Just spent the last half hour trying to sign into WordPress. I finally got there in the end but I’m not sure how and I’m fairly certain I won’t be able to reproduce the steps I took. There was an automatically generated password in there somewhere which I’m hoping my iPad will remember but I’m not confident.* I suppose I should be pleased that the company is working so very hard to keep out anyone who might want to write random unofficial blog posts. It’s just lucky that the surgical case I’m looking after isn’t too demanding. In fact, our patient did a wee prayer to God before going off to sleep, which made me feel a little uncomfortable because the surgery she’s having is entirely cosmetic. Is that judgemental of me? Probably. Anyway, I suppose it means I’m now doing God’s work. Everything is going well so far, you’ll be pleased to know, apart from my not being able to log into my blog site. I might suspect God of trying to ensure I’m paying attention, but surely that’s just paranoia?
We’re now deep into December so I’ve managed to persuade my surgeon into letting me put on my Spotify Christmas playlist. His only condition was no Mariah Carey. We’re currently listening to a souped up version of ‘The Carol of The Bells’. Very nice. I’m also wearing as much festive theatre apparel as possible.
The trans flag lanyard isn’t festive but I’ve swapped out my old Hufflepuff one under pressure from my son. It did seem rather inappropriate to be looking after people having gender affirmation surgery while wearing something from the J K Rowling universe, a person who has vowed to use all her Potter income to wipe trans people from the surface of the earth. Or their rights, anyway, which is much the same thing. It was false advertising, anyway, as I’m pretty sure I’m more of a Slytherin.
Does a trans flag lanyard make me “woke”? I think my Xmas hat, jewellery, and festive playlist exclude me from that hated group, because don’t woke people say “Happy Holidays” because of their war on Christmas? Honestly, it’s hard to keep up. I’m just glad to be avoiding the US of A at present, and not just because I’m afraid of getting shot.
Simon is fully recovered from his surgery and is back at work. Now I’m the one with health issues, with a couple of cold sores recently, and some sort of nerve issue going on in my buttock and leg. I suppose it’s sciatica but that sounds so much like an old person thing (Ooh my Gawd! Stap me! My lumbago! Aargh!) Besides, Simon tells me it might not be from my back but rather pyriformis syndrome , which still affects the sciatic nerve, but a bit further down. I’d never heard of it before but after he mentioned it I did some frantic googling. Apparently it’s associated with too much sitting. Rude! Harvard had this to say on its website.
I circled the bit that caused me disquiet, sent it to him and said I could understand why he was wary about examining me to confirm the diagnosis. But as it turns out, he’d never heard of that particular test. He even expressed concern about how I refine my google searches. Rude, again! You can see that there’s somewhat of a lack of respect in our marriage, which is perhaps no surprise as tomorrow is our 30th wedding anniversary. I have no idea honestly how we made it this far. Habit, I suppose. (Love you, darling! And don’t forget, 30th is diamonds. Yes, I know I’ve said that for every anniversary before this one, but this time it’s really true…)
*it didn’t