Day 31 - Stronger painkillers needed. Spirit Guide needs Speaking to.

Baggy did sleep a little better last night but again went to bed quite late and then finished reading a book. The whole night thing is getting rather silly now. Does Freda Fretter think Baggy's going to die in the night? Does Hormonal Hannah think she might melt from a hot flush? To be fair that seems pretty likely. Does Psychic Ploppo think a spirit might get through? Again at the moment, that too seems a large possibility. Whatever the reason, most of the gang not only do not want to go to bed, but when Baggy wakes up (still frequently) they panic when they realise it's still dark. Even though they're exhausted they want it to be daylight. They then take it in turns to get Freda Fretter in a state over things. Baggy then cannot get back to sleep. Freda can then worry about other things and on and on. Snore. Wake up and repeat.

Before she did go to bed, Psychic Plop did have a funny moment. She was talking to Calum on the phone, wandering around in little circles, as is Baggy's way. She was a couple of feet away from the Christmas tree looking at it, while Freda Fretter was getting rather wound-up about things, talking to Cal. Suddenly three of the baubles started spinning like pendulums on the tree, then one of them crashed to the carpet. The other two carried on spinning for a few seconds then just stopped. This has happened to Ploppo once before. At a fair many years ago there was a stall selling crystals, jewellery and other bits. They also had divining crystals for sale, hanging on chains from a metal "tree". Baggy decided they were lovely and that she would like one. The stallholder said, "Which one is yours?", "I don't know, they're all lovely". "Yes, but one is yours. Just focus". What? Baggy stared at the stand with maybe twenty divining crystals hanging from it. Nothing. She felt a proper twit. What am I doing? Right, look at them and pick one. Oh the wind must have picked up, three of them are moving. Oh, one of them is actually spinning in little clockwise circles. Odd. "There you are. That one's yours". A pretty little amethyst. "I presumed you'd know how to do that as you're so powerful".

Baggy looked very confused. "Oh are you not a Psychic?" Baggy explained that no she wasn't, although things were always happening to her and she was regularly contacted by spirits. "So you know who your Spirit Guide is". Urrrrmmmm? Then in a park in south London on a beautiful bright summer's day, the stallholder explained to Baggy how to "meet" her Guide. Long story short, he is an Indian brave, who Baggy now knows to be Navajo. Once the stallholder had peeled Baggy back up off the grass that she had fainted on to, he explained to her how to use her newly acquired crystal to speak with her Guide. Psychic Ploppo officially joined the Baggy gang. Very, very occasionally she speaks with her Guide. In the middle of the night, it occurred to Clever Bird that perhaps he was trying to speak to Plop yesterday. She may use the bauble later. It's also occurred to Clever Bird this morning that the spinning ones and the one on the floor were all ones with chains, not cotton, attaching them to the tree. Later Spirit Guide. Maybe Plop should find out your name. How though?

 

Anyway. Baggy's arm is so painful again today that Debby offered her much stronger painkillers. Having declined them, Clever Bird realised that last year she was sent home with strong painkillers by the hospital, either Cocodamol or Tramadol, she can't remember. But she was on these for two weeks. Calum confirmed this. No wonder Baggy is in pain! But both those not only make her slightly ga-ga, no funny comments thank you, they also make her constipated. As this is a major risk to her Lawrence-surgery and hysterectomy recovery, presumably that's why this time she wasn't prescribed them after either operation. But Baggy is very tempted.........