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Hiya all.
i'm tired of this weather already. it's cold and stormy when i go to bed, then the sun rises at 4am, the temperature soars and i boil. finally i admit defeat and get up at 7.30am. on my holiday?
yeesh!
but yesterday i went to see Sara Thomas in London for a bit of electro.
and to be fair for a consultation and 20 minutes of needle it wasn't that bad.
but i was concerned about her belief that i won't have surgery til the winter time or early 2009.
that's so depressing. i was told i was on a 18 week waiting list back in April, that means from then til the end of August. if i have to wait around til January 2009 it's gonna deny me the chance to go on this Theatre Training course that runs once a year each January. and i'm next in line and due to go this January coming up. i miss that i have to wait for the 2010 intake.
more waiting! and more hanging around!
also when Thomas said i'll only need "a couple of treatments" i think he was lying through his teeth.
but with no surgery date in which to anchor my plans too i'm still floating in limbo which is very stressful and annoying when it comes to trying to plan stuff like weddings, reunions and my general, y'know, life!
grrr...
I admit i'm beginning to think that private surgery might be my only option. not in Thailand though, i couldn't face 12-16 hours in a steel tube 36,000 feet in the air. i can barely manage 6-7 hours during a trip across the pond.
Paying Thomas at his private clinic in Brighton may stink but i'm tired of waiting!!!!!!!!!!!!You hear me? TIRED OF WAITING!
so there.
in the meantime, here's a pic of me from the Hen night i went to last Saturday.
i was a bit nervous being in a dark club with hundreds of sweaty Bristolians, but i had a couple of white russians and everything was fine.
the meal though was a disaster.
never go to a cocktail bar that serves food and expect to have a nice meal. go to a restaurant instead, it's what they're paid for. the cocktail bar does great cocktails, it's supposed to. it's not like i'm talking brain surgery here.
the girl on my arm is Sian, she's a loveable HCA who's bright and shiney in a Kaylee kinda way. she's 21. and 21 in a smooth way. unblemished by the ravages of the 21st century.
I enjoy telling her things. like random bits of general knowledge. some people think it panders to my ego but i think people ought to know these things.
Like what USSR stands for?
and who Stalin was.
I'm thinking of having a hammer and sickle tattooed somewhere. is this bad? hey, when China takes over the world it could save me from a 're-education camp'.
also, one of my friends, Gemma said in a drunken jokey way (i hope!) that i know everything.
I most certainly do not know everything. i know how to count up to 5 in half a dozen languages, that does not qualify me as 'knowing everything'.
i'm like Brodie: "you know me man, I'm talking outta my arse half the time, either that or sticking my hand in it".
Mallrats eh?
love it!
x
i'm tired of this weather already. it's cold and stormy when i go to bed, then the sun rises at 4am, the temperature soars and i boil. finally i admit defeat and get up at 7.30am. on my holiday?
yeesh!
but yesterday i went to see Sara Thomas in London for a bit of electro.
and to be fair for a consultation and 20 minutes of needle it wasn't that bad.
but i was concerned about her belief that i won't have surgery til the winter time or early 2009.
that's so depressing. i was told i was on a 18 week waiting list back in April, that means from then til the end of August. if i have to wait around til January 2009 it's gonna deny me the chance to go on this Theatre Training course that runs once a year each January. and i'm next in line and due to go this January coming up. i miss that i have to wait for the 2010 intake.
more waiting! and more hanging around!
also when Thomas said i'll only need "a couple of treatments" i think he was lying through his teeth.
but with no surgery date in which to anchor my plans too i'm still floating in limbo which is very stressful and annoying when it comes to trying to plan stuff like weddings, reunions and my general, y'know, life!
grrr...
I admit i'm beginning to think that private surgery might be my only option. not in Thailand though, i couldn't face 12-16 hours in a steel tube 36,000 feet in the air. i can barely manage 6-7 hours during a trip across the pond.
Paying Thomas at his private clinic in Brighton may stink but i'm tired of waiting!!!!!!!!!!!!You hear me? TIRED OF WAITING!
so there.
in the meantime, here's a pic of me from the Hen night i went to last Saturday.
i was a bit nervous being in a dark club with hundreds of sweaty Bristolians, but i had a couple of white russians and everything was fine.
the meal though was a disaster.
never go to a cocktail bar that serves food and expect to have a nice meal. go to a restaurant instead, it's what they're paid for. the cocktail bar does great cocktails, it's supposed to. it's not like i'm talking brain surgery here.
the girl on my arm is Sian, she's a loveable HCA who's bright and shiney in a Kaylee kinda way. she's 21. and 21 in a smooth way. unblemished by the ravages of the 21st century.
I enjoy telling her things. like random bits of general knowledge. some people think it panders to my ego but i think people ought to know these things.
Like what USSR stands for?
and who Stalin was.
I'm thinking of having a hammer and sickle tattooed somewhere. is this bad? hey, when China takes over the world it could save me from a 're-education camp'.
also, one of my friends, Gemma said in a drunken jokey way (i hope!) that i know everything.
I most certainly do not know everything. i know how to count up to 5 in half a dozen languages, that does not qualify me as 'knowing everything'.
i'm like Brodie: "you know me man, I'm talking outta my arse half the time, either that or sticking my hand in it".
Mallrats eh?
love it!
x