Yesterday I had a good surprise come my way. I told you my luck is changing! I jumped on the scales, expecting bad news, as I’ve eaten very poorly over the past week while I was trying to re-adjust to working life. Instead, I’m at my lowest weight yet! Not by much, granted, and given that my weight fluctuates so much there’s a good chance it won’t stay that low for long, but still…it was a very happy surprise! I knew I’d been doing a lot more steps during the week, what with catching public transport and working in the city, but I thought I’d counteracted all that by eating fast food for lunch each day. I guess not!
Apart from that pleasant surprise, yesterday was a pretty good day overall, although it was a little hectic for my liking (given that’s I’m back to the standard two days a week off). I slept in a little, then got up, went to get my nails done – purple and sparkly this time! – then hit up the grocery store as I wanted to try banana M&Ms and banana Tim Tams (I’m obsessed with banana flavoured anything), and then across the road to get some “get well” balloons for later on. [Side note for Australians: Banana Tim Tams are amazing, banana M&Ms are okay but not fantastic.]
Once that was done, I headed to mum’s and then we headed off on an hour drive to visit my grandma in hospital. As I mentioned here, she was diagnosed with cancer last week. They operated on her a few days ago, though with her dementia, she often can’t remember it, as I predicted. She was looking pretty good when we got there, sitting up in a chair by the window, watching a massive tree slowly get cut down at a property across the road from the hospital. She was as talkative as always, and just as forgetful. She switched from talking about the operation and going home, to asking when the operation was. At one point she was so convinced she hadn’t had it yet that my mum had to show her the scar. This apparently happens quite a lot. My parents and uncle are talking about putting her in respite care prior to her going home, as they’re worried she’ll get home and forget all about what happened, then lift something heavy or do something she shouldn’t and do damage to her scar. As my grandpa passed away last year, she lives by herself, and she’s always been very independent (probably where I got it from!) so her staying with one of us is probably not an option as she’d refuse, and one of us staying there isn’t ideal either as she lives an hour and a half away. Still, I think she’ll be very frustrated in respite care. Her independence will feel like it’s in jeopardy. Not much anyone can do though, really…a bit of a blow to her self-esteem is better than a stomach full of popped stitches. Plus, once she gets out of care, she probably won’t remember too much about it anyway, so I guess that’s a plus.
After we got back from the hospital, I headed straight home to go to a house warming. I’d gotten ready, jumped in the car and gotten all of about two streets away when I get a text from one of my friends I was meeting there saying she’d been held up and would be about an hour late. As the other friends I knew were going to be as late as that too, I turned around, headed home and killed time. That’s one of the pitfalls of being shy and introverted…you absolutely cannot be the awkward person at the party who doesn’t know anyone. It’s way too stressful. I got a message about half an hour later asking if I could pick my friend up at the station on the way. Another introvert secret – we love having an excuse to turn up to a party with someone else! I said yes and headed out. Even with navigation, I still always manage to get lost. Sometimes it’s my fault for diverting from the map, and sometimes it’s the nav’s fault for being vague or misleading. Last night, it was the nav’s fault for being vague. I missed the turn off and wound up getting stuck for 15 minutes on one of my least favourite stretches of road ever. Worse than that, because I didn’t know exactly where the station was, I also drove right past it, and where I was isn’t very forgiving when that happens, especially on a busy Saturday night. There weren’t any parks, I couldn’t find side street to turn down and the roads were narrow and packed which added to my stress levels. Worse, when I finally found side streets to turn down (kilometres away from the station), they were all one-way. Seriously?! My friend called me and asked where I was, and I could only give her vague answers because I legitimately didn’t know. I wound up driving around some more, and between me basically doing a circle of the block and her notching up her step count, we finally managed to meet up, a good half an hour later.
By the time we arrived at the house warming we were an hour later than we initially planned, but our other friends had only just turned up so it was all good in the end. It was fantastic to see them all again as it had felt like forever, and we chatted away like no time had passed at all. Before we knew it, it was time to head off. I had to drop my friend to her partner’s place right in the heart of the CBD (did I mention how much I hate the city?!), which was fine up until she jumped out of the car. Then I was alone with my nav again…and my nav hates the city just as much as me. It basically managed to get me on one side of the bridge, do a massive U-turn through the city, then get back on the other side. I’m still not sure how it managed that. I missed one turn but as far as I’m aware, it wasn’t one that led straight to the bridge, so it shouldn’t have caused major issues like that. Then again, I’m the most directionally-challenged person ever, so maybe it was a bigger deal than I thought?
Anyway, what should have taken me about 40 minutes took me over an hour, but I finally got home. It was the latest I’d been out in a very long time, but I’d had a great time and I’m so happy I finally got to see those guys again. They make me so happy.
This morning I slept in a little again, got up, tried to catch up on some of my TV shows that had piled up during my busy week, planning after a few episodes to get some housework done. Instead, I had a long soak in the tub, then got out, put on another episode and promptly fell asleep. I woke up 3 hours later feeling refreshed but guilty – I hadn’t exercised, done housework, put a dent in my TV shows or even eaten properly. I didn’t dwell on it though. My slept debt had been pretty huge after this week, so it wasn’t massively surprising I’d fallen asleep. I got up, put some washing on, made a very late lunch and re-watched the TV show I’d fallen asleep through. Now I’m sitting in the sun, blogging, glad it’s not too hot. I might go for a walk later, although my foot is still giving me issues. I’ll see how I feel. I’d really only be going for the dog’s sake, as if it were up to me, I’d be resting my foot in preparation for tomorrow and the rest of the week. I just feel bad because now I’m working full time again, the dog is being left alone a lot, which makes me want to take her for her beloved walks. Decisions.
Like I mentioned, I’m back at work tomorrow, my first full week of being at my new job out of training. I’m really looking forward to it. The team is awesome and I feel like within a couple of days I should be right to do a lot of things without help. I can’t wait for that. I feel like such a bother having to tag along with other people. I know it’s inevitable and part of a new-job experience, but it still sucks. I guess it’s just my fierce independence showing through again. I hate relying on other people for things! Hopefully it’ll go well 🙂