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December 19, 2007

Home, home on the range…

Oh dear. I’m ill. I’m at home in Belfast, which is nice, but I’m definitely ill.

Of the propped-up-in-bed, too-tired-to-move, feeling-rather-nauseous variety.

Great.

I’ve been fighting this stomach bug for a full fortnight.

I think it’s currently winning. Drat.

Still, I did get some work done this morning.

So I’m going back to sleep now, with this in mind.

And maybe I’ll read some Narbonic as well.

Such a great comic


May 17, 2006

Revision–Free Zone

ARGH!

Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages:

Welcome to the Revision–Free Zone.

Where there will be no further mention of the R–word.

Instead, I will talk about…I dunno, kittens or something. And attempt to regain my sanity by looking at pretty things.

Fifteen hours of sleep in one night will make anyone a little interesting. Ok. Here we go:

A pretty picture:

"The earth is the Lord's and everything in it" (Psalm 24:1)

A fluffy kitten:

Aww, just look how cute…

And some bluebell woods:

I love Google Images.

Anyways, this escapist moment was brought to you by Gadget's Workshop, dedicated to saving the sanity of the odd (or very odd) blogger.

Have a cookie:

And breathe.


February 07, 2006

I Aten't Dead

As per the title, I aten't dead.

As a matter of fact, my blood test results would suggest I'm actually really very healthy.

While this is nice to know, I'm still rather knackered.

The Dr (not to be confused with The Doctor, who's on TV) thinks I probably have Post Viral Fatigue Syndrome. That is, I was ill, now I'm not, but my body is cream crackered from fighting off the infection and has thus decided to hibernate.

This is not so bad.

I'm going to labs at any rate, but I still sleep in the afternoons.

I aten't dead.

Hallelujah!


February 05, 2006

Run! RUUUUUUN!

Heed my warning.

Run.

My mother is coming over to stay.

Oh dear.

See, I love her very much, and I know she only wants the best for me, but she panics and worries and fusses all at the same time.

Which is quite hard to deal with.

However, she may bring chocolate.

This will dull the sting somewhat.

Anyway. Doctor's appointment tomorrow, possibly blood test results too.

(prays in corner)

Here's hoping it turns out ok. :)


January 31, 2006

Me and the Nurse…

Today I had my first ever blood test.

It was not particularly fun.

I mean, it wasn't the worst experience of my life, but not really one I'd care to repeat on a regular basis.

Either way, nurse + needle + vein = Jill – blood from arm

I have to wait a week for the results.

Oh joyous day.

Also, I'm bored. Really bored.

Hannah came around today, and brought chocolatey goodness with her, which was nice.

But for the times when I'm stuck in my house on my own, I want some books.

Preferably something not too heavy, with a plot, and from which I shall learn nothing.

I really want to borrow The Princess Bride if anyone has it.

Any takers?


January 30, 2006

Me and the Doc…

Well, I went to the doctor.

Two days ahead of schedule, Matt and Mark please take note.

Anyways, Dr Parker (very nice man) said, 'Well, I have no idea what's wrong with you. Maybe you have a virus. But maybe not.'

My reply was, 'Oh.'

'But' he said, 'we can do a bio-somethingorother scan of your blood' and hence check I'm not actually dying or anything.

So tomorrow at ten to ten (why so early people?) I have to go have blood taken to make sure my thyroid, liver and kidneys are all working as they should, and also to check my blood count to make sure I'm not anaemic.

Meanwhile I have to email my tutor: "Dear Nigel Stocks. I am ill and missing classes. What do I do?" and also sleep, eat, possibly do a bit of revision (yes, I am that bored. Don't worry, I can only concentrate for 10 mins at a time) and try and persuade my mum that I'm not dying.

Easier said than done.


January 28, 2006

Meh. Ill again.

I flippin hate being ill. What happens to me is that I end up flat on my back, generally asleep, terminally bored, and impatient at all the work I'm not doing. For at least three days at a time.

Now I am fully aware that it could be much worse. That having pretty good health all the rest of the year is well worth it for a couple of days where I'm too tired and sick to read or whatever.

And I'm feeling much better than I was.

But I'm still rather too ill to do anything. Except sleep. For 15 hours a day. And eat. And (since I'm feeling a bit better) blog on the crappiness of illness.

Either way, I've got books (for when I'm awake enough to read), I've got shiny things (to distract me when I'm too tired to read) and a warm bed (for…a large portion of the day).

It could definitely be worse.

But…

I have to miss Lovely Chris's birthday!!!!!

This completely and utterly sucks.

It really does.

So, to Lovely Chris: A very happy birthday party to you. And all God's blessings for the coming year.

And I'm really sorry I can't make it.

But I'm under strict orders to go back to bed.

Goodnight all.


January 05, 2006

Ankles. Grrr.

The day before yesterday, I twisted my ankle.

In a very unexciting way: there was a dip in the pavement, in went my foot, and I went,

"OWowowowowow…I'm standing in the middle of the road…" (shuffling) "...owowowoww."

And so I hobbled home.

Remembering that for twists and sprains and all that malarkey, you're meant to put ice on, I raided the freezer.

No ice.

So I improvised with a frozen kitchen sponge and a scrunchie.

Now I have a very lovely compression bandage on under my sock which means that I wince and hobble less.

Woohoo!

Unfortunately, aforementioned ankle is still all swollen up like a little balloon.

Grrr.


December 17, 2005

T +1

Ok. So I've survived the pantomime, the makeuping, the endless glitter…

There was a lot of glitter.

Seriously.

Anyways, I'm now sitting in my kitchen with my hot water, and feeling absolutely…how can I put this? Dreadful is probably quite apt. Though woeful, awful, and generally ugh also do the trick.

I can't be sick now, I don't have the time!

Drat. And double blast. Etc.


December 12, 2005

What can I say. I meddle.

Welcome back….Dun dun DUUUUUUUUUUN!

Dear Me.

Where