EmmaJ
Has dogs. Likes eating. Talks too much crap. Complains LOTS. Norn Irish, which explains all the previous notes.
I used to be funny, dammit.
Profile pic is a selfie of me, white female, with a blue bob hairstyle with a blunt fringe. Ive blue eyes red lips and am wearing a black high neck dress. I'm also wearing a black beret that has bat like ears pointing up.
Today I'm going to spend the day trying not to spiral about tomorrows CT scan & x-ray. Already stressing about what to wear.
For example, is a sports bra too thick to wear, resulting in the need of a hospital gown? Im trying to avoid that. Its looking like it will have to just be a #FreeTheNip day.
I've lost the plot this morning. Dogs don't know what to think.
Theres a child outside, on a trampoline, with a whistle.
Brain fog means I keep forgetting to do things, and remember at a time when you cant do it.
Have Facebook messaged the hairdressers which is closed today, cos I walked past it 10 times this week and didnt call in to make an appointment.
Jamies away to take the viking boat out. I politely declined. Working yesterday means today's my only weekend day and ive got housework to do.
Finishing the Little Prophets. The mugging scene is too accurate for some of the scum I've met.
Do apps register how many times they are accessed? Cos the amount of times I accidentally hit my local councils "What Bin" app instead of my social media folder, is into double figures weekly.
Ah, the Stop has gotten a hold on me.
Never mind how much I need to get done this morning, I have been Stopped for probably 25 mins now.
No sleep ahead of big stressful day. Who'd a thunk it.
When you wake up, and for the first couple minutes, you dont remember what happened yesterday, but then suddenly it all cones back to you and the pain hits you all over again.
Cant decide if I have a toothache or not. Its a weird sensation.
Hump day started earlier than I'd hoped but tea helps