Good morning all from Glasgow, where it is 12°C and showery. I used to be one of the posters, who posted right after Mick, but as time has gone one, I've been later and later. ( I started this at 5.45am)
I'm only up at this time to get my Tesco Christmas delivery slot. Supermarkets at Christmas are not a place I wish to be. I spent most of last Christmas, ill in bed, I am too vulnerable to be in crowds.
I would like to announce that you are in the presence of a poster girl. I have always wanted to be famous.
Last night, I received a phone call from a dentist at the dental hospital. (He had voice I could fall in love with! I bet he had perfect teeth into the bargain 😁.)
He was seeking permission to use photos of the lesions on my mouth on a poster, alerting clinicians to the side effects of my R.A medication.
Two other patients have experienced the same, rare side effects and a case study is being written.
I knew my mouth would eventually be famous.🤣
I explained how grateful I was and that I owed the Oral Medicine Consultant and Registrar a huge debt of gratitude, for their diligence and insistence on writing to my GP, urging him to investigate my severe weight loss.
My intention was to write and thank them, if it hadn't been for their expertise and diligence, my condition would have continued to deteriorate. I will be forever in their debt.
The dental surgeon urged me to do so, saying that patients rarely do this.
Yesterday, I was working away and went into the presbytery, where the money counters were. The door was closed, but I could hear my name being mentioned.
I knocked very loudly to alert them, I was there. They asked why I was knocking. I explained it was in case they were complaining about my nagging. 😉
.They started laughing, saying they had been wondering, where I hadn't appeared to interfere , because they had a problem and I could probably resolve it.
I always enjoy my Monday morning banter with them. It always lifts my spirits.
I have a restoration fundraising committee meeting tonight and I need to go down earlier and put on the heating. For some reason the heating in our tearoom will only work manually, the timer isn't working. I don't know how many times, I have alerted the P.P, but he forgets five minutes later.
We have a new minute secretary, heaven help us. Instead of using one word, she will use a dozen. If I make an error in the rotas, I am bombarded with emails and texts, which are always signed with a kiss.😂 Talk about being passive agressive ^
The rest of the parishioners just laugh, knowing I am spinning too many plates in the air, combined with a brain full of mush, it is a recipe for disaster.
Later, I am off to Sainsbury's for my usual Tuesday small shop . I spend more time in the TU section, than in the food one.😉
That will leave me exhausted, so the afternoon will be spent resting. I have found a great Turkish TV series and I am hooked! Sheer escapism.
I am quite annoyed at my feebleness and finding it difficult to adapt.
Yesterday, I managed to arrange the Sacristans' Christmas Rotas, within minutes. A first indeed. Everyone was so co-operative. It looked as if I was going to have to cover Midnight Mass on my own, but my good friend, said he would come and help. After over thirty years of doing it, I am no longer up to doing it on my own and being alone at 1am in a deserted church on Christmas morning is a bit scary!
Today, I will finish off the parishioners' rotas for the next seven weeks, including Christmas. It is a logistical nightmare. I really need a computer program to factor in all the variables. 😂
However, on contacting everyone yesterday, to give advance warning, I did receive some lovely messages, thanking me for all I do. 💕
My best wishes for those in the sick bay and all who are struggling. Have a pleasant day folks.
P,S. I got the Tesco slot I wanted! 🎉