Hi lobstars, I'm sorry to be a part-time gangster at the moment, I'm still not well and everything feels such an effort. I've just taken the last of my robotics so hope at least to start enjoying food again. The last time I was under 57kg was when I was a teenager and I sort-of grew through that weight.
I have cut my own hair recently, an old English sheepdog has nothing on me but, quite frankly, I can't tell which hair I cut!
I had a phone consultation with my immunologist recently. I have been advised to have either of the available vaccines although there is no assurance that I will make any antibodies. I also have an appointment for the vaccine but DH isn't included, despite our efforts to book one. It is more important that DH gets vaccinated, it may help to protect me.
For my specialist appointment, I had some blood tests at the GP surgery. The results raised some concerns so I have to go back for repeats (sigh). I know I should be grateful that I am being monitored so well, but now I am worrying again.
My oldest DGD has a birthday soon. I set myself the task of making her a card (Mr Amazon delivered the present a few days ago). I've been putting off making her card but have run out of time so, despite feeling hot and tired, spent the day with cardboard, sequins, glitter and 'sticky-backed plastic'! It's very amateurish but our sole aim is to make her laugh.
I like the jokes, please keep them coming.
"I keep randomly shouting out ‘Broccoli’ and ‘Cauliflower’ – I think I might have florets!"
”Someone stole my antidepressants. Whoever they are, I hope they’re happy."
I meant to join in the Great Garden Birdwatch but will be just content to watch the birds. My pigeon pair has turned into a ménage a trois, one of them is a very 'flighty piece'.
I'm happy to join in the 'Cwtches R Us' movement with our fellow lobstars - Mum was Welsh too.