appointments

Ok now I am really going batty or doo-lally as some of my English friends say.  Today I got up, had my shower and did not put on deodorant.  I was having a boob squash and of course could not use deodorant. So up I got, did all that was needed in the house and then drove leisurely down to Elizabeth to the Breast Screen clinic.  Once I was there I had to fill out a form about my boobs.  The paper contained lots of questions but no-where on the form did it ask, "Have you come on the right day"?

I thought that the lady was taking a long time to process my form plus she looked a little confused.  There I was there champing at the bit wanting to have my boobs squished to A4 size. However, it is no good going to the clinic four days before your appointment.  Unlike me the lady being of sound mind could not see any appointment for me today or even tomorrow.  I have to go back on Monday.  I have just added to my note on the fridge the correct day.  I had the time right though!

It appears to me that I thoroughly confuse most people.  Every now and then I do know what I am doing but mostly I am mistaken, confused, vague, forgetful and let's face it, down right dopey.  My friends never know if I am fully cognizant about what I am doing or not.  Whether or not I function or not is a sort of lottery. If there enough oxygen going to my brain I may be relied upon to turn up for appointments, make toast and coffee at the same time, multi-task in any way shape or form.  If the oxygen is lacking then chaos ensues.

So on Monday I will turn up again to have boob squashing done.  I have a note on the fridge plus I have told my friends to ring me and confirm that I do have the appointment.  Of course I know when I set all this in motion that I will get mad at everyone for nagging me.

Monday 2nd September, Boob Squashing Appointment.

Ooh and it is Father's Day on the 1st.  Not that I have a dad but just in case someone needs reminding.