Scan, man

September 23, 2009 9:07 PM

Busy, busy day here today with lots of preparation for our visitor going on, which primarily involved me doing lots of cleaning whilst trying to negotiate my mum and her plans for what I need to do when my dad arrives next week who is our second very temporary visitor that we will be entertaining this month.

Whilst I am busy upstairs with Mr. Muscle the Posty delivers my MRI scan images that I'd asked for from the hospital so quite keenly I have a look through them to see if I can self diagnose (bit late now since I know what the problem is!) but alas it appears they missed of MRI diagnostics off the national curriculum whilst I was at school so a bit difficult to decipher anything other than the general bone structure and makeup of the knee. I've no idea where the tear is but I'm guessing it is the bright spot you can see on the left of the pic where the cartilage should be, between the femur and the tibia.

With that quick break I then have a bite to eat and carry on cleaning/organising and sorting until Phil gets home by which point I'm fit to drop and so just get on with tea in the hope we'll get an early night if we eat sooner rather than later. I also put a phone call into a company that I'd ordered something from yesterday with next day delivery (and paid a handsome charge for such service) only to be told that it wouldn't be arriving today since it only got dispatched today which really peed me off since I had done everything I'd needed to do to ensure next day delivery. So I complained and have sent an email asking for a refund on the postage.

I also receive my anna scholz dress that I'd ordered and am very happy with it, just need to get some of that suck everything in underwear and some shoes and that will be another task done!

Food done and eaten I check my email and get zapped by our visitor who is due to arrive tomorrow to confirm the arrangements, the result of which means we'll probably have his brother staying over tomorrow night as well before they both head up north for the weekend.

Finally we get upstairs and start running a bath to relax in and just as I'm soaking my bones Phil chirps up and asks if I'd seen the deposit receipt for something he has on order to which I say it's in the filing cabinet, to which he says no its not. EEK! Had I shredded it in my effort to clean up the study? I had to find out, so bath ruined I get out and start looking for it and to my dismay I think to myself that I have in fact shredded it and then start mentally preparing everything I'd need to do to get a copy of the darn thing since it is quite an important purchase. What an arse ache!

I decide to have one last look before we go to bed (since sifting through rubbish bags wasn't my idea of fun) and low and behold I found the receipt completely misfiled under something completely irrelevant. I'd obviously scooped it up with a load of other paper work and not noticed.

Rest assured I'll sleep well tonight now that I don't have to go dumpster diving or grovelling to the vendor for a duplicate receipt.