Plans for the day, week, month, year or even the rest of your life… We all have them. Sometimes I can’t plan for the next hour let alone the next week.
Recently I’ve had to cancel plans to see Take That, cancel on meeting up with friends and a birthday party. I hate cancelling, people are understanding but it doesn’t help me feeling guilty.
I managed to attend the christening of my friends little boy yesterday – Brodie. It was a lovely celebration and I managed to hide the bags under my eyes and pasty face under some makeup! Sometimes I like that my disease is invisible, like on a special occasion I can look “normal” even if I don’t feel it. Other times it is a hinderence, when people presume you feel fine when you look fine. Trust me blusher works a hell of a treat!
Brodie’s present off me and A. And Mum insisted on a “front door” picture before I left. I felt like it was my first day back at school (I had a photo like this most years on the first day back).
I’m so glad I was well enough to attend and Definately earned my afternoon nap yesterday.
So plans… This week my only plan is to make it to Friday when me and A are off to see Take That in concert at the cinema to make up for the fact I missed them in Manchester.
The week after is a week full of hospital appointments. A steroid test which takes all morning on 22nd, a meeting at the hospital on the 23rd regarding an art installation depicting organ donation, a vascular scan on my arm on the 24th and my operation on the 26th.
Life in general hasn’t turned out the way I planned it (well how I imagined it would when I was 16 and didn’t have a care in the world). I wouldn’t change it though, it’s shaping who I am and I wouldn’t have met half the people I know. I’m very happy with my little lot.
I just wish I was well enough to work at the moment and I feel like I’m letting people down, but I know my health has got to come first. Thank goodness for supportive parents who are seeing me through and A and Buddy who are keeping me smiling, even on the darkest of days.