Over the past few days, I’ve been dosed with a cold and sore throat. However, just during that time, I made chicken in the slow cooker, did the dishes and laundry, mopped my kitchen floor and cleaned the coffee stains on my tables. In between then, I was talking to friends across the Atlantic on Skype. Man-Flu is NOT an option for me. 🙂
There is an issue I have to resolve with a neighbour – which is still on the QT – and I have ensured that my uncle will be there with us to iron everything out. In the midst of all that, I need to keep on trucking.
I’m looking to get back to work, so I’m considering hiring a car to get myself work-ready. 2019 was whenever I crashed-and-burned and have to focus on domestic matters. I’m on my own. Therefore no one can do it for me.
Last night I was up all night and only slept about five hours this morning from about 9:50 am to 2:50 pm. But I managed to get my car washed in Moneymore – some little sod wrote ‘dick’ on the boot of my car – and I bought some supplies.
Tomorrow and Tuesday I have InDesign training. From what my instructor told me last week I will be the only person present. But that might be an advantage as I cope much better with one-to-one tuition. My Asperger’s brain isn’t too focused when in a group. I once attended a sign langauge class and only lasted two classes as the Teacher, who is deaf herself, was too fast paced for me. Apparently her mum worked with my aunt-in-law at South Tyrone Hospital. Small world. 🙂
The WiFi on my MacBook Pro wasn’t working, so I am using Ethernet on Windows 7. Earlier I had made a prok chop and peas. Grateful that I could cook something simple.
I feel that my life is going fine. Next Saturday Night I’ll be at an alternative 90’s Disco in Belfast. That should be more up my street. 🙂 It’s via a Meetup.
I also filled in an application form for a receptionist job at an Optician’s place in Dromore; County Down. God willing, I’ll be able to drive to there.
Hopefully I’ll have a productive week next week.
I have the runniest nose on the planet and my accent is hard enough to understand as it is without a sore throat to boot. Being ‘dosed’ (as we say in Mid Ulster) is not a good position. I have used up all the Manuka Honey I got from Holland and Barrett three weeks ago just to soothe my throat. There is only so much tea and so many Co-Codamol tablets I can take.
Also, my driver’s license renewal; for change of address; is delayed further by the need to fill in both a psychiatric and neurosis form which arrived in the post yesterday. First thing this morning I sent them to the Mental Health unit in Cookstown for my Shrink and Occupational Therapist to fill in. So much paperwork in this country. Bloody bureaucrats. :@
Now I have to floss my teeth to protect my gums. Another forced exercise for my Asperger’s brain. Some of the gaps in my teeth aren’t as obvious as others.
On a more positive note, I unearthed mum’s slow cooker; a wedding gift from 1978 which hasn’t been used in roughly twenty years; and have a pork chop cooking. Sprinkle the bowl with Worcester Sauce and cook on high for 3 1/2 to 4 hours. Had one back in Friday.
Still smarting from a Weekend from Hell, culminating in the Patriots winning the Superbowl. :@