Sally's World

Sorry for my short and slightly depressing post last night, it’s just been a couple of days of ‘one thing after another’

We thought Deion’s school hygiene room was sorted, but when I went to check on the work, the education department have it all so tied up in red tape, they don’t know if it will be done in time…another day on the phone and writing letters, just making sure they understand what their duty of care is.

We have builders in making a suitable place for us all to live and to give Deion his own self contained space….total nightmare, we just seems to be throwing money (we don’t have) at it and it seems like progress is going backwards.

I had a puncture, and had to wait for ever for the AA man and then pay roughly a weeks wages for a new tyre!

My tooth is killing me, I have to go and have oral surgery next Wednesday…I only care because it means I’ll probably have to miss salsa.

Money went missing from my account, and it took me a couple of hours and a few more grey hairs to get it straight.

The hospital have lost my test results, so I need to go back and redo them.

Deion has been getting tummy ache, so we went to see the bowel and bladder specialist yesterday afternoon, his bladder is hanging onto it, so he has to have tablets, if that doesn’t work he’ll need catheterising…I think he’ll hate this, but its another waiting game. And a full bladder study, poor little guy. I do feel like I am failing to protect him from ANYTHING these days.

My husband has probably worked about 60 out of the last 80 hours!

I’ve put on four pounds, and I don’t know how!!! I HAVE NOT been overeating, I guess it seems shallow to worry about it with everything else going on, but it pisses me off none the less…and I am in full self pitying mode now…

Right, I better had go, I am going to salsa tonight with Trojan Trojan's Corner and I am soooo looking forward to switching off for an hour or two…having said that I’ll probably get run over, struck by lightening or mugged the way my days have been going!!!

Up until I was pregnant with Aaron, I used to go kick boxing; I really enjoyed it as a way to keep fit. And it was great for relieving stress…or what I thought was stress! When I look back now at the things that stressed me out when I was 15/16/17, I realise I may have been a tad dramatic about things.

Mostly, I do stick to Yoga, but I’ve gone back to kick boxing several times over the years, and seeing as life is a little stressful at the moment, especially what with the test results e.t.c. I thought I’d give it another go. I joined a gym quite a while ago, and am sorry to say, I do not take full advantage of that membership. I don’t get there every day, even every week; there are days when the only exercise I get is from going back and forth from the fridge, or from lifting large bars of chocolate to my mouth. But hey, its all exercise right!!!

The gym has a punch bag, so I dug out a track suit and gloves from the back of my closet and headed out. I bypassed the running machines (I’m too clumsy, I fall off them), bypassed the gym balls (I’m too clumsy, I fall off them), ignored the rowing machine (I’m too clumsy, hit myself in the jaw with the handle) and went over to the punch bag like a woman on a mission.

One thing I realised is, that the same way we are advised not to go to do the grocery shopping while we are really hungry to avoid buying your body weight in chocolate; you shouldn’t go to the gym while you’re angry. I got a tad carried away and literally beat the crap out of the punch bag. I think a few people were concerned. Maybe because I was muttering and swearing under my breath… And I think I heard a couple of people deciding whether or not to call a psychiatrist, failing that an exorcist!

The good news is, I got rid of a lot of pent up anger and frustration…the bad news is, I can barely move. Like I say, I overdid it just a smidge, my arms are killing me, they shake should I so much as try to lift a cup of tea to my lips. And climbing the stairs, forget it; I had to go up on all fours.

But I’m ready to fight another day…bring it on…okay, so I may still be getting a little carried away!

Take care

Sal xxx