Scatterbrained!

Well I truly excelled myself today in the fluff head department. Previously I have been quite sharp to the point of being in danger of cutting myself whilst at the minute I’m as sharp as a sausage.

I did myself a list for the day so nothing essential was missed off.  Acupuncture appointment with Deb, pick up material, finish myeloma buddy and donkey nosebands* for yoga tomorrow, make cards for blood group meeting tomorrow and a couple of non deadline things.

(* I sold three Buddies last week at yoga, by accident, and agreed that in exchange for keeping the change I would make a donkey noseband for WSPA.)

It was the first time I’d been to Debs since getting back from holiday. So during an in-depth how did it go I mentioned that I was experiencing forgetfulness, but as long as it didn’t get to the point of needing to do a list saying – have wash, clean teeth, go to the toilet – it would be okay.

And then it cost me £25!

I’d paid for two hours on the car park from 11:34 – you can see where this is going. I left Debs at about 13:20 called for some green tea at the health shop and as I was leaving thought I’ll just nip and get some hand sanitizer from an adjoining shop. Whilst there I was pondering the wiseness of getting the m-i-l something germ neutralising so that I don’t get Ebola from her kitchen cloths, okay bit of an exaggeration, maybe just Marburg, when my mobile rang. It was the occupational therapist over the bath seat the m-i-l is refusing to have fitted. The therapist thought it may be a good idea for her to call round with it instead of getting the workman to turn up and have the m-i-l throw a wobbler. So she was ringing to make an appointment for this. I sorted that out and then picked the appropriate ‘kills 99.9% of bacteria within a two mile radius’ products and it was only when I was on my way back to the car park that I even gave a thought to the time.

Low and behold I got back to the car and there’s a traffic warden keying the car’s details into his little machine. He apologised twice and said I could appeal it at a nearby building but I was 10 minutes late so how could I argue.

I was getting a bit teary on the way home – it’s just a parking ticket, wasting £25 fair enough, but a parking ticket, no damage to the car, no points on my licence, no biggy.

B was up when I got home and asked what was up as I seemed quiet. Nothing. A little later as B was getting lunch (well warming up soup) he asks again and I start crying, what the … So then B is looking really worried because I rarely cry and asks

‘Who’s died?’

‘Nobody, I got a parking fine.’

‘Is that all?’ laughing with relief ‘I knew you’d done nothing to the car I’ve been out and checked. Why are you so upset? It’s just a ticket, you don’t get any points on your licence.’

‘I know! It’s the thought that I didn’t even think about it until I was on my way back to the car park. I get distracted by something and everything else goes out of my head.’

To do list for Tuesday

  • Get up
  • Go to the toilet
  • Brush teeth
  • Have shower
  • Get dressed
  • 11:30 – Pick up fellow yoga participant (Need at all costs to avoid having to say at lunch ‘Excuse me I’ll be back shortly…’)

Addendum – I checked my email before posting this and there was one from the MMA List (which for those of you not familiar is a mailing list where you can send out myeloma questions/information). It contained a link to ‘Jim’s Story’ on Heroes Web TV. It’s worth a look – Jim was diagnosed in 1996. It’s nice, he seems, as is compulsory, lovely – my eyes sprung a bit of a leak again, whilst smiling though this time, it must be something in the water, or maybe I need a plumber.

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