And so on. And so on. 3/10, and I'm being *charitable*.
Still, beggars can't be choosers, I suppose; if I want help, I have to put up with what I can get. All I can hope for is that he hasn't manked it up too totally. It was really kind of Jus both to to-and-fro me there and to sit and handhold while I twitched and tried to answer, particularly since he gave up his morning off to do so. *snuggles his pusscatman*
And so then it was too late, and I too stressed, to face Tamar, particularly since Karen had to attend Louise's speech therapy this afternoon, so couldn't pick me up from Tamar, and the idea of facing a solo bus journey on a baddish pain day and not much sleep... no. So I called Tamar and apologised, and they said "Not to worry, we were just going to call you to check you were OK". Which is nice, but if I'm not OK I actually can't answer the phone :)
GP appointment scheduled for 11am this Friday. I need prescriptions, and, more critically, a backdated sicknote (seems the benefits can be backdated three months).
And now I'm going to make a cup of tea and lie down a while. *hurty!Kay*