Had to phone medical service this morning cause i cant find the letter with the time of my appointment on.
Security questions, dont you just luv um.
Natinal insurance number....no probs
Name....tarra
Address.....here you are
D.O.B......mumble mumble
Age.....erm, i dunno.
"Are you sure your really who you say you are?"
In my head i'm 33, life must have stopped around that time. After using fingers and toes i can confirm i am 35...no i'm not disfuigured and have that many toes or fingers.
When i think what i had to go through last year with medical services i could cry, please ickle man in the moon, please dont let me go through what i did the last time, i'm rather enjoying having my hair back even if bits do stick up cause there still short. Please dont let me feel like the worst mother in the world and please body, dont go into panic attacks. Excuse me while i go introduce my stomach contents to the toilet.
