Flitting

Last week I blogged at my other site and forgot to tell you.

Monday was recovery. I ached in a lot of places. I went into work because I had to swap my Wednesday in the office for reasons I will explain later. In the evening I went to Macquarie Centre to watch Boff and some members of The Sydney Walking & Social Meetup Group ice skate. I would've loved to join but for some unfortunate blisters from the hike. Boff bought me a decimalised version of a dozen roses. It was very sweet of him. It's the first bunch of flowers any of my boyfriends has ever given to me.

On Wednesday, instead of going to work I went to Woronora Crematorium in Sutherland to farewell Ness' father, who died in a car accident on November 22. I didn't really know him - I met him once when he visited Australia a few years ago - but I was there for Ness. Her mum and dad had just moved back from Malaysia as he had accepted a job in Sydney. Turns out he didn't leave much - Ness will be using her savings to support her mother until she's either eligible for a pension or she goes to live with family in The Philippines.

The wake was at Ness' place from 2.30pm. Most people left around 6pm leaving Ness and Russ, Melanie and I drunk and craving Chinese food. At around 11-something I limped home from Hurstville: I had work the next day. There's so much more I can say about the situation, but I think most of it is confidential, so I won't.

On Thursday I flitted from colleague Lauren's farewell (she's off to have a baby) to the first anniversary of #prjournolove at The Argyle. Didn't have a lot of money to spend on drinks so after my 2-for-1 cocktails and the birthday cake (a hefty chocolate mud) I went home a bit out of sorts.

Well, I didn't sleep very much because in the space of an evening I managed to develop UTI (I blame period-related activities) so I was up every couple of hours to go to the bathroom, despite starting on a course of naturopathic pills (albeit expired). In the morning it appeared to have cured itself so I went to Vinnies for my volunteer shift. But a couple of hours in it came back. Combined with my lack of sleep it took a lot out of me so I went home sick and had a nap.

Hauled arse out to The Rocks to have afternoon tea with Skippy at La Renaissance and felt a whole deal better, plus subsequent, less frequent visits to the ladies revealed that the UTI seemed to have gone. We ended up wandering down to Chinatown to eat at a nice Japanese place and Passionflower near the Capitol Theatre with her friends Tania, Siv and Ray (who live in Artarmon and gave me a lift home). Really nice to spend a chunk of time with her.

Weekend was very nice. Spent most of it with Boff and *shock, horror* actually braved his place overnight. (His place, despite its size, is like a junkyard. How can one man have so much useless stuff?) I now have a toothbrush there. Does that mean anything?

If things don't make sense in this post it's because it's 2.55am and I'm quite tired after giving blood this morning (I mean yesterday, Monday). On the up side, I've lost weight and my haemoglobin is up; on the down side I spent a lot of money shopping for Christmas presents and stuff I need. Crashing now.