A bed of roses

Mother and Son are both getting me books for Christmas. Books are always welcome.

It's been a mostly at-home week, which means I'm supposed to make next week a mostly at-office one. I'll play ball.

Husband's insulin dose has come right down and he's not had a hypo for a few days, now. I still wonder if he even needs the insulin at all but we're following medical advice, so he stays on for now.

The second part of the 60th Anniversary Special for Doctor Who was much, MUCH better than the first, although I did like the first. Proper DW - my inner 8yo was truly terrified, there was lots of running up and down looong corridors, puzzles for the Doctor and Donna to solve, and some absolutely brilliant banter between them - Tennant and Tate are a dream partnership.

I'm also watching the old, old (1964) series and I'm actually impressed by how much input the female characters have. They don't just sit around waiting to be rescued, they actively work to rescue themselves. I think classic Who has an undeserved reputation.

And now to the Collapsing Bridge of Doom...

Saturday it snowed.  Sunday it froze.  Monday I dragged the poor husband out in the cold in order to get his sample to the GP in time for the courier.  We haven't heard anything back on that, which I take to mean they didn't find anything but I will chase it up next week to be sure.

Tuesday was back to the practice nurse to check his blood pressure, which was still very low - so now he's off all the high blood pressure tablets.  We also have a blood pressure monitor of our own, so I can keep an eye on it.

Wednesday, we booked a taxi and went to the Royal to attend the foot clinic - only to be told we'd cancelled the appointment because we had another appointment.  That was the 'other' appointment!  We got a letter inviting husband to the foot clinic and a text inviting him to a medicines clinic, which was what I THOUGHT I'd cancelled.  It appears that these two clinics are one and the same, but with different names depending on the source of the information.  Or something.  Anyway, we go back for that one on 3 Jan *sigh*

We walked home through mostly clear streets and got some fresh air, anyway.

Thursday was stay in and stay warm day!

Friday, I'd booked a taxi for 8am because we had an MRI scan at 8.30am.  The taxi finally showed up at 8.15am and hit EVERY red light between here and the hospital.  But we just got there on time.  Note to self - book taxi an HOUR ahead in future!  We had to remove the sensor pad thingy, so it's back to sticking pins in the poor man.  We went to the Skyline restaurant on the top floor of the hospital for our breakfast.  Didn't get a good view, this time, unfortunately, but we ate well.

Today, I went to another local health centre for my Covid 'seasonal booster'.  The husband chose to come with me and got his first jab.  There's still icy patches around but it's raining now, so hopefully it'll get washed away soon.

Oh, yesterday I also managed to bag a new mattress on Wowcher - worth £600+, bought for £85 + £20 delivery.  Should be here on or before Friday - very specific.  After buying it, I found the local recycling organisation refurbs seconds and display models, which would have been an even better option - but I guess the one I've bought is end of line, or something; still keeping it out of landfill.

And the plumber is due to finally fit our new toilet on Thursday.  The only appointment we have is the blood clinic on Friday, so I may need to recruit the daughter to sit in for the mattress.

And I finish work on Thursday until 9 Jan!  Very much looking forward to the long break.  Of course, my 'welcome back to work' is a 9am project board meeting >D.

Oh, and the food shop arrived earlier, so I think we can definitely say Christmas is happening!  It was in serious doubt for a while.

Finished watching the new series of Warrior Nun.  I think I preferred Wednesday.  Next up is the Dragon Age cartoon.  And ST:DS9, of course.

And that's about that.  See you next week!

 Felt I was coming down with a cold on Thursday, so I fortified myself with a pack of Beecham's 'flu caplets and some soup for lunch and got through the day.  Woke up yesterday with my nose streaming, so emailed work to say I was staying at home.  I spent the day in my PJs, drinking A LOT of liquid, watching A LOT of Voyager and knitting A LOT of my mother's scarf.  So that was a good thing because I was getting worried I wasn't going to finish it in time for next Friday and now I'm fairly confident I'll finish it over the weekend.  I also didn't feel particularly ill, which I put down to drinking so much squash (4 pint glasses!).

Then I woke up this morning and realised that the reason I didn't feel particularly ill yesterday was because I wasn't.  Today I am.  But I'm not planning on doing much today other than putting up the Christmas tree and deccies - I'm certainly not going out in the rain!  So, the plan is, more liquid, more Voyager and more knitting and to decorate the house as I go.

This morning, I also had the strangest dream.  The husband and I were visiting lassarina !  Somehow we had managed to get to Chicago without tickets or passports, and we were driving (neither of us drive) AND we had nowhere to stay.  And then 'Rina's mother arrived.  But there were no cats.  The whole thing was nuts - you'd never get my husband on a plane, much less to America (I recognise that there are good Americans, he's hopelessly prejudiced), for a start.  Plus all the dream elements of no tickets and driving.  But the weirdest thing had to be the lack of cats because what is 'Rina without cats?!

So, now for a day of taking care of myself and making the house look pretty!