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girlofpreyHello. I did actually come back from the Nottingham Riverside Festival. Do you want to hear about my TMI adventures? YOU KNOW YOU DO. Essentially, the first night was lovely, as I had a bit of money for once when I went. I had a duck and hoisin pizza, and ogled the cocktails at Revolution, and I saw Batman: The Dark Knight Rises, and a wild ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katemonkey appeared, which was lovely. Then when I got back to my hotel, I found out that I'd started my period. Two and a half weeks after coming on my period just before going to jekesta's for the weekend. Like my womb is just trolling me or something. However, I'd been getting weird stomach pangs for a few days and had a feeling it was going to happen, so I'd brought all my pads and pills and stuff, which was good. I figured what with it not being so long since my last period and since I had my pills the pain probably wouldn't be too big a deal, hopefully.
What I hadn't anticipated, till the next morning I think, was how difficult and annoying trying to change pads at a festival was going to be, especially when you don't really like using portaloos. I found a sort of public toilet cubicle which looked a bit bigger at the entrance to the festival, but it seemed to be broken, and someone suggested using the toilets at the pub round the corner. Which was fine, they were a lot bigger and cleaner than the portaloos, but since I wasn't really buying anything, I felt a bit guilty about using them too often, and a bit worried someone might see me and kick me out.
Anyway, but the first day went pretty smoothly in that sense, really. To be honest, I found the festival itself a bit underwhelming this year - they had less stages than last year, and a lot of the bands seemed to be like local bands or English bands at least, rather than the bands from all over the world they usually have. No-one tried to flog CDs, which was unusual in itself. I don't know, I wasn't sure if it was because the Olympics were on, because they seemed to have a few sports events running and a big screen with Olympics coverage on it, which probably cost a bit out of the budget, but it just didn't seem as good as other years had.
But then there was Sunday. Sundays are always weird, because I only book the hotel for Friday and Saturday night, so on Sunday I have to have my big weekend bag with me all day till I go home, and since the weather was so odd, I had a few clothes for if it was cold that I turned out not to have needed but which I had to carry around with me. And the weather was a bit worse than the day before's. But everything seemed to be going well. But then, just as I was sitting down eating lunch and listening to a band I'd been looking forward to, I looked down and noticed a dark patch on the front of my jeans. So yeah. I always worry about leaking onto my clothes, and it almost never happens, but this time - when I was about 50 miles from home, and at a festival - this time it did happen. So I had to wander back down to the pub to use their toilets to try to clean up. Thankfully I was wearing dark jeans, and although it seemed really noticeable when I was looking at it, it probably wasn't when I was walking around and stuff. But by the time I got out of the bathroom (and bought a coke as a mark of respect/gratitude), it was about 3 o'clock and I knew I'd just be paranoid about people seeing or it happening again, so I decided to come home a bit early. So, the weekend was a bit lacklustre overall, but it was still mostly pretty nice, and lovely to be back in Nottingham again.
Since then I have mostly been freaking out over or working on my ESA assessment questionnaire, which the DWP or ATOS or whoever needs back by next Tuesday. But I discussed it with my counsellor, and then discussed it and did most of it yesterday during/after an appointment with my employment coach. Well, I did all of it really, because I thought I had a bit of extra space at the end to finish an answer, but that turned out to be a space for a completely different question, so I sort of had to stop short. I'm worrying that I wasted my space with stuff that was less relevant than the stuff I didn't get to put in, but I read back over my questionnaire and I'd put some of that stuff in answers to other questions. And I only had so much space. And if they want me to go into more detail, they call me for another assessment, I'm sure. Even though I massively hope that doesn't happen. But anyway, I put down everything I could think of that was most relevant, and that's all I can do really. So I signed it and posted it off this morning, and at least it's done now.
