I’m OK (yay!), bread wounds, and shown up by the bambino

So after all the drama, the blood results say I do not have sarcoidosis again. I wrote that in my best Jerry Springer ‘You are not the father’ voice…

Obviously I am relieved. I hate going through this worry every time something happens to raise the concern again. It’s very difficult not to get worried but I guess when I’ve been doing this for another few years, I’ll get used to it. The boyf in that very pragmatic approach he has to things reminded me that much as may feel it’s a pain in the batty and an intrusion, it’s a side effect of what I have had and it’s just the medical establishment being precautionary. Better they check things rather than cause me to end up with seriously diminished eyesight like they did before and call it a ‘mild eye infection’….

Jaysus I am a bitch sometimes!

Thirty two came and went in a chilled day followed by dinner with the crackerjacks – the bro (Uncle Titty), little bro, and my ma.

We’d only been there a hot minute before my ma caught the boyf rolling his eyes mischievously at one of her wide sweeping statementa and tried to throw a napkin at him, missed, and landed at the table behind us. Everyone was in stitches laughing as my ma who always says ‘I used to throw the javelin with Tessa Sanderson’ seemed surprised that she’s an overzealous thrower….

We went to an Argentinian steak restaurant that we went to for one of our Christmas shindigs. The food had been previously amazing so we could hardly wait. It was like night and fricking day! The bread was hard, stuff was being mircowaved, and we were served food that looked like we were at a greasy spoon! The boyf doesn’t normally get annoyed about stuff (like the way I do) but he was p*ssed off.

But…he doesn’t like making a scene…or harping on about it…like my ma does…

The manager came over and my ma told him off saying how the food was awful and that even the bread was hard.

‘Look! You could stab someone with this bread!’ and she grabbed his arm and jabbed it at his wrist. We all (including him) dissolved into giggles.

They’d mentioned that the card machine had broken and my ma initially made noises about going to the cash machine and then it became clear that she was waiting for me to pay for the meal. ‘I don’t carry cash!’ she announced in tones that could rival the Queen. She always says this which is silly because you always need to have some cash just in case… But I thought I’d test to see if she was actually going to go to the cash machine as she kept insisting she was, so I gave the boyf’s cash to him and waited to see what would happen.

I turned away for a moment when all I hear is the bambino, ‘Here Nana! Money!’ and I turned around to see that she’d only gone in my bag, gone through my purse and handed my ma forty quid! I was incredulous and choking back laughter! I can’t get away with anything!

Tagged as: birthdays, family, frustration, giggles, sarcoidosis, toddlers