Hi there gang, I'm just popping in for a bit of TLC. What a day I had, I'm exhausted! Especially due to that dratted maths class, they are so unruly! 
Glad the trousers came at last Grammaretto, still no sign of the gloves.
Good to hear the oncologist is trying to help your husband. It must be so difficult.
I have to admit to not reading the rest of the thread, I'm going back later to read it properly and give it my full attention. It doesn't mean I don't care, I just don't know where the day has gone and my brain is mush just now, due to my RA flare up. My maths class can confirm.
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I had planned a restful morning, as DH was going out of the house for the first time in 12 weeks, to play golf.
My friend phoned over to say wasn't it great her DH and mine were off out. Bliss.
Then the phone rang. It was my newly retired RA consultant to see how I was doing. My new consultant had been diverted to Covid ICU and my old consultant at 70 was picking up the reins again.
He is an absolute star and I was devastated to see him retire.
To cut a long story short, he was concerned that Covid had put the scuppers on my new treatment and my RA was pretty bad just now, with no sign of any respite and I hadn't had my fortnightly bloods and kidney checked from 3rd March, either.
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The outcome was that I should dip into my emergency lung steroids pack and take them for my RA, until they came up with a cunning plan.
I really need a spell in the day ward to be checked out and try out the new meds under supervision after my last allergic reaction, which put me in coronary care, but it is too risky, as there has been a Covid infection there.
My consultant will call a case conference (I feel very important
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He was so kind, it made me quite tearful, especially when he reiterrated that I would be shielding for some time to come. No parole for me! ?
I then had to brave the dragon at the end of the phone in doctor's surgery to explain what was happening, as it would be a few weeks before my consultant would be able to contact my GP. You need to speak to a doctor, I can't help you! said she.
That's what I'm trying to tell you, said I.
Well, a lovely GP phoned back immediately and was so kind and supportive, asking why I hadn't asked for help sooner.
Basically, I was afraid I would need to go into hospital and never come back out again !!!
So we have an interim plan, until the doctors decide what to do.
In between all the phone calls (including a few impatient ones from DD), I was trying to make millionaire's shortbread, as a thank you for my kind neighbours. It turned out extremely well, despite all the interruptions.
Then DH appeared back and I hadn't had any benefit of him being out! I used to complain about him being out too long! 
My neighbour then phoned to say that her wee grandson had come to visit (she hadn't seen him for 12 weeks) , did I want to come out and see him.
I spent a very pleasant half hour in my font garden, chatting away to various neighbours at a very safe distance, apart from DS1's MIL, who doesn't observe social distancing. ?.
We were all trying to distance ourselves from her.
Then it all went pear shaped. A carton of cream ahd burst all ove rthe Tesco delivery. What a mess!! I spent nearly an hour, trying to clean it off the shopping.
I then noticed all the bread products, mine and my daughter's were flattened. ?. This the second week the shopping looked as if a three year old had packed it!!
I was raging, probably it seemed worse that it was because I was struggling today.
So I phoned Tesco customer services and got the loveliest young man, who was most apologetic.
The poor young man had to listen to me rabbiting on about how grateful I was for priority slots , and how helpful the drivers were, before I started on about staff training, although I knew it was difficult with so many new staff.
Once a teacher, always a teacher.
He actually thanked me for being such a nice customer and agreed that this had been an issue for some time , as they had so many new starts.
I feel that being in shielding is a full time job. 
There are enough hours in the day.
Anyway I'm leaving some of my baking to go with whatever you are all drinking.
I need to go, it may be tomorrow, before I pop in to read all your news.
DH is hassling me to watch a film! (Exasperated icon needed)
Keep safe my friends.