Stirfried veg and noodles

I’ll keep this very short, as I’m not feeling great: mum mum reckons it’s because I go to sleep ‘so late’, by which she means 10.30pm, maybe 11 if I get caught in the ‘just one more chapter’ trap. I somehow doubt that’s what’s causing me to feel under the weather, but maybe she’s right and burning the 10pm oil is what’s leaving me feeling less than sparkly.

Mum started the day with a brief panic at the thought of her medical appointment, circling from “what are they going to do to me?”, via “I don’t want to”, to “don’t let them take me away”, repeatedly about half a dozen times in a hour.

(And it’s interesting that mum doesn’t consciously remember being in hospital last year, but whenever something medical happens she’ll get really worried that she’ll be ‘taken away’, so it’s obviously in her memory somewhere.)

As I promised mum numerous times, the ECG took only a few minutes. It took the medical person more time to untangle the machine’s cables (which, like all cables, had tied themselves in a knot despite having been put away tidily just a few minutes previously) than it did to do the test, and it showed nothing of concern.

I have spent much of the rest of the day doing not much, as moving around makes my head swim, whether through tiredness, not having drunk enough water (oops – I’m making an effort to correct that now), or the start of a bug of some sort. Although if it’s the latter, it’s a mystery where I got it as I never go anywhere.

Dinner was, by a happy coincidence, a really easy meal: stirfried veg (a pack of Tesco ‘sweet pepper mix’ which contained precisely three small pieces of pepper 🙄) with noodles and a homemade sauce. Mum liked it so much she asked for seconds, which almost never happens.

Tomorrow a friend of mum’s is coming round for a cuppa, a prospect that mum has reacted to with quiet enthusiasm rather than the overwhelming panic I was expecting. Maybe the anxiety really is improving.

And there I’ll stop. Oh, and the answer to the joke in the post title – brought to mind by a segment of a tv programme about algae farms, which gave me a brief flashback to my days of working on coastal planning applications – is, if you don’t know, “because the sea weed”.

Probably not worth the wait, tbh.