Shameless

(Updated to add: I have un-passworded some old posts, merely because I happened to come across them earlier, and Google reader has decided that they are New Output. Useless bastard thing.)

A-tishOO.

Hello. Blogging is now my sole intelligible source of communication with the outer world. My voice is failing, my face is glowing like a belisha beacon, and when I do try to say something it DOWNED DIKE DUMB WONE DOLDING DY DOZE. 

I have three boxes of tissues on the go, all of which, with the innate malice of inanimate objects, keep hiding from me. My distress when there is actual fluid egress from my nose and my flailing, questing hands cannot unearth a single tissue, is absurd and pitiful. I have a feeling it looks horribly reminiscent of a portly yet scrabblingly desperate squirrel attempting, and comically failing, to relocate a particularly juicy cache of nuts.

You will surmise from the above mental image that the housework continues to stay firmly on top of me.

Harry, whose recent behaviour I am too miserable to actually regurgitate here, has his long, long awaited appointment with his Paediatrician tomorrow. It will be a tense affair, as not only am I expecting strenous attempts at further watching-and-waiting on the doctor’s part, but there is significant disagreement subsisting between John and I also. I am shortly crawling away to bed to conserve what I can of my brain cells and my voice, in the hope of being better-able to present a coherent and rational argument tomorrow. The mood I’m in, however, I shall probably just burst into tears as soon as I sit down in his office.

This would Not Be Helpful.  Which, naturally, considerably shortens the odds of it occurring. 

I’m sat here casting around, trying to strike a more cheerful note to end on – I feel a vague moral responsibility for those of you who click away thinking, ‘Well. That was a pisser of a post. I’m depressed now!’ but I’m buggered if I can. Sorry. Really sorry. Maybe next week.

The best I can manage today is shameless lobbying for your nominations, please, because I really rather want to win an iPhone, if that’s ok…

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17 Responses

  1. A-tishOO?
    Hatsjoe!
    Bless you.
    Hope the tissues will stop playing hide and seek on you. No, hope you won’t need them much, especially not at the doctors…

  2. I’d rather be depressed by you than by just about anyone! And I hope tomorrow’s appointment goes smoothly, and that the united forces of Farmerly Parenting prevail.

  3. I always do a happy little wiggle when you pop up in Bloglines, and you’re entitled to be depressing right now, FFS. Totally nominated you 🙂

  4. I nominated you…not sure how it works, exactly, but I put you in for best blog writer.

    Hope you feel better soon, and that Harry’s appointment goes well.

  5. Wishing you resolve and fortitude for the pediatrician appointment tomorrow! And hope you get over that cold soon. I just had one for about two and a half weeks that damn near broke me. Ugh.

  6. Nominated you to ! for best writer hope that was the right category. Lots of sympathy on the cold have just had the constant dripping (pouring) nose and eyes got as far as evaluating best tissues !!( the ultra soft with balsam)

  7. Fingers crossed your appointment goes better than you expect.

  8. oh bless you! Hope you feel better soon

  9. Good luck for tomorrow. (I always mistype that as lick. I am the MAD one, obviously). And get well soon.

  10. Dude, I nominated you.

    How does one see who’s nominated? I totally want to see if I’m on there!

  11. Nominated. So.

    Hugs. Waiting with bated breath to see how It Is All Going.

  12. I nominated like crazy. Full commiserations from fellow sufferer in the antipodes. Crossing fingers that Paed visit went according to plan. Yours, not his.

  13. Hope you are better and that the appt went well. Off to work out this nomination thing.

  14. Ooh, I hope you win that iPhone! And hope you feel better shortly. And hope the paed appointment was productive…

  15. I hope you are ok hun, both physically and emotionally. Sending you a hug xx

  16. Hope that the appointment went ok and that things have perked up a bit. Or at least you got some chocolate and that that made things better.

  17. Hope you feel better soon, and that Harry’s appointment goes well

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