And now tomorrow, my parents are going away with my two oldest nephews. So I'll be in the house on my own/looking after the house on my own. Usually I massively enjoy that though. It literally just occured to me that my sister might decide that it would be a great opportunity to come visit me though, since she lives just up the hill now. I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. Although she'd probably bring the baby. I can just talk to the baby if she comes over. Maybe.
katemonkey appeared, which was lovely. Then when I got back to my hotel, I found out that I'd started my period. Two and a half weeks after coming on my period just before going to jekesta's for the weekend. Like my womb is just trolling me or something. However, I'd been getting weird stomach pangs for a few days and had a feeling it was going to happen, so I'd brought all my pads and pills and stuff, which was good. I figured what with it not being so long since my last period and since I had my pills the pain probably wouldn't be too big a deal, hopefully.What I hadn't anticipated, till the next morning I think, was how difficult and annoying trying to change pads at a festival was going to be, especially when you don't really like using portaloos. I found a sort of public toilet cubicle which looked a bit bigger at the entrance to the festival, but it seemed to be broken, and someone suggested using the toilets at the pub round the corner. Which was fine, they were a lot bigger and cleaner than the portaloos, but since I wasn't really buying anything, I felt a bit guilty about using them too often, and a bit worried someone might see me and kick me out.
Anyway, but the first day went pretty smoothly in that sense, really. To be honest, I found the festival itself a bit underwhelming this year - they had less stages than last year, and a lot of the bands seemed to be like local bands or English bands at least, rather than the bands from all over the world they usually have. No-one tried to flog CDs, which was unusual in itself. I don't know, I wasn't sure if it was because the Olympics were on, because they seemed to have a few sports events running and a big screen with Olympics coverage on it, which probably cost a bit out of the budget, but it just didn't seem as good as other years had.
But then there was Sunday. Sundays are always weird, because I only book the hotel for Friday and Saturday night, so on Sunday I have to have my big weekend bag with me all day till I go home, and since the weather was so odd, I had a few clothes for if it was cold that I turned out not to have needed but which I had to carry around with me. And the weather was a bit worse than the day before's. But everything seemed to be going well. But then, just as I was sitting down eating lunch and listening to a band I'd been looking forward to, I looked down and noticed a dark patch on the front of my jeans. So yeah. I always worry about leaking onto my clothes, and it almost never happens, but this time - when I was about 50 miles from home, and at a festival - this time it did happen. So I had to wander back down to the pub to use their toilets to try to clean up. Thankfully I was wearing dark jeans, and although it seemed really noticeable when I was looking at it, it probably wasn't when I was walking around and stuff. But by the time I got out of the bathroom (and bought a coke as a mark of respect/gratitude), it was about 3 o'clock and I knew I'd just be paranoid about people seeing or it happening again, so I decided to come home a bit early. So, the weekend was a bit lacklustre overall, but it was still mostly pretty nice, and lovely to be back in Nottingham again.
Since then I have mostly been freaking out over or working on my ESA assessment questionnaire, which the DWP or ATOS or whoever needs back by next Tuesday. But I discussed it with my counsellor, and then discussed it and did most of it yesterday during/after an appointment with my employment coach. Well, I did all of it really, because I thought I had a bit of extra space at the end to finish an answer, but that turned out to be a space for a completely different question, so I sort of had to stop short. I'm worrying that I wasted my space with stuff that was less relevant than the stuff I didn't get to put in, but I read back over my questionnaire and I'd put some of that stuff in answers to other questions. And I only had so much space. And if they want me to go into more detail, they call me for another assessment, I'm sure. Even though I massively hope that doesn't happen. But anyway, I put down everything I could think of that was most relevant, and that's all I can do really. So I signed it and posted it off this morning, and at least it's done now.
And now tomorrow, my parents are going away with my two oldest nephews. So I'll be in the house on my own/looking after the house on my own. Usually I massively enjoy that though. It literally just occured to me that my sister might decide that it would be a great opportunity to come visit me though, since she lives just up the hill now. I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. Although she'd probably bring the baby. I can just talk to the baby if she comes over. Maybe.
