Good things about being hard of hearing:

• Cannot be kept awake by loud neighbours anymore
• Will not be woken up by Weasel/Horatio snores
• Can ignore people unintentionally resulting in less guilt
• No more sensory overload of the hearing variety [sight still fine]
• No job can make me use the phone [YAY]

We’ll skip the bad list today.

I have another form to fill in about my benefits. This is very difficult. One question asks me to tell them about my illness. I always feel silly trying to describe it. Plus I’m not sure what bits are really important. I’ve written something on the computer and I’ll write it out by hand when I have it right. I didn’t mention my roving joint/muscle pain but then they want to know why I might have trouble getting out of a chair or standing for more than 30 minutes.

I called Robin last week and we spoke for ages then she offered to come and get me so we could see each other. So today she arrived at 10:30, she offered shopping bits and I said I’d always wanted to visit the garden centre near her house so we went there. I got a lovely beaded curtain for the front door and some bird seed. Then I got to see Robin’s lovely house and gorgeous garden. It was huge and all sheltered with trees and bushes and there were two ponds and a conservatory. We talked for ages and caught up on everything under the sun. She gave me very rich chocolate cake with strawberries – delicious! It was really nice to get out of the house.

The curtain for the door is fantastic. Our house gets very warm in the summer and we get a wonderful through-breeze when the front door is open too. Weasel rigged a shoe lace and it looks great.

Yesterday we got a card through the door saying I’d got a parcel! I wasn’t expecting anything. So today Weasel went and collected it. My aunt sent me six boxes of Dots! I couldn’t believe it. I had two left from a previous package she’d sent so I opened one of those to celebrate. Was a very nice surprise.

I did some fairly major updates to my illness page the other day. I expect I’ll make another tomorrow or the day after. My hearing aid assessment is tomorrow. I’m so scared that I won’t be suitable for some strange reason. Even though I know the fear is illogical it doesn’t stop me thinking about it. Gah. Thankfully the appointment is first thing in the morning so I won’t have long to panic about it.

P.S. If you know the musical from whence came the title, I love you forever.