That is the date of today.
I'm not saying you don't know what today's date is.
I am just saying it is Saturday 21st January 2012.
In my Calendar, it is marked "Crafter's Ceilidh"
Yes, the same one blogged about here.
The same one that was supposed to provide me with 1 final bout of fabric related excitement before I became too heavy to wobble anywhere.
Following the natural order of things, I would have been sitting on a train en route to Edinburgh, via Darlington, to meet-up with some lovely ladies. I had made up numerous scenarios on how I would scream when I met the other girls, right down to the pitch of my voice when I finally said "Hi, I'm Dibs, and its so nice to finally meet you" to people I have been admiring for some time. I even had a dream about meeting Roobeedoo, yeah Roo, thats how much of a fan I am.
What I did not count on though, was the small matter of biology. I was so sure the only thing that could possibly stop me from going to Edinburgh would be a really expensive train ticket. I did get a really good deal on my train ticket, so all I had to do was cross my legs and wait for today to arrive.
My body however, had other plans. I have been having mobility problems lately. This started to get worse just after christmas, and even though I have spent more time at home than at work since the start of this year, I was so positive I would be better by today. And so I let my excitement grow. On monday, as I was limping to work, the guard at the gate gave me a sympathetic look, and said I should not have come in to work. I smiled indulgently, and wobbled along.
My manager upon seeing me hanging unto the walls for support as I made numerous mandatory bladder emptying trips, quickly ordered a taxi for me to go right back home, with strict instructions not to come to work until I had seen a doctor.
I did see a doctor, and she told me I was suffering from Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction. Yes....I thought the same thing you are probably thinking right now. What a fancy name, for a not very fancy ailment. When I went home, I checked online, and found this description from www.babycentre.co.uk
What is symphysis pubis dysfunction?
The two halves of your pelvis are connected at the front by a stiff joint called the symphysis pubis. This joint is strengthened by a dense network of tough, flexible tissues, called ligaments. To help your baby pass through your pelvis as easily as possible, your body produces a hormone called relaxin, which softens the ligaments.
As a result, these joints move more during and just after pregnancy, causing inflammation and pain, known as symphysis pubis dysfunction or SPD.
The result of this, my friends, is that I am now reduced to using my phone to call Mr.Dibs, who is almost always watching The Big Bang Theory, and asking him to bring me a glass of water in bed. If I have to empty my treacherous bladder, I either have to creep to the bathroom, or reach for my phone and call Mr.Dibs to report to the room for his ever increasing Florence Nightingale duties.
I'm sorry if you rather not be reading my unglamorous health problems, but I am just so disappointed I am not presently in Scotland, that I wanted to share my pain.......yes, I am that mean.
I'm looking forward to seeing pictures of the event. I don't know how I will feel seeing all the fun I am missing now, but I can't wait to see them. How pathetic is that? Mr. Dibs said I will get to go to other meet-ups, that my life does not have to end when Noah comes along, and that he could look after him while I met everyone on the blogoshpere. True I know, but it will not be the same. It will not be the Crafter's Ceilidh.
What about you? Have you ever made plans for an event and ended up not going?
Have a nice weekend everyone.,,,oops, time for another blowing session into my tear soaked hanky.