Yesterday threatened to become overwhelming. I was faced with a number of phone calls and communications of the type I particularly dread; arranging appointments, chasing medical tests, sorting out things in my father’s flat... those bitty bits which all have to be done carefully so that I get the result I'm after without too much difficulty.
The first call to my father’s doctor started fairly stickily as you are supposed to request appointments on line. I knew this already, but for some reason couldn't get to the right place on the website this time. I phoned reception and in a
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she took me through the website; then I asked which option I should choose for a nurse appointment she said
'oh, in that case you did the right thing by calling the surgery as we don't do those with the online booking system. Would 2 pm today suit you?'. I was speechless.
'Are you still there?' she asked. I recovered enough to thank her and confirm 2 o'clock was perfect. Which it was. One task done.
The next call to my own doctor was also a win; the blood test form I needed had pinged into my email before we had finished the call.
One by one the rest of the items fell from my list like nine-pins...
That was yesterday.
Then there's the list of what I allow myself in terms of snacks and nibbles other bits and pieces through the day.
'Try and eat a handful of nuts every day' the irritating 'Being Healthy' app pings into my phone. (I don't think the handful of caramelised nuts I had yesterday quite fits their ideas of healthy. I won't tell if you don't)
Ping - 'Have an extra piece of fruit'. I usually have some prunes, and today I had a banana and a few grapes.
They don't seem to send messages about Advent chocolates, but one chocolate a day is on my list, also one biscuit and one very small bowl of crisps. Speaking of crisps... I haven't had those yet today... mmm!
Once I've chomped through that lot during the course of the day then that's that. Until tomorrow...
I went for the blood test this afternoon. Everyone else seemed to have decided to do the same as a way of filling a cold dreary November day. I was sitting crammed up to the Christmas tree. Was I the only one giggling because it was decorated with red rinsed and red baubles? Very appointment, I thought. There was also this cute little gingerbread person made from brown felt and dressed in scrubs. With a dinky little lanyard!
I find that once the calendar has flipped over from November to December, time seems to speed up and entire days disappear as if by magic. I have 2 x Christmas cakes and 3 x trays of Brownies to bake before the weekend. Someone/thing is stealing my time.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree... All these books on how to have a calm and reflective Advent clearly come from an alternate reality.
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