so are we good or are we still glitching?
well, livejournal, your timing is impeccable.
on my birthday you decide to fail.
this is not a poem.
So on the twenty-fifth i did indeed stagger into my workplace armed with home-baked sweetie goodness. Along with some muffins courtesy of Betty Crocker. and did manage to chew the fat with a few people. But also felt a little sick and pale (according to some) and left my cakes to be eaten - which they were i hear from third parties - with great gusto. And much appreciation.
Only down-point of the entire affair, aside from the weather peaking over 30 degrees, was that many of my close friends on the urology crew were absent. either they were scrubbed, on days off or in the BRI eye hospital (don't ask) and as a result i did have to share my birthday safe-space with a couple of members of staff who gladly ate the cakes but looked at me like they were as happy to see me as Rupert Murdoch at a 7/7 survivor meeting.
the last joke? too much?
still, fuck em.
i then unfortunately ran into the Sister who urged me to contact her as to when i was planning to return to work. This as i was pale and swaying and using the walls as support like an extra in the movie Moonraker when everyone pretends they're walking in zero gravity. Compassionate clearly.
Then, on Tuesday, it's my birthday.
And I accidently pop multiple stitches. Cue fresh blood pouring from my crotch and frantic phone-calls to London as well as emails and I now have a follow-up appointment on the 5th Sept. I really hope the rail tickets are cheaper.
I'm now taking it easy, my stamina is stil zero, i can walk around my flat no problem but I can't get my body out of third gear and fifth gear is a world away. but I plan to rest, write and watch Carnivale for the next few days. Along with Spartacus (Blood n Sand and Gds of the Arena) and Boardwalk Empire. See, this is why Sky is worth the price. I just can't quite believe it's taken me 15 years to figure it out.
But bloody swabs aside my birthday went off without a hitch. I didn't do anything really given my physical limitations and, if I'm honest, my mental fear and anxiety about doing further damage to myself and was content to just read and turn a Raider team around on Madden which has been floundering in the doldrums for the past 6 seasons.
[Oh, video game question. PS3 or X-Box 360? Cos I'm thinking of finally taking the plunge and I'm trying to gauge opinion on which is the better console? ]
Gift wise I got an iron, a steak tenderiser (think a wooden hammer with teeth like something out of medieval times) a black box that's pretty and a coffee pot. And the coffee pot is very cool. Delongi, black, it even warms the cups!!! One of my dear friends in Brigton has a Tasseo machine and her and her husband swear by it. It was the only thing they really splurged on during their first few months of living together and nothing helps a relationship like proper cappuccino at 7 o'clock in the morning.
I can time mine. This means when I wake up at 6am in November the coffee's already made, and hot, and lovely. ahhhh...... caffeine!!!
But for now I'm back in my apartment, after 10 days away it's feeling a little sorry and very dusty. and I'm repressing the urge to go hell-for-leather and clean the whole place. Not that I'm lazy but when I clean I do tend to 'damn-the-torpedoes' (whatever that means) and go at 110% until the job is done regardless of the physical toll inflicted.
and this is unwise strategy at this time.
But to sleep in my own bed.
Heaven, even if the temperature is in the high teens at midnight. Don't really mind it though; I'm used to London summers. and for those of you sweating in the capital right now, my heart goes out to you all. Invest in ceiling fans with lights incorporated; they really are worth their weight in gold.
on my birthday you decide to fail.
this is not a poem.
So on the twenty-fifth i did indeed stagger into my workplace armed with home-baked sweetie goodness. Along with some muffins courtesy of Betty Crocker. and did manage to chew the fat with a few people. But also felt a little sick and pale (according to some) and left my cakes to be eaten - which they were i hear from third parties - with great gusto. And much appreciation.
Only down-point of the entire affair, aside from the weather peaking over 30 degrees, was that many of my close friends on the urology crew were absent. either they were scrubbed, on days off or in the BRI eye hospital (don't ask) and as a result i did have to share my birthday safe-space with a couple of members of staff who gladly ate the cakes but looked at me like they were as happy to see me as Rupert Murdoch at a 7/7 survivor meeting.
the last joke? too much?
still, fuck em.
i then unfortunately ran into the Sister who urged me to contact her as to when i was planning to return to work. This as i was pale and swaying and using the walls as support like an extra in the movie Moonraker when everyone pretends they're walking in zero gravity. Compassionate clearly.
Then, on Tuesday, it's my birthday.
And I accidently pop multiple stitches. Cue fresh blood pouring from my crotch and frantic phone-calls to London as well as emails and I now have a follow-up appointment on the 5th Sept. I really hope the rail tickets are cheaper.
I'm now taking it easy, my stamina is stil zero, i can walk around my flat no problem but I can't get my body out of third gear and fifth gear is a world away. but I plan to rest, write and watch Carnivale for the next few days. Along with Spartacus (Blood n Sand and Gds of the Arena) and Boardwalk Empire. See, this is why Sky is worth the price. I just can't quite believe it's taken me 15 years to figure it out.
But bloody swabs aside my birthday went off without a hitch. I didn't do anything really given my physical limitations and, if I'm honest, my mental fear and anxiety about doing further damage to myself and was content to just read and turn a Raider team around on Madden which has been floundering in the doldrums for the past 6 seasons.
[Oh, video game question. PS3 or X-Box 360? Cos I'm thinking of finally taking the plunge and I'm trying to gauge opinion on which is the better console? ]
Gift wise I got an iron, a steak tenderiser (think a wooden hammer with teeth like something out of medieval times) a black box that's pretty and a coffee pot. And the coffee pot is very cool. Delongi, black, it even warms the cups!!! One of my dear friends in Brigton has a Tasseo machine and her and her husband swear by it. It was the only thing they really splurged on during their first few months of living together and nothing helps a relationship like proper cappuccino at 7 o'clock in the morning.
I can time mine. This means when I wake up at 6am in November the coffee's already made, and hot, and lovely. ahhhh...... caffeine!!!
But for now I'm back in my apartment, after 10 days away it's feeling a little sorry and very dusty. and I'm repressing the urge to go hell-for-leather and clean the whole place. Not that I'm lazy but when I clean I do tend to 'damn-the-torpedoes' (whatever that means) and go at 110% until the job is done regardless of the physical toll inflicted.
and this is unwise strategy at this time.
But to sleep in my own bed.
Heaven, even if the temperature is in the high teens at midnight. Don't really mind it though; I'm used to London summers. and for those of you sweating in the capital right now, my heart goes out to you all. Invest in ceiling fans with lights incorporated; they really are worth their weight in gold.