Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Yellow .
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 3.
Tears: No.
Overall day(s): 😵
Thank you baggees! Creative Clara wouldn't do it without you - write her blog that is. This week's baggees have made an excellent job of filling in Baggy's blog's map of the world. Baggees have popped in from the United Kingdom, Russia, Ireland, USA, Germany, Belgium, Portugal, Australia, Canada, Equador, Poland, Estonia, Hong Kong, and the Phillipines. Thank you all. It still amazes Hormonal Hannah that anyone is interested in Baggy's ordinary little life, but while ever you are baggees, Clara will continue to attempt to describe it for you. Not that there's much to describe today unfortunately.
After yesterday's long (but successful) day, Baggy had an early night. Not unusually however, she slept really badly. Partly she suspects, because the furries had guests. Clever Bird realised this when Baggy put on her dressing gown last night. It had been laying on the bed all day with Hinge cat asleep on it. Within minutes of putting it on, Baggy was doing a good impersonation of Hinge, suddenly scratching random bits of herself. Furry Mama had a light bulb moment - fleas!! Sure enough, dressing gown whipped off, Clever Bird spotted four new pink spots on Baggy's side. The dressing gown went straight into the washing machine. Baggy pinched one of number one's to put on. Whilst Furry Mama grabbed a little tube of flea treatment and made a bee-line for Hinge. But the girl is not stupid and can move fast for a fat cat; it took a couple of attempts, but the deed was done. Hinge vanished in a sulk. Bracket decided to stay out of Furry Mama's way.
Between Hormonal Hannah waking Baggy up every couple of hours to go to the loo, and Baggy having to scratch itchy bits each time (while trying not to wake up a snoring number one), she didn't exactly get much sleep. She woke up (sort of), this morning, with a bad eye-ball ache and feeling very spaced out. This was shortly followed by a mini hot sweat, at which point it occurred to Clever Bird that Baggy didn't take any of Hormonal Hannah's pills yesterday - no HRT, no happy pills. How is it that Furry Mama never forgets to give Minty Mutt his four lots of morning medication and three lots of evening medication and yet Baggy frequently forgets to take Hannah's pills? Usually she remembers at some point in the day, but not yesterday! She did however remember to hijack Bracket kat with the flea treatment when she wasn't looking! Minty Mutt is easy to do - Bless him. The house on the other hand....not so easy! The Domestic Goddess will have to try hard tomorrow! But Clara digresses.......
Clever Bird has suggested putting Baggy's pills with Mint's pills, so that she would remember to take them, but let's be honest baggees, that would be sure to end in disaster. Although dementia pills might do Baggy a bit of good, Furry Mama isn't sure that HRT would help Minty Mutt a lot. But perhaps, that's why Baggy is feeling so poorly today - a day without chemicals. Who knows? But have you ever had eyeball ache baggees? It's excruciating and the painkillers are not even touching it. So when Calum headed off this morning to fill Dodgy truck with fuel so that he could get to work at stupid-o'clock tonight, and to buy himself some healthy food for his truck, Baggy took the opportunity to go and have a little "lie down". About three hours later she woke up. Calum was home. Baggy's eyeball ache had moved to the other eyeball. She flopped on the sofa and ate salted caramel flavoured cookies, while her darling husband put the Sunday roast on. Yes baggees, it is more than high time that Baggy got back on the Fat Club eating plan! She has so far put two stone of the three-and-a-half that she lost, back on again! In Hannah's case there's no two ways about it, stress and depression equals comfort eating!
Minty Mutt raised his eyebrows at Furry Mama. "You're absolutely right boy, it's not fair that you don't get a walk, just because I feel ill. Let's go." Minty was happy to be out, even if Baggy wasn't. Autumn seems to have arrived early in little old Suffolk. There was a definite nip in the air. The sun was shining and hurting Baggy's eyeballs even more, although she did remember to put on her sunglasses. But she was glad that she'd made Furry Mama put a jumper on under the ubiquitous dungarees. What on earth is Baggy going to wear for winter? What is the winter equivalent of baggy dungarees?..........
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