Well that sucked.
As any one that has read here for anything longer than 2.4 seconds would be well aware this little old space is all about me and OMG IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY, and I was all over celebrating it.
And anyone that has been reading here for more than a week would know that my body is a fucking arsehole and is constantly fighting against me doing anything that makes me fucking happy.
Clearly my body won.
So I spent the night/morning before my birthday in hospital…
With pain levels at OMG WHAT IS THIS LIVING HELL and chucking my guts up.
And the day of in bed too terrified to eat anything lest the pain come back (no, it is not my gallbladder)
Pity I got my first birthday cake baked for me in over 20 years on a day I can’t eat it…
But I did get a funky lamp from MPS,
And my aforementioned GHD lovelies from Boo.
A birthday visit and present from Ally (on Sunday but it still counts).
And a call from Maddie and Too.
MPS has promised me a do-over birthday with dinner at the fanciest restaurant in town and more presents when I am feeling better on my ‘Well Birthday’
And anyway I have been whining about wanting a holiday for ages and technically laying in bed for a week is kinda like a holiday cause I have done fuck all. And I just saved us hundreds of dollars per night in hotel charges.
So TECHNICALLY I could go and buy more shoes and still save us money.
ALSO while no one would plan a birthday like this, it is not as bad as the one I spent in the stroke ward and the only meal I got was fucking cold roast lamb, green beans and International Roast.
Shit, if someone chucked some Crocs on my feet I would have been sure I had died and gone to hell.
So to dig up a phrase from 2011…