(Not a good) morning all

I'm gonna launch straight into a rant about Steve and there will be lots of swearing, so distract young eyes now.

Ready?

For at least the third week on the trot, Steve's gonna cancel his nurse appointment yet a-fucking-gain.  Apparently he had a panic attack while he was in the bathroom about his "legs seizing up between the door and reception and I'd end up on the floor and nobody would be able to get me up" so he's gonna cancel today's appointment with the nurse and call the Mental Health bods instead and try and get a phone appointment with the doctor and ask for the district nurse to come out and do his legs for him.

He's had carer's come out in the past to do his legs and that's what he seems to want to happen again.  He wants the District Nurse to come out instead though and that just ain't gonna happen 'cos he's perfectly mobile, he just can't be fucking arsed and he's using every excuse in the book to justify it.

His surgery will be quite within their rights to tell him to fuck off and find a different surgery then it'll all be fine for a few months then it'll start happening again, the new surgery will tell him to fuck off... it's the start of a vicious cycle and it's gotta stop but Steve won't stop it 'cos he likes all the fucking attention it brings.

It's the same with his weight - he knows he can use it as an excuse so he won't do anything about it despite it being sooo easy 'cos I've lost ⅔ of my entire body weight since coming out of hospital.

He just can't be fucking arsed 'cos he enjoys the attention he's getting.

Sorry, but I did warn you.

Normal service is about to be resumed.

I've taken my morning pills, (just) started the virus scan and charged up my FitBit.  Steve's going to have chicken Korma for lunch and I'll have a MugShot or soup or nothing again.  I've gotta go and make his breakfast for him first though lol