This morning I was supposed to get up early (on my day off!) to take my grandmother to the hospital. Apparently, she needs to get her heart 'kick-started'. When she called the hospital to check her appointment time, some halfwitted person says to her, all casual-like, "Oh, no, not today. We cancelled your appointment on Friday. Your blood count is too low."
Thanks for telling the 81-year old that she didn't need to worry herself sick all weekend.
Grr. It makes me so angry. My nana is just the sweetest person I know and I feel so bad for her, that she stressed herself out for no good reason at all.
On the bright side, I was forced to get up early. I'm such a stay-up-late-sleep-in-late kind of girl, but getting up early meant a start on some assignments and three loads of washing already done. Getting so much accomplished makes me wonder why I insist on forcing myself to stay awake until my eyelids literally cannot stay open.
So, I think now, after I finish watching this video on Adele Parks from the fantastic site Novelicious, full of guilty pleasure-reading, I'm going to make myself a coffee and curl up on the couch to read some more of my book.