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Playing Catch-up
Feb. 18th, 2003 06:21 pmSo much has happened in 5 days. It's just amazing. Thursday just seems like such a long time ago and it's where I shall start because I can't actually remember before that.
I gleefully finished up my work on Thursday, looking forward to Friday off, threw all my things in the car and drove to the usual Thursday hospital appointment. Got out of the hospital. No car. Cue Erm, I'm sure I parked it there, help I'm going nuts! thoughts. It gradually dawned on me that the car really, really wasn't there and wasn't hiding from me. So then I jumped up and down and swore. A lot. Then headed back into the hospital. Not my favourite place at the best of times. I was allowed to use the phone to report the theft and phoned my parents to get them to stop all my credit cards and mobile phone (yes, idiot girl had left her wallet in the car by mistake). Would have been stranded rather a long way from home in not the nicest area if it wasn't for my consultant, who developed a slightly disconcerting mother-hennish streak and insisted on driving me home.
Missing car couldn't be helped so I went off to Scotland as planned on Friday. Was met by men with guns at the airport. That was a bit bloody scary. The journey was fine though - I so prefer the plane to nasty Virgin Trains. And it was cheaper too. The weekend was extremely manic, spent meeting as many people for coffee / lunch as possible. I had a lot of catching up to do and just about managed it - no wonder I'm so knackered now. I was lucky enough to get a house to myself. My old flatmate was away so I used her house and looked after her cat, Cassie, who is absolutely adorable and about half the size of the monster who owns me. It would have been nice to see her but it was also good to have a quiet bolt-hole just in case I needed it. Luckily, any twinges of the anxiety and generally depressive stuff I've been experiencing got pushed to one side because I was just too busy!
Saturday was the Highland Ball, my main reason for going up, which was just lovely, though my calf muscles are still two solid blocks of pain. Ouch! I resisted the urge to drag my beautiful green dress all the way up because it is stunning but awful to transport. I wore instead a new black skirt made from all different lengths of chiffon material, ending in points. I knotted a long, red silk scarf around my waist to brighten it up and tied red ribbon around my neck to match. It actually worked amazingly well, considering the outfit's simplicity. My pointy red shoes had to stay behind though because of space and I was wearing dance shoes for most of the evening anyway. I had a lot of fun - but it was upsetting to realise how much I miss the dancing and the people.
After dancing pretty much non-stop until 1am, we all decamped to the After Ball Party, where pancakes were eaten and highly alcoholic punch was drunk. It was warm and cosy and nice to catch up with all the people from other dance groups that I ended up not leaving until 5am. Walking back to the flat was utterly freezing in a thin skirt. It was -5 degrees celcius, which isn't much by US standards, no doubt, but brrrrrr. We had approximately 5 hours sleep before getting up for a survivors brunch in town. About 20 people invaded a cafe. I defied my diet and ordered pancakes but found that the all day pancakes were so popular that they'd run out of pancake batter - boo hiss.
I managed to crash and get an hour's kip at some point during the day or I would have collapsed. Then I got Indian take away, which was just amazing, from my favourite restaurant with another friend. Monday, I ran around like a headless chicken trying to set my poor friend's flat to rights before she came home. Then I jumped back on the plane and today... work. Boo, hiss.
My car still hasn't been found. I honestly thought it would turn up - last time it was stolen it was found within 24 hours with busted locks but mainly intact. *sniffle* I have images of it sitting burned-out. I need to call the insurance company tonight. Don't you think it's awful that if some thieving bastard takes your car you still lose your no-claim's bonus?! I mean, it stands to reason but even so. Why couldn't they have stolen a rich person's car?!
So, that's catchup kind of complete. I so need sleep. I think I'm going to join the cat for a snooze...
I gleefully finished up my work on Thursday, looking forward to Friday off, threw all my things in the car and drove to the usual Thursday hospital appointment. Got out of the hospital. No car. Cue Erm, I'm sure I parked it there, help I'm going nuts! thoughts. It gradually dawned on me that the car really, really wasn't there and wasn't hiding from me. So then I jumped up and down and swore. A lot. Then headed back into the hospital. Not my favourite place at the best of times. I was allowed to use the phone to report the theft and phoned my parents to get them to stop all my credit cards and mobile phone (yes, idiot girl had left her wallet in the car by mistake). Would have been stranded rather a long way from home in not the nicest area if it wasn't for my consultant, who developed a slightly disconcerting mother-hennish streak and insisted on driving me home.
Missing car couldn't be helped so I went off to Scotland as planned on Friday. Was met by men with guns at the airport. That was a bit bloody scary. The journey was fine though - I so prefer the plane to nasty Virgin Trains. And it was cheaper too. The weekend was extremely manic, spent meeting as many people for coffee / lunch as possible. I had a lot of catching up to do and just about managed it - no wonder I'm so knackered now. I was lucky enough to get a house to myself. My old flatmate was away so I used her house and looked after her cat, Cassie, who is absolutely adorable and about half the size of the monster who owns me. It would have been nice to see her but it was also good to have a quiet bolt-hole just in case I needed it. Luckily, any twinges of the anxiety and generally depressive stuff I've been experiencing got pushed to one side because I was just too busy!
Saturday was the Highland Ball, my main reason for going up, which was just lovely, though my calf muscles are still two solid blocks of pain. Ouch! I resisted the urge to drag my beautiful green dress all the way up because it is stunning but awful to transport. I wore instead a new black skirt made from all different lengths of chiffon material, ending in points. I knotted a long, red silk scarf around my waist to brighten it up and tied red ribbon around my neck to match. It actually worked amazingly well, considering the outfit's simplicity. My pointy red shoes had to stay behind though because of space and I was wearing dance shoes for most of the evening anyway. I had a lot of fun - but it was upsetting to realise how much I miss the dancing and the people.
After dancing pretty much non-stop until 1am, we all decamped to the After Ball Party, where pancakes were eaten and highly alcoholic punch was drunk. It was warm and cosy and nice to catch up with all the people from other dance groups that I ended up not leaving until 5am. Walking back to the flat was utterly freezing in a thin skirt. It was -5 degrees celcius, which isn't much by US standards, no doubt, but brrrrrr. We had approximately 5 hours sleep before getting up for a survivors brunch in town. About 20 people invaded a cafe. I defied my diet and ordered pancakes but found that the all day pancakes were so popular that they'd run out of pancake batter - boo hiss.
I managed to crash and get an hour's kip at some point during the day or I would have collapsed. Then I got Indian take away, which was just amazing, from my favourite restaurant with another friend. Monday, I ran around like a headless chicken trying to set my poor friend's flat to rights before she came home. Then I jumped back on the plane and today... work. Boo, hiss.
My car still hasn't been found. I honestly thought it would turn up - last time it was stolen it was found within 24 hours with busted locks but mainly intact. *sniffle* I have images of it sitting burned-out. I need to call the insurance company tonight. Don't you think it's awful that if some thieving bastard takes your car you still lose your no-claim's bonus?! I mean, it stands to reason but even so. Why couldn't they have stolen a rich person's car?!
So, that's catchup kind of complete. I so need sleep. I think I'm going to join the cat for a snooze...
