I’ve just spent several minutes trying to remove an unwanted comma from a piece of work. It’s frustrating when you can’t get a computer to do what you want it to do.
It was even worse when I realised the “comma” was a mark on the screen. Laptop screens seem to attract more detritus than the screens on ordinary computers.
That’s been one of the highlights of the day.
The second was my blood test. The blood was not flowing well today and it felt like they were having to dig it out. When they removed the needle it suddenly decided to flow. Fortunately it hit the chair arm rather than me. Having changed specially for the visit I was glad that it didn’t go on my clothes.
It seems I passed the blood sugar test two weeks ago. Unfortunately I had a phone call from the anticoagulant service this afternoon to tell me that things had not gone so well. I need to go down for testing again next week: they do that when things don’t go well.
The final high point was sitting in a chair making demands for constant hydration (tea). Number One Son is back from Portugal and has been working well with the kettle. He even put a couple of sausages and some beans together for a light lunch.
I had to pay for this attention by listening to his views on nutrition and where my diet is going wrong. As his first degree is in Sports Science, including nutrition, he has the moral high ground.
Apart from that, I just sat here gently recovering and shouting at the television.
First three sentences – comedy gold, had me and my number one son giggling with glee. I hope it was intended that way, since nobody else seems to have noticed – or perhaps they were just too polite to mention it? Bit late I know, but I hope things are well with you.
Thank you, things are good. I was thinking of you the other day as we had our day trip to the Lakes, and reflecting on all the reading I’m no longer doing.
I hope things go better next blood draw. Good luck, and stay well!
Thank you. I’m probably the best I’ve been for years – just didn’t realise how far down I’d let myself go. 🙂
How annoying to have a son who may be right….and yet…..
Yes, it is. Being right is my job. 🙂
You gotta laugh
Indeed you have. The course is only £49.99 so I’m considering a career change.
https://www.cuddle-professionals.co.uk/professional-cuddler-certified-course
Sigh. Hope it goes better next time. As someone who is, ahem, a good eater, I know just what you’re going through. Lovely remark, though, in the comments, about your son.
🙂 It’s getting easier.
I’m sure he means well.
No offence meant by that,by the way. I’m sure he is a good young man, with your interests at heart. I get on to Malcolm for his own good.
None taken. I’m sure Malcolm takes as much notice as I do. 🙂
No, comment.
🙂
He does, though, not without teasing me by rolling his eyes or playing the selected deaf card. Lol
I have hearing like that. One of the compensations of advancing years. 🙂
Kids, they think they invented things. He meant well I am sure. Bless him.
He does – he’s trying to save my life. 🙂
Then bless him. ☺