Me and a friend went to give blood yesterday. She was able to - I wasn't. (Though she did almost faint after, so I guess the tables were turned and equalised there.) My iron level was too low--they set high standards apparently, at an iron count or HB (or something) level of 125, and mine was 117. I now have to wait twelve weeks before I can try ( Read more... )

Still ill. Fucking hate being ill. I've coughed up all manner of shit, nearly been sick X number of times, almost cried from stomach pains, had dizziness... The list just carries on. I've not been able to light any incense--my major and main offering--to the Theoi because, well, trying to cough your way through reading something whilst inhaling ( Read more... )

I'm so beyond pathetic sometimes. I rarely get ill--so when I do, it hits me like a frigging train. I've spent all today and yesterday whimpering and coughing up some lovely green shit. Planning to write something for Hermes and Iris in bed tonight or early tomorrow; can't light any incense now or I'll die. Argh.