a week. I'm overjoyed that the results were clear. The elation of that on top of the other kind must feel absobloominlutely brilliant. Hurray for singing on the towpath. Sod the embarrassment.
I am trying to remember Scritti Polliti. I think they had special hair.
Good God. What a week. I'm overjoyed that the results were clear. The elation of that on top of the other kind must feel absobloominlutely brilliant. Hurray for singing on the towpath. Sod the embarrassment.
I am trying to remember Scritti Polliti. I think they had special hair.
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