I have to vent.
I have had an extremely shitty week and I'm not happy and as this is my blog, I'm going to rant. Sorry if anyone was after a more positive read but I'll post something positive next time I promise.
It was my birthday on Monday. I was running late in the morning, but made it into work on time and had a pretty good day. Fast forward to 6:15pm Monday evening. My colleague dropped me home, I reach into my bag and "oh shit" - no keys.
I called my Dad to see when he would be home, which was apparently going to be at about 7:30pm. He suggests going and seeing my Mum at work and getting her keys. My very patient colleague gives me a ride into town, I have a quick look in a shop to get food for dinner and then walk in the cold and rain to the office my mother cleans a few evenings a week. I hammer on the door 4 times. I say hammer, I mean virtually kick the door in. She doesn't hear and so by this point I have no choice but to just go home and sit on the doorstep and wait for whoever gets home first to let me in.
By the time I get home its 7:20pm and what do you know, my mother is already home. She apologises for not hearing and then watches as I unpack the food, ignores the hint of "I could really do without cooking this evening" and goes and sits in front of the TV.
The rest of my evening played out with me cooking dinner for me and my Dad, me doing the dishes and then me going to bed at 10pm because I'm so pissed off that I figure its the only option. Happy fucking birthday.
Tuesday seemed to be ok.
Wednesday was the day of the fall. My knee absolutelyy poured blood, didn't start to heal over and generally hurt like a bitch...but that didn't mean that anyone was going to say "hey, don't worry about fixing dinner. I'll do that. Rest your knee."
That didn't happen on Thursday either. Even though it was still weeping and swollen and bruised. No offer of help with cooking. I eventually ended up in the hospital getting one of the A&E doctors to make sure it was ok. Apparently it is, but its going to take some time to heal up due to the size of the wound.
I was meant to go to the theatre on Saturday but it got cancelled because my friend couldn't get tickets. Another let down. We're going to go in a few weeks, but its kind of not the same.
Today, I go back into work. There is no heating and we have no computers for the first 2 hours. I should have stayed in bed, it would have been more productive. My knee still hurts, mostly when I bend it obviously because the graze is trying to heal over.
Tonight, my dad figures out what he's going to eat and asks what I'm going to have. Because THERE IS NEVER ANY FUCKING FOOD IN MY HOUSE UNLESS I BUY IT OR WRITE A GOD DAMNED LIST to make sure someone else gets stuff, I have nothing to eat for dinner and once again, I'm nearing 10pm and am pretty much about to go to bed because if I'm sleeping my annoyance level can't raise.
I know that the above is all self-indulgent whining but I'm just a bit pissed off that this week has been so shitty, I mean it was my birthday. I'd really like it if from time to time someone offered to take care of me for once - offered to cook dinner or told me to rest. Either that or if we just operated a policy where I don't worry about anyone else and then maybe I wouldn't feel so horribly let down when I need some help and don't get it.
/end rant
On a more positive, less emotional note:
My best friend and his boyfriend took me out wine tasting last weekend and it was fabulous. It was a total surprise, they just told me to be at London Bridge Tube station at 1pm. We went to Borough market and had ostrich burgers for lunch (if you've never had Ostrich - I urge you to try it), then did 3 hours or so of wine/champagne/gin/rum/absinthe tasting, had dinner at Wagamama and then just chilled out in the evening. I've never ever had a birthday surprise before and I'm extremely grateful to have such wonderful friends to plan that for me.
