Well, I had a really bad night last night. Had a relatively early night, by my standards, but woken about 2.30 a.m. with foot cramp. One of the problems is the earlier you take your meds and go to bed, the earlier they wear off… So whereas I might not normally have felt uncomfortable ‘til 4 or even 5, if I was lucky, last night was 2.30! Then all the usual stuff about: “Now I’m awake, I need the loo!” Definitely still awake at 5.30. May have dozed fitfully somewhere in between, but not much. So lost three hours’ sleep.
Just recently woken up - shocked to find it was already half-past-nine. Even more shocked to find a “Sorry we missed you” card on the doorstep, timed at 08:10. Apparently I’d slept right through it.
Luckily, my parcel was was left for me outside the back door - it’s my long-awaited £100-worth of supplements from the US, including the high strength biotin!
What a faff that was to trace and get delivered. Apparently, it has been in a bonded warehouse near Heathrow ever since 9th September, waiting for me to pay the customs clearance - which I couldn’t, because I not only had no idea who had it, or even that it had reached the UK, but no notification of how much I owed or how/where to pay it.
They claimed they had “tried” to contact me. Well how? Telepathy? No mail or email notification, so how could I possibly know where my stuff was, and to pay duty on it? Although I was fully expecting to pay duty, I still can’t if I don’t know to whom, or how much.
Well, all’s well that ends well with that at least. Tomorrow will be one month to the day since I ordered it, so about bloody time!
Can’t believe I didn’t hear the knock at the door, though. Not that I’d have been delighted if I had, as obviously so short of sleep.
Completely out of fresh food, so should have been going shopping today, but now can’t face it, and it’s already a bit late to start (takes most of the day, on public transport, and I still need to wash my hair yet).
So already another day with nothing accomplished that was supposed to be. I’ve got enough tins and packets in to be able to make do 'til Monday (no buses to the shops on Sundays), so I won’t starve, but nothing really very nice in.
So many days start off this way: “In the morning, I’ll do blah, blah, blah”, then morning comes, and I’m like death warmed up, after another crap night, and none of it happens.