Wednesday

I haven't written for two days as it's been a bit manic. On Monday Mr RB and I went to our local leisure centre and signed up for their 'Stretch Card' which means you can do any activities as frequently as you like for £29 per month. Bargain. We eased ourselves in by going swimming during the adult only session from 9-10pm and are tentatively pleased with the whole thing so far. I say tentative because we are both a bit snobby about leisure centres, what with Mr RB having worked for years as a Personal Trainer at David Lloyd Leisure establishments, which are lovely, and then as a manager of a £3million spa - both of which gave me free membership. However, the council facilities, although pretty dated were ok and cleaner than I remember from my youth, so we were quite pleased.

When we returned from swimming we were just about to go to bed around 11ish when Simone (my best bud) rang in a state and needed me to drive to her parents house to sit for her sister to allow her dad to rush to the hospital to be with them as her nan was very very ill and possibly wouldn't make it through the night. It's a horrible situation for them all and I sympathise so much. So I went up to their house and stayed until around 2am when her dad returned from the hospital and so climbed into bed around 2.30am and woke, bleary eyed, 4 and a half hours later to go to work. Not great, but I'd much rather be doing that than going through what Sim and her family are going through.

Then yesterday, I was too tired to post and felt very down. I was waiting for the GP to contact me with a yes or no regarding the medical for Lighter Life. At 4.30pm I was still waiting so I rang the surgery to speak to her. They told me that she'd only been working a half day and wouldn't be back there until next Weds!! I explained in no uncertain terms what had happened and the receptionist said she'd get a partner to ring me as soon as possible. I knew that GP hadn't taken me seriously and I wanted to cry with frustration as I'd been looking forward to an answer either way so much. It's making me angry now, just thinking about it that someone can have such little empathy with a patient that they fail to see how important this is in my life.

I've got to go to bed now, but I'll try and finish the tales of dead ends tomorrow at some point. I'm a bit loathe to keep blogging when everything I write about seems to be so negative at the moment, but I'll see how it goes. xx