This week has been another one of those where life has been a mixture of hospital appointments, gardening, unexpected food reactions, family time, and little moments of kindness that remind you there are still some lovely people around.

Wednesday

Wednesday morning was another hospital appointment, this time with my daughter at her first appointment with the adult gastroenterology team. I have to say, we both came away feeling really positive. We saw a very thorough consultant who took the time to listen and has put together a proper plan rather than just sending us on our way.

He has booked my daughter in for oesophageal manometry and 24-hour pH studies to investigate her swallowing and reflux symptoms. He's also arranged colonic transit studies using X-rays to look into the constipation she's had since childhood. On top of that, he's requested blood tests to check her thyroid (TSH) and screen for coeliac disease. It finally feels like someone is looking at the bigger picture instead of just one symptom at a time, which was really reassuring.

By the afternoon, the gardener arrived – thank goodness! My garden was beginning to resemble a small forest, and I was starting to think I'd need a machete just to get to the washing line. It's amazing how much better everything looks after a couple of hours of hard work.

Unfortunately, hunger got the better of me and I decided to have some Fage Greek yogurt. I knew I probably shouldn't, but I convinced myself it would be fine. Big mistake. By the evening my whole body was aching again. I honestly don't know why I keep doing it to myself when I know certain foods don't seem to agree with me.

Thursday

Thursday morning started with a trip to Kwik Fit to have my tyres checked. Everything was going smoothly until I opened the glove compartment so they could get to the locking wheel nut... only to discover I'd somehow left a spare pair of knickers in there with the wheel nut box!

Let's just say that wasn't quite the surprise either of us was expecting. Sometimes you just have to laugh. I honestly have no idea how long they'd been in there, but I'm fairly sure the mechanic now knows far more about my emergency preparedness than he ever wanted to!

Friday

Friday morning was a little more emotional as I attended a funeral. It was lovely to catch up with some old friends, although it's always sad that it takes occasions like this to bring people together. It was nice to spend some time chatting and remembering happier times.

Afterwards, I headed to Tesco to pick up a few bits. That's when I realised I'd switched handbags and didn't have a pound for the trolley. I searched everywhere for my trolley coin but couldn't find it. I thought, "No problem, I'll get some cash out," only to discover the cash machines weren't working either.

I told the security guard I was just popping to the toilet while I figured out what to do. When I came back out, there was a trolley waiting for me.

It completely made my day.

It was such a small act of kindness, but it reminded me that there are still genuinely thoughtful people around. In a world where we often hear about the negatives, it's nice to remember that kindness still exists. That simple gesture probably took someone a few seconds, but it turned my frustration into a smile.

Saturday

Saturday was another busy day. I drove across London to take my daughter to a make-up job while my son and I headed from London Fields to Liverpool Street to visit the Nova Exhibition.

Now, my son was determined we were going to walk down Bishopsgate, despite me repeatedly saying, "I can't walk that far!" Needless to say, he won. We ended up stopping every few minutes to rest, making use of the giant steps along the way before eventually reaching the exhibition. It probably took us twice as long as everyone else, but we got there in the end!

Afterwards, we made the journey back to London Fields. We'd hoped to grab a frozen coffee before heading home, but time wasn't on our side. To be honest, the café we fancied didn't inspire much confidence anyway – there were flies buzzing around and uncovered focaccia sitting on display. We quickly decided we'd rather go without!

Sunday

Sunday morning started with me feeling awful. I was shivering, yet at the same time my face felt like it was on fire. It's a strange combination, but I've come to recognise it as my body's way of telling me I'd overdone things the day before.

Travelling across London, walking much further than I should have and pushing myself to keep going had clearly taken its toll. Since being diagnosed with fibromyalgia, I've realised it sends me all sorts of weird signals when I've exceeded my limits. It's frustrating because on a good day I feel like I can do more, but my body has a habit of reminding me who's really in charge.

I spent the morning taking things as easy as possible, hoping the symptoms would settle.

Just when I thought the day might calm down, life threw another curveball.

On Sunday evening, my daughter had another seizure. Once again, we found ourselves calling an ambulance, and before long we were on our way back to hospital.

It's frightening no matter how many times it happens. As a parent, you never really get used to seeing your child so unwell. All you can do is stay calm, hold their hand and hope the doctors can help.

As I write this, we're still waiting to find out what happens next.

This week has reminded me yet again that life can change in an instant. One minute you're laughing because you've found a pair of knickers in your glove compartment, the next you're travelling to hospital in the back of an ambulance with your daughter.

Life really is a rollercoaster.

But amongst all the worry, there were still moments of kindness, laughter and hope. From a consultant who really listened, to a gardener rescuing my jungle of a garden, a Tesco trolley appearing at exactly the right moment, and spending time with my son despite protesting every step of Bishopsgate.

Honestly, though... it's those little moments that help carry you through the difficult ones.