Life of a BAMF

I am such a creature of habit these days. My weekends are just soooo spontaneous (read 'shitter and more boring than watching paint dry, in a black and white film'). Get ready to read this because i am sure you will find it just thrilling!

Today has consisted of all the delights independent living throws at me - washing, cleaning, hoovering, cooking (albeit crackers but still...lol), organising and then the seeming incessant skincare routine that is overtaking my life these days. Good lord. What are the weekends for these days?! I mean, i know i don't work but i would at least like to have some spontaneity in my life.

This week can't be much worse. Seriously. I do actually have some plans which makes a lovely change :)

Monday is staying in. It'd be wrong not to. Don't want to send my body in to complete shock, now, do we?! Ooh. Actually, i am meeting my sister and Alice in the evening. That better be nice because i haven't seen my sister since what seems like 1921

don't read this next little section if you have just had dinner/are overly queasy!

Tuesday - I have a blood test planned. I am meant to have 'regular' tests but obviously, due to my size, have not been hassled. However, i had a dream the other night. It scared the bajeezus out of me. I dreamt that i had something wrong with an organ and they only found out after me going to the hospital with pains (the ones i have been complaining about to anybody that will listen!) and them doing a routine blood test. I was walking out of the hospital (remember this is all still a dream!) and the doctor chased after me. She told me i needed emergency surgery because ED things had messed some organ or another up. She took me in to a cubicle and, long dream cut short, cut open my back and started scooping this antiseptic cream in. I was howling about some sort of ED complaint and they were telling me that that was the whole reason i was so poorly blahblahblah.

I know it's a random dream but i woke up absolutely crapping myself on Friday morning, so i called to get a blood test. You never know. My kidneys might have emailed my brain and asked him to send me a wake-up-dream to sort my shit out and get myself checked. lol

gruesome section over :)

I have been trying to ignore a few aches and pains and higgly-jigglies (don't know what that means either) for the past couple of weeks so a blood test would be cool. Plus, don't tell anybody, but i kind of like them. Not for any other reason than, well, i just like them. Always have done. I am not scared of needles and i don't very much care about the sight of blood. Perfect patient, some might think. Well, except for having the most awkward veins this side of somewhere funny.

After that, i have planned to meet a dear old friend (lol. Sounds like i'm popping to a tea room, which is ironic because we would not drink tea together if we were being paid for it!).

Hmm...Then, Wednesday, i am getting a MUCH overdue haircut and colour. I had it done before Florida, twice, and the holiday really fudged with the blonde bits. They're kinda brassy now and a few different colours. No worries. I can cope with it, sleeping soundly in the knowledge that all will be well after Wednesday. Yum.

Thursday is the day i have CBT and then meet Lucie, just like clockwork. Love those days.

And then that's me done for the weekend to do all the normal shitty crappy shitcrap bag of bollocks.

I like the sound of this week up until Thursday :)

I can't sleep tonight though and this is getting right royally on my t*ts.

i did use my insomnia as an excuse to 'tire myself out' by painting my nails though lol