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Mar. 2nd, 2015 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolIt's been rather a long time since I last posted. Er, whoops.
So, I went to the Lake District... two weekends ago? It was to see Doc and Kirsty and what a lovely weekend it was. "We've just taken you to do our weekly shop and driven you around," Doc apologised at one point. I pointed out that looking at interesting local food shops and getting someone else to drive me around the Pennines was my idea of a wonderful day. Plus catching up with friends, and watching lots of Doctor Who, and generally marvellous good times. Also, we went over the Settle-Carlisle line, and I looked out of the window and pined for the stark beauty of the North.
Because: I love London, to the extent my old 'going to school' nightmares have been replaced by 'moving away from London' nightmares. And Britain is full of beautiful landscapes. But I love the epic, stark and frankly weird views you get in the North, across the Peak Districts and the Dales and the Pennines. I was glad to see some of it, if just for a weekend.
Anyway. That was my weekend with Richie. On Tuesday I worked from home and got myself to the GP on Tuesday, where she poked at my stomach a lot and confirmed that I did not appear to be four months pregnant (this is backed up by now seven negative tests) or have any 'odd lumps', which is comforting, but she also pointed out that my period not rocking up for four months is concerning, I shouldn't be as tired as I am, etc. Probably not just a vitamin deficiency, apparently. So on Wednesday morning, after fasting, I went to wait for two hours at the blood clinic and got blood drawn. Either I am very ill or I had a brutal nurse, as over five days later I have a bruise on my forearm the size of my palm. Deeply annoying, as it's below my elbow line and I tend to have my sleeves rolled up. Anyway, I have to phone up again at the end of this week and try to make another appointment to get the results so, you know, I might actually know by the end of the month if there's anything wrong. Is My Thyroid Actually Working, a story by Colleen Aged 27 And A Half. (I looked up the symptoms and I realised that, er, I have all of them? Which is a bad thing...)
(Ironically, GUESS WHAT TURNED UP ON SATURDAY. Currently in fits and starts, and no cramps, but good grief.)
I spent the weekend with Richie and completely failing to work on my assignments. Oh, god, I'm going to be so far behind. However, on Saturday we went to Kew Gardens in the sun an admittedly blistering wind. We then went to Richmind, and found a little cellar pub with good beer and cider, and watched the rugby followed by Songs of Praise, as the pub forgot to turn the telly off. That was weird, let me tell you.
And now for another week. I am brutally busy in work. However, the light is improving and I am doing really well on this year's Lent resolution. None of this giving up food stuff this time around, and instead every day I Have To Go For Some Exercise. Not jogging or the gym, but walking from the Tube, or to the Tube, or doing some yoga, or like today cleaning out the HR cupboard in work for two hours of heavy lifting. It's a good thing, I think, as it makes me not think about how busy things are! (Ok, yes, I have a lot of catching up to do tomorrow now but at least I have space to start filing things again, ha!)
So, I went to the Lake District... two weekends ago? It was to see Doc and Kirsty and what a lovely weekend it was. "We've just taken you to do our weekly shop and driven you around," Doc apologised at one point. I pointed out that looking at interesting local food shops and getting someone else to drive me around the Pennines was my idea of a wonderful day. Plus catching up with friends, and watching lots of Doctor Who, and generally marvellous good times. Also, we went over the Settle-Carlisle line, and I looked out of the window and pined for the stark beauty of the North.
Because: I love London, to the extent my old 'going to school' nightmares have been replaced by 'moving away from London' nightmares. And Britain is full of beautiful landscapes. But I love the epic, stark and frankly weird views you get in the North, across the Peak Districts and the Dales and the Pennines. I was glad to see some of it, if just for a weekend.
Anyway. That was my weekend with Richie. On Tuesday I worked from home and got myself to the GP on Tuesday, where she poked at my stomach a lot and confirmed that I did not appear to be four months pregnant (this is backed up by now seven negative tests) or have any 'odd lumps', which is comforting, but she also pointed out that my period not rocking up for four months is concerning, I shouldn't be as tired as I am, etc. Probably not just a vitamin deficiency, apparently. So on Wednesday morning, after fasting, I went to wait for two hours at the blood clinic and got blood drawn. Either I am very ill or I had a brutal nurse, as over five days later I have a bruise on my forearm the size of my palm. Deeply annoying, as it's below my elbow line and I tend to have my sleeves rolled up. Anyway, I have to phone up again at the end of this week and try to make another appointment to get the results so, you know, I might actually know by the end of the month if there's anything wrong. Is My Thyroid Actually Working, a story by Colleen Aged 27 And A Half. (I looked up the symptoms and I realised that, er, I have all of them? Which is a bad thing...)
(Ironically, GUESS WHAT TURNED UP ON SATURDAY. Currently in fits and starts, and no cramps, but good grief.)
I spent the weekend with Richie and completely failing to work on my assignments. Oh, god, I'm going to be so far behind. However, on Saturday we went to Kew Gardens in the sun an admittedly blistering wind. We then went to Richmind, and found a little cellar pub with good beer and cider, and watched the rugby followed by Songs of Praise, as the pub forgot to turn the telly off. That was weird, let me tell you.
And now for another week. I am brutally busy in work. However, the light is improving and I am doing really well on this year's Lent resolution. None of this giving up food stuff this time around, and instead every day I Have To Go For Some Exercise. Not jogging or the gym, but walking from the Tube, or to the Tube, or doing some yoga, or like today cleaning out the HR cupboard in work for two hours of heavy lifting. It's a good thing, I think, as it makes me not think about how busy things are! (Ok, yes, I have a lot of catching up to do tomorrow now but at least I have space to start filing things again, ha!)
