Proof I’m always right……!

……well, almost always anyway!

The start of the dermatitis did indicate the beginning of yet another flare up. Last night was spent hobbling from one room to the other in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of evil that was emanating from me. After a few mad dashes it finally stopped about 10.30 and I managed to get a little bit of sleep in between the waves cramps that threatened to take away my sanity. This morning was fun too; trying to haul my inflamed self from the bath and not render myself unconscious in the process is always a great way to start any day.

After shouts of “just do it”, I rang the doctor this morning and explained the joys of last night and this morning. He’s prescribed me something which he thinks should control things, failing that he’s going to “take a look”. Pray the prescription works please!

On a lighter note I was expecting a phone call from a good friend of mine. She lives over in Essex and has a couple of kids so we don’t get to see each other regularly, but she does call me about once a month and we have a good natter about anything and everything, just generally putting the world to rights. She’d sent me a text message asking if it was ok to ring me now, so I replied with a yes it was fine. Thirty seconds later my phone starts to ring. “Hello my love!” I answer it. “Hi Cath, its James from Derby”. It’s at this point I curl up into a ball and smack myself rather hard across the head! The shame! He’s a really good looking fella who works for us up in the Derby office. Tracy and I have a bit of a crush on him and we always joke that when he’s down here she’s giving him a rest! She’ll kill herself laughing when she hears that! So now I’m going to employ someone to screen my calls!