Life goes on

So I've been bleeding each time I've gone to toilet for x5 days now so decided to go to the doctors to take a look. Obviously I've thought the worse but they couldn't confirm either way. 

They checked and now I've got a prescription so will see what happens over the next few days and whether I need further tests. 

Tash was in such a fucking stupid mood and sulking about everything and being so argumentative as she wasn't feeling well either and needed antibiotics. 

So she's moaning at me and I replied that it was good she was interested in what the doctors said and her reply will stick with me for a very long time indeed:

"Whatever it is, life goes on!"

Whilst I'm not trying to be overly dramatic that really pissed me off. So I walked out and saw Great Grandma, got my prescription and read in the kidlington library and then went down the Botley road...anything to avoid returning home. 

I can't say anything more.