Don't tempt fate I always say. How true!
Back in the day, what could go wrong was a litmus test to the cosmos, just to even the odds. Rarely did anything go wrong. But I now get the feeling all that good luck has to be offset with bad and boy, are we paying for it now!
Where to start? From the back-to-back kidney operations. Which revealed the incredible shortfall on what we thought was the perfect medical plan. Yikes. R10 000 later and all we have to show are a few chunks of Ca/Mg crystals in a jar and I have a few more lines around my eyeballs. A bill for R8550 still pending. If you hear yelling in the not-too-distant future, it's me, reacting to the outcome!
The washer has just packed up. The electrical one, not the human one. But it's touch-and-go for both models at present. And his majesty delighted mineself with the news this pm that the former is now officially 7 years old and thus there are no longer replacement parts available. I did take a moment to point out that the latter is pushing 33 and any more bad news may wear some of her parts out too! So to the kindness of family and washing the delicates by hand. I lament, no wonder I don't get manicures. Total waste on a slave such as I.
I also recently lost some weight. About .5 carats to be exact. Yes, bye-bye 300yr old heirloom diamond, one of seven! Oh the shame. The Welsh arm of the family are doing proverbial somersaults in their caskets. I cried all day, about the diamond not about the Welsh!I love my wedding ring. It's the only item of real, hefty material worth I own. I scoured this carpeted purgatory we call home on my wee knees with an old hose over the hoover nozzle but to no avail. I did however make some interesting finds on my hunt. Am going to have to have some stern words with the "help". And the inhabitants for that matter!
I blizted the oven with cleaner this am before my departure from the abode and upon my return later (her madamness was slumbering) I decided to give it the "wipe-down". Whilst doing this I accidentally decapitated the middle finger on my right hand on the roasting-tray-catch-all doohickey that goes on the bottom of the oven. It bled quite badly and I must admit in light of the irritating events of the last few weeks I was tempted to squeeze it very hard and "bleed out" right there at the kitchen sink. But then my IQ kicked in and after some quick calculations I realised it was going to take forever for me to die and probably make a gia-normous mess that I was just going to have to clean up later and I would have to leave a suicide note and the pen and paper were miles away and oh, screw it, it was just too much PT!
There are a few more woes to expose to cyberspace but I'm growing rather bored of waffling on about them all endlessly. I am however keeping a physical list in my day planner. Who knows, I could give it a read in a few years time and laugh at my stupidity.
For now I try to surround myself with pitiful people, but I can't find any. I take comfort in the fact that I have an awesome support system. Those in my inner sanctum meet my needs on all levels. From fitness, to food, to folly, to friendship. And some special ones meet all those needs at the same time.
Today did however did deliver a gem of another kind in the eternally honest words of the sproglet who told me a I looked like a gorgeous queen fairy princess. I didn't have the heart to enlighten her that queens are not what they used to be! Heaven knows that chat is coming but may I be granted a few years. I need to get my story straight.
For now I am off to hunt for the lid of my water-bottle sans bath time and the madness that effects a hostile take-over of my boudoir each evening.
I would just like to add in closing, that you cannot have OCD and a toddler simultaneously and deign to remain sane.
Nighty night!
