butterflyuk

I have spent a horrendous day at work today. With my key worker off I had to make do with the Goby one. She has a heart of gold but the voice of a tin pot. If A. E. Bell was alive today he will revoke the copyright of inventing the telephone. Who needs a telephone with the voice like that? I am sure she can speak to her sister in New Zealand without any cost of a phone call. As the day goes by the volume increases nearly reaching 80 decibels or that’s how it feels.

I have been to the mortgage lender in lunch time but my ears were still ringing and my mind so unsure about leaving her alone to hold the fort that I couldn’t keep my concentration at the figures presented. When I returned the afternoon was equally stressful. I had not had any breakfast, lunch or my usual caffeine intake and I was very irritable when I finished.

While putting the food to cook and walking the dog round the block I remembered that I must put the rubbish out for the morning collection. I had my coat and gloves still on so I picked up the bin bag from the kitchen and started going down to the yard. Of course the dog had to be in front of me as going to yard means getting out again. As I wobbled down the concrete steps the sensor light went off. I was so clumsy with the coat, gloves, the bin bag, my hair hanging on my face and the dog under my feet that in the dark I missed the last step.

Got my ankle twisted and came out in sweat with the pain. I managed to come back up and like a sissy cried because of the pain, the annoyance and the frustration. I was all right once I got my build up out and eat some food but the Sickie who joined me in crying wouldn’t stop! I can’t even feel sorry for myself without worrying about him over reacting.

So now I am sat here with my leg up the computer desk with the ice pack on it and feeling cold. I hope it is not too bad as there is no way I can afford to be immobile.