Be Excellent To Each Other

Yes, adult shingles is a very different thing to childhood chickenpox - and having the latter doesn't even preclude the former, which I think is just rude.

Any better today, Mimi?

I had a really rough night again. Nothing is comfortable but somehow laying down in the worst of all, so I tried to sleep sitting up but must have kept slipping down and waking up with my nerves feeling like fire. But now that I’m properly sitting up I think I’m a bit more comfortable in the ‘still’ positions than I was yesterday, so I’m hoping that’s a good sign. It’s the first night since Tuesday that I’ve not phoned 111 at 3am, so that’s something.

All the different meds are really messing with my stomach though, so I’m not holding any food down. I think I’d feel a bit better if I could retain food, so I’ve just had some fruit and will have some kefir in a bit.

But yeah, I’m hoping a slight improvement, thanks Daz xx

Meds won’t have had proper chance yet, I bet you’ll have a better night tonight.

I made ‘Mimi Soup’ n your honour yesterday

Aw, I love this!!

I’m hoping that’s soup made from Mimi’s recipe, rather than just from Mimi?

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I wasn’t using that arm anyway.

It’ll soon grow back.

The circle of soup.

I was having a really, really shit week at work and had ordered some smarter shoes for when the colourful trainers aren't so appropriate. Online clearance, plus a discount code, plus a little bit of cashback and I'm feeling good as they had exactly what I wanted so I ordered a pair of size 10s, as that's the size of my favourite boots (an old pair, from a different company, that are so comfy that I wish I'd bought a bunch of them). In fact, so excited was I that I ordered two pairs - a light brown and a slightly darker brown.

They arrived in a nice box, it's a 'proper' show comapany and they look great BUT I could tell as soon as I put my foot inside that somethign was not right. These new shoes are WAY bigger than the other size 10s, so much that my feet slide around and I feel like a kid wearing their dads shoes. Mucho disappointment and it just felt like such a crappy but trivial way to end a shit week.

The thought of having to mess about and be mildly inconvenienced having to send them back and get a replacement pair is for some reason making me feel really anxious.