Friday and Saturday were spent with the Best friend in Chester. We had an absolutely wonderful time and spend Friday day time at the Zoo. The place is HUGE! and we had to miss out a few enclosures to make sure that we got to see everything we wanted to. This included seeing the Okapi, which I have always wanted to see and walking through the Fruit Bat forest, which is a big building (quite dark) in which around 500 bats are flying as you walk through, it's a wonderful experience. We also had a lovely lunch in the restaurant there and an ice cream as well as doing other standard zoo things such as going on the monorail and visiting the gift shop. The Best friend and I are now proud owners of cuddly giraffe (me) and red panda (her) key rings and I also bought a cuddly chimp, as we both decided that it reminded us of The boyf. A picture message was sent to him and he likes his present.
We then had a big meal with the rest of her flatmates, which was really nice and went to the pub later that evening with all but one of them. It was a pretty full flat this weekend as one of the other girls had her sister over to stay with her too.
We then watched a film, a nice romantic comedy kinda film we thought we'd enjoy. To put it bluntly, it was rubbish, and just full of a huge number of cliches! Bit disappointing but it was something to do.
Saturday was spent having a good lie in! (Totally deserved after the amount of walking that we did at the zoo...). Then we wandered over to the butchers round the corner (I was a massive fan of this) to buy venison sausages and other meats to take away. The venison sausages were then consumed in sausage butties for breakfast, with the remaining being saved for a pasta bake to have that evening. Next on the agenda was shopping in Chester, something that I particularly love. It's a wonderful city with some of my favourite more high end shops that you don't get in the likes of Shrewsbury and Telford. This included a Crabtree and Evelyn, Jack Wills, Joules, Whites of London etc. It was lovely to go and look around them all, not so lovely is the fact that I'm a poor student. All I bought was a bottle of wine from M&S and a card and wrapping paper for Mothers' Day. The rest of the time was spent relaxing and eating before I came back home. It was lovely to see the Best friend again, and to see Chester.
Sunday was spent at Grandma's, a place that I'm particularly fond of. The houses (the Uncle and Aunt also have a house on the same plot of land) are both beautiful and the setting is very desirable). The Elder Bason's came to join us, to celebrate mothers day and all the giving of presents etc was done. Before arriving I went to the local garden centre to go and get both Mother Bason and Grandma a pot plant and pot each, it was meant to be a little extra to go with their gifts. Instead, I bought some very lovely plants and pots (one in pink, one in purple) and then decided to get them gift wrapped, so both presents turned out to be more expensive than the original presents! It was worth it though, they both loved them.
Today was spent being downright lazy, the first lecture was cancelled, so I never did bother with the second (I don't like Mondays-itis), I finally dragged myself out of bed well into the afternoon, before going to physio, which was quite frankly a waste of time. This evening I went to the hospital, where I had major issues with parking and had to borrow 50p from some nice man, then I couldn't find the way to the ward, and after getting there and waiting for what seemed like a life time, I was called in for my scan.
I was dubious from the start, she was very curt, and didn't ask the details of why I was there etc, what had been all the medical reasons that I needed a scan blah blah, which part of me just thought it was because she'd have read my motes, the other part of me wasn't so sure. Sure enough the scan was done with no hassle, so at the end I was told I was free to go and that they were not allowed to discuss the results of a scan with the patient and that I had to book an appointment with my doctor. At that point I knew that the NHS was too good to be true again and that as usual they couldn't give a monkeys about the fact I finally thought I was going to find out what was wrong. I felt like screaming 'ARE YOU BLEEDING SERIOUS' at her (she hadn't exactly been friendly) but I refrained. I have to say I am truly disappointed. It's been over a month now and for one reason or another I still don't know what's wrong with me. I don't care if they take ages to treat me, I just want to know what's wrong with me in the first place.
Seriously considering going private, but for now, I will go and buy chocolate full of the fat that I'm meant to be avoiding for the gall stones that they think I have but won't tell me even though they had the results on a screen right in front of them.
I'm not bitter at all... for now folks, I bid you farewell
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