Jasmine Stalker-Firth

I had one of those days today which made me feel that if I had better control over myself then I would not get so worked up, upset myself and spend the day in a tizzy. I should take a leaf out of Jasmine’s book as she was sitting there all day, her usual happy self, watching me get my knickers in a twist.

Jasmine is into her Baby Einstein in a big way. She loves the links (thank you, Christine and Dick) on her buggy and reaches out and touches them a lot and licks them when she is hungry and falls asleep with her hands stuck in them. She also loves her Uncle Andy’s underpants on the cot and goes to sleep to the music.

The day started early, Jasmine vomited at 5.30am and then the food pump finished at 7.30am and then our dialysis delivery arrived at 8am. These guys are brilliant! They arrive when they say they will and deliver what you need and find their way to your flat carrying lots of heavy boxes.

The community nurse rang up at 9.30am saying she would be there at 10am. She arrived at 11am and had forgotten some things. She said she would be 10 minutes and came back an hour later. She finally left at 12.30pm.

Then Frenesius, the food pump delivery company, didn’t deliver what they said they would (giving sets which we put milk in and connect to Jasmine’s NG tube for her overnight feed) so I had to phone them up and the woman on the phone couldn’t be bothered to understand what our surname was and asked questions about my order which demonstrated that she had no idea about what her company supplies. At this point I was quite cross and went downstairs to bollock the concierge for signing for two items when we had only received one. The concierge was quite contrite so I went back upstairs and bollocked Frenesius again. They are sending out another delivery tomorrow. I will believe it when I see it.

I unpacked my shopping which I had dragged all the way back from the supermarket and realised that the checkout operator hadn’t removed the security tag from the bottle of wine that I had bought so I will bloody well have to return it. My Godfathers! It really was the last straw. No wine.

So, Jasmine and I had to watch Hairspray to calm my nerves. Jasmine was her usual chilled self and enjoyed the catchy tunes. By the time I was calm, it was later than usual to put Jasmine on her machine. She was tired and cross and had a temperature (37.6). I had a melt down for ten minutes until I pulled myself together and took some deep breaths and Neil took over and put her on. We waited an hour and her temperature had gone down to 36.4.

I really must start doing my yoga again as it has fallen by the wayside since Jasmine came home. Yoga will be good and not only for my nerves: I tried a dress on today and it wasn’t very flattering at all. I am chubby round the edges and felt a bit down about this so I stuffed my face with lots of lovely chocolate caramel shortbread to cheer myself up.

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