Anyway, thanks Boots for your absolute zero compassion and understanding of invisible disabilities, even though I explain to you every single time that I’ve had a brain injury and get confused. Continue reading
Part 2 On Monday I got a text to say meds were in. Brilliant, finally Tramadol. She hands them over and I say don’t I need to sign for these? No, she says. So I looked in the bag and sure enough, other meds in there but no Tramadol. I… Continue reading
I’ll try not to bore you with all the details. Hah! You know I’ll bore you with every single last detail. Continue reading
She knocked my door about an hour later.
“I’m so sorry!” she said.
“No, its fine, I’m sorry – I’m really sorry, I should’ve let you stay the night. I feel terrible. What happened?” Continue reading
Lowan has Downs Syndrome and so the whole lockdown thing is a bit confusing for him. I said to Imogene yesterday why don’t I facetime him tomorrow at 11am and sing a few songs? He would love that! She said. Continue reading
Saturday, 04 March Had to pop back to Boots chemist because doc hadn’t sent one item on my prescription. Left it until 7pm because they have a pharmacy serving hatch which closes at midnight and I thought it might be less busy at that time after queuing half an hour… Continue reading
We seemed to have changed day names for numbers. Is it Lockdown Isolation? Day 12? 13? Who knows, no one cares. The nights are getting lighter but the lockdown looks like it could go on longer. Continue reading
Sure you sit on your ass most of the time but the moment you’re told to stay home you audition for rambler of the year. Continue reading
Has you tea drinking gone up? Good job I had 3 boxes for my birthday. I mean, no I didn’t, there’s nothing worth stealing in my house… Continue reading
Wow. Who would’ve thought a trolley would cost £200 and why are people nicking them? To smash windows with at a later date?! Oh dear. Continue reading