‘Clean the fridge’ omelette, salad, cheesy garlic bread / roasted Mediterranean veg and halloumi with tomato flatbread

Sorry for the no post yesterday: after a shower, I spent most of the day making phone calls, then went out to a G0 appointment, then came home and cooked dinner. I was, unsurprisingly, utterly exhausted by the end of the day and just couldn’t find the brain power to write anything.

The GP appointment was about last week’s severe pain episode. I’ve had no problems since, but the area remains tender under pressure (aren’t we all?) so I’ve been referred for an ultrasound, just to be sure.

For dinner I made one of those classic ‘day before groceries are delivered’ dinner: a classic Spanish omelette, with added chicken breast and mixed peppers, served with salad and cheesy garlic flatbreads. Mum said it was lovely and that she’d love to have leftovers for lunch today.

Mum, however, won’t generally eat leftovers, so I had them instead. What a shame.

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Today I had a rather frustrating phone conversation with someone from the Island’s living aids service, from where I get various accessibility items including a toilet frame. That is probably the single most important item of equipment I own, as without it I can’t use a toilet independently.

Sadly, the frame has cracked, and is currently stuck together with packing tape to try and stop it breaking further. Today I made a second attempt at requesting a replacement, and was told that, unless I can return the broken one to their HQ in the county town, they can’t bring me a new one.

I explained that, without the frame, I can’t use the toilet on my own. The person was very sympathetic, but the best he could offer was that they’ll bring me one when (if) they have to make a trip to this area to deliver items to someone else.

I’ve made a complaint, stressing that I’m complaining about the policy not the people, but if I suddenly go quiet for several days then you’ll know that my packing tape repair has failed, with disastrous results.

Then I spoke to someone in another NHS department, about mum’s lichen scoliosis, which isn’t improving and is making mum feel really miserable. Luckily they have a cancellation slot tomorrow, so mum and I will be trekking over to the hospital yet again.

The rest of the afternoon has been spent saying “yes, I know it hurts, mum, that’s why we’re going to the hospital tomorrow” roughly every 30 seconds.

For dinner I roasted Mediterranean veg and sliced halloumi, then added a tomato and garlic flatbread for the last few minutes of cooking. There’s no photo because my phone was on charge and I couldn’t be bothered to go and get it. Sorry.

Now, despite not waking up until nearly lunchtime, I can’t wait to go back to sleep. I’ll catch you tomorrow, if I don’t sleep through it.