Just before bed a quick chat. A normal day with a twist.
First thing I went to the local shop and exciting chemist. This time I didn’t
fight a man on the door. If you didn’t read my blog the other day, I was trying
to close the door as I entered the chemist and didn’t know what was making it
resist. Well, it was a man who said after ages, I’m trying to get out….. Clown,
why didn’t he just talk from the start? It must have looked hilarious. Waggs
got seven out of ten going and eight coming back which is unusual as normally
back she is worse. The promise of a biscuit every time she felt the need to stop
and sniff encouraged her to jog on….
It was a beautiful day. In the sun it was actually hot. My
neighbour came over for a coffee only she didn’t have a coffee as she had just
had one. Smile, and? So we passed the
time for a few hours talking about everything that came to us. We never run dry
of conversation. We talked about how we must eat healthier and get fit and not
die young. Smile. Oh, and how flat our boobs go when we have to go through that
awful test for breast cancer. Thankfully I am a few years off that but Di has
been there twice and I asked her how bad it hurt? I just can’t imagine it. I
asked her just how much they squash them. She said about two inches.
Say what? As I was talking with her by now horrified, I
realised that I had my finger and thumb representing two inches. Di did laugh.
I said there is no way mine could get that flat. She laughed and laughed and
said by the time I get to fifty, I may find my lady lumps may already be half
way there. Hahahahahahahah.
OK, so a personal blog, well I for one have heard that the
machine squeezes them so flat. I imagined like a slice of bacon. I’m sorry to
be so blunt, but where does it all go? And do they go back to shape? Or is that how ladies over a certain age have
shall we say a different shape?
Cancer related, skin cancer, as a blind person, how do we
know if we have a dodgy looking mole? Not all stick out. Some I heard were
flat. I would love to be rich enough to have private health care. I would
imagine that all that stress would be eliminated. I mean, we almost have to
diagnose ourselves. But a private medical care, I would hope they took charge.
As I was in the chemist today, the lovely lady said to me
that there was a letter attached to ask me urgently to make an appointment to
have my blood pressure checked. Why? I mean, I have had two letters from our GP’s
to ask me to go to them as has Hub. Why? It’s not as if we are coming up to a
significant birthday, I’m going to make an appointment just to see what this is
all about. I have never ever had bad high or low blood pressure. My cholesterol
has always been perfect. Now my weight? Oopsie em…. Well. What can I say? I
have forgotten whatever number night I have not had supper. So I’m pleased. But
it’s not making any difference to my weight I’m sad to say. As for Hub and the
gym, he is still in a lot of pain. Tonight he has been in agony. So no gym for
him
It’s almost eleven in the evening and teen came in from work
and has just got in after his dinner he went to the gym with a friend and now
has gone to bed. He looks shattered. Mind you an hour and a half of exercise
after ten hours at work is too much.
Two more sleeps till we are with our friends Trix, Like and
Hanz. I can’t wait.
Tomorrow I’m in our
town with a lovely lady. I’m doing my volunteering work hoping for a good
result. Let’s hope Wagga works well? She will love meeting people. I have been
given some more work to do so interview tomorrow after we get back. Then there
is an iron with my name on it.
The Little Fella today had a two hour free run with another
dog. He loved it. Hub was working and the very kind lady from the office took
our LF out. He came home, told Wagga all about it we are sure as she has been a
little monkey tonight. Absolutely hyper. Craving Hubs attention. Oh let me tell
you this it was so funny last night, I was stroking Waggatail as she sat in
front of me so small and still. All calm. Unlike LF who isn’t so little any
more, he has really grown. Anyway he didn’t like the fact Waggs was getting all
the attention. He came to my left, I ignored him as because he is the cute one
the pup, he gets loads more attention than little Waggs. So he came to the
right, I still stroked Wagga. So what did he do? Hahahahahahahah Go on have a
guess?
He stood opposite me, placed his two front paws on Waggas
back and launched himself at me putting his full weight on Wagga and placed his
teeth ever so gentle around my chin….. Then licked me from chin to eyes in one
swift slobbery smooch. Yack? Poor Wagga remained standing there with that lump
on her. He is so naughty he got his way by getting to me. Then Waggs walked
away leaving him to fall off her like a sack of potatoes. And when he could get
to me freely, he didn’t want to know.
Also last night they were lying on the rug in front of the
fire. I went to sit next to them. Oh they were so cute. They were facing each
other. Their two front paws were touching. Then their noses were together. With
the big red toy perfectly in the middle of their paws. What a photograph that
would have made? Especially with shiny black Wagga and golden lioness Little
Fella.
He is such a happy little love. Such a baby. I love him. But
so much miss our Long Chops. AKA Suki. Hub thanks to you all has made the money
and more for to name a puppy after her. He is still having a nightmare getting
the lady to wax his legs for the promised event. When it does happen, he will
film it. He is going to get our clever lady in the office to help with an
update as soon as he organises the waxing the page will close and our little
pup will have our big girl in the sky’s name. If she will be half as good as
our Long Chops, she will be the most amazing dog. Gosh I miss her so much. I
miss my Black beauty too in a totally different way. BB was my first guide dog
and we lost her almost to the day a year before LC. Both dogs it was such a
shock. I pray we don’t have to go through that pain for many many years. Our
little Wagga is five in the end of March and LF is two in April.
Just before bed I hope you have lavender dreams and sugar
kisses. Sleep well on a perfect pillow of peaceful dreams. X
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