i can never come up with a title...

firstly, thankyou to day old news
and Felicia for your sweet, supportive and encouraging comments, you made me smile :)

secondly, its 9am and im in the lounge listening to FLorence & The Machine :)

thirdly, :( i spent 3.5 hours in A&E last night, to be told they didnt know what was wrong, i went in due to thinking id cracked a rib and i wanted an x-ray and its the weekend so i didnt want to disturb my GP, as he lives in bradford and i would have had to drive over there... so we went in, it was dead, i got seen within 15 mins, had a angiogram (clear), was left alone for 45 mins in a cubicle while the boy was out in the waiting room alone, then a useless doctor came in to see me, was more intersted in a book he'd bought at Waterstone's (where i work), i had a physical, bloods taken (ew ew ew i have a hole in my arm and i can STILL FEEL IT) was finally sent for an x-ray (was wheeled round in a chair- for health and saftey incase i collapsed apparently- yet had to walk back to the cubicle on my own...), even tho crap doctor was very intersted in the dry skin on my hands, got sent back from the cubical from xray, a nurse realised we'd appeared, was left alone again, the nice nurse that took my bloods came back with medication, made me sign for it, then after i requested, she went to find out why i was being given meds seeing as my bloods and x-rays werent back yet... i was told they were anti-inflamatorys, and i had to take them with food 3 times a day, i looked at the ingredients, they had lactose, in, so i went to the cubicle edge and told the doctor, we had the screen shut after that (i guess you have to stay in the bed) the doctor then told me i had to take them, i was like, er, no, im not being ill for weeks cos of them, he was like, er, well i cant give you anything else cos they all have codeine (itchy) in and i havent the knowledge to think of anything else (well he didnt say that) and he ran off (probably to consult his BNF)...
finally they came to tell us i could leave- at that point i had to ask what was wrong, the doctor said there was nothing broken, and nothing showed up on my x-ray, my heart was fine, my bloods were clear and i could leave and he'd send a nurse to take my tags off (they'd asked me my name and DOB no less than 25 times, so why they gave me a tag im clueless) so when the nurse came back we were like, well he said this, but he never said why i was in pain, do you know? so finally we got that they think ive pulled the muscles at the top of my right rib and my sternum probably from lifting something awkwardly when im packing up books to return to sender at work. and he said i should take ibriprofen and see if it goes away, any problems and i should see my GP.
the pain has not gone, or eased with anti-inflams for the record. pfft, bloody NHS.

right wedding. there is a wedding fayre in town today, and i want to go, but glyn wont come wwith me, i just want... inspiration! i had my heart set on a black of midnight blue dress, but ive tried on slate grey and ive tried on ivory (both gorgeous) ive been reinforced that i look horrid in white and pink and red (my complexion is annoying but theres no way im getting a fake tan, its not me, so why would i want a wedding photo that looks like someone else? i dont know about bouquets (but then what would i do with my hands?) so maybe some baby roses and sparkles...? i know i dont want an overly fussy dress, im supposed to be the attraction, right, not the dress, and they over decorated ones ive tried on looked shite, where the plainer ones were pretty. i got a brochure thru for a wedding venue in the post (im ignoring the ones sending me e-brochures- really, what is the point, i want to look thru, not click next onto another photo), ive already asked my cousin and his wife if their son Arturo can be our ring bearer (hes SO CUTE!), Cerys and BF are to be my mini bridesmaids, but im not having any big bridesmaids so that could all go tits up as i dont think 2 children under 5 can stand all serene infront of a room full of people... i need a wedding planner...