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We have come to the Lake District for the Baptism of my friends little boy. We were here a few years ago for the wedding and I expect we will be here in another 2 or 3 years for another baptism! I've run around like a headless chicken trying to get everything packed and ready and it was even more stressful than normal because I had to get into London to attend my appointment with the pain specialist. 

After the wedding in North Yorkshire a couple of weeks ago I was feeling a bit more confident about leaving the confines of my little bubble at home and venturing out into the big wide world. However this time my packing wasn't so successful. 

I've left my pump at home. 



The pump is essential to me being able to have my feed because without it there's no way of getting the liquid out of the bag, through the tube and into me. Bugger. 

I've just rang the on call nurse and they have said that they will try to get one out to me as soon as possible. So I've had to go out to the travelodge reception in pjs and Ugg boots to tell the night manager to expect a delivery. The look on his face was priceless. He said he would slip a note under the door to let me know it had arrived but when I explained how I needed the item that was going to be delivered he has said he will knock and make sure I get up to answer! 

So fingers crossed that the pump gets dispatched very soon otherwise we might end up going home without seeing the actual baptism. After driving for the best part of 8 hours Hubby is not best pleased but I suppose that's all part and parcel of being married to me. It's a good job he loves me isn't it??

NB x


***It's now 04.12 and I've just hooked up. A new pump was sent out to me by courier by my healthcare company as it's in their contract to get one to a patient within 4 hours of them calling to say they need one (even if it's because the patient is a numpty and can't pack properly 😉). I've been to sleep for a few hours, had the call to say the delivery was outside the travelodge, got the pump and hooked up and as soon as I've finished drip-dripomg on the toilet- you know what I'm talking about 💩!- I will be back to bed and hoping that the kids don't get up at the crack of dawn!! ***
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