Time is standing still.

Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.

Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Blue.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5.
Tears: A few.

Sometimes time flies by; sometimes it seems to freeze. Despite the heat, time is currently frozen for Baggy. Clever Bird knows this is because Baggy is waiting for her appointment on Saturday and it seems not to be getting any closer. Freda Fretter is dreading Thursday and Friday though, in some ways even more than Saturday. Why? Well because on Thursday she pretty much can't eat, as she has to have no fibre! Boiled chicken - no chance. Steamed white fish - nah. So it looks like The Domestic Goddess is going to have to get creative with eggs. How Baggy is going to cope with not being able to drink tea is anybody's guess. But as Baggy (thanks to her severe anaemia), has absolutely no energy, a day with virtually no food will be a challenge! Not however as challenging as Friday a.k.a. laxative day. No food of any description after eight, then a day spent near the toilet. She can drink, in fact must drink lots, but only clear liquids - not even her favourite blackcurrant squash. Then she can't even drink water after 3.00am on Friday. Clever Bird suspects that by Saturday morning, Baggy will struggle to even put one foot in front of the other, so

 

it's just as well number one furry will be looking after her and taking her to hospital. She needs to spruce up Bear, Betty and Toot so they're ready to look after her during the procedures. Yes Baggees, of course the surgeon will think that a 58-year-old woman clutching three soft toys, is a little odd, but there it is! That's Baggy......