A slightly earlier mid-week blog than usual as I'm fiddling around with my days this week, so am working tomorrow and then straight out to London to see a friend. As a result today has been hugely busy and I appear to have driven at least 75 miles in the pursuit of health and happiness.
Had my appointment with the lovely gynae consultant at the hospital today, who is cautiously pleased with my progress thus far but is altering the doses of my HRT in order to take the St John's Wort happy pills into account - so I'm a bit concerned about how that will affect things, but once again we'll have to see. I'm also being referred to another gynae expert in Guildford to see whether I might at some stage need another op or not. I hope not, but you never can tell. Such is the exciting health life of we middle-aged Surrey women. Hey ho.
Immediately after that I drove across to near where Lord H works in order to sort out, with him, the conveyancing on our new flat purchase, so we've now instructed a conveyancer and a mortgage company, so I'm not sure there are any other orders we need to give anyone. Not yet anyway. So far, there are only a couple of issues that need sorting out - so I will I suspect feel calmer when they're out of the way. All this unfamiliar stuff is making me terribly jittery - which doesn't surprise me.
Thank goodness for tonight, when we're out to see The Importance of Being Oscar at the Guildford Theatre, so an opportunity to relax and enjoy definitely beckons. How I need it!
Other life excitements this week so far have been the redoing of the tarmac at the University car park which means everyone is desperately juggling for spaces and we all have to get in early in order to find one. Not too much of a problem, and these things have to be done - my only difficulty has been attempting to find where the heck I've put the car at the end of the day as it's not in my usual place and, being me and a creature of routine, I end up staring soulfully through the fencing at where I usually park and wondering why I can't get there, and why indeed the car isn't there at all. Really, how people live lives of adventure and change is beyond me - I like structure and for things to be the same. Lordy, what a wimp, eh.
The Delaneys and Me continues its whistle-stop tour round the Amazon Kindle Gay Fiction charts, and was up as high as Number 20 earlier this week. Many thanks to those people who are buying - it's very much appreciated.
I'm also very happy to say that I've reached the 40,000 word marker in my blogged novella, The Prayer Seeker, and you can read the latest episode here. I reckon it might end up being 45-50,000 words, but certainly no more.
Not only that, but I've reached my 400th meditation poem, hurrah! Here are the latest two:
Through all the bustle
the demands, the dreams
and the night-waking fears,
the greatest desire of all
is simply to be heard.
When all is done –
the words, the tears
and the hard-won hope –
The Prayer Seeker's Journal
Ohh my dear hope no new ops is needed. That the new dose of HRT isnt going to make you all odd and scary like the woman next door whose just started her's and has taken to singing Tom Jones numbers at 4am in the back garden on a child's swing! - Bet ya glad you don't live down here huh!
It's not a comment it's a smile in words and a hug in the ether!
Tee hee, thanks, Jason!!! Cue song: It's not un-US-ual ... :)) Hope you can hear my dulcet tones warbling away from Surrey!
I'll ask Lord H to get a swing for the garden ...
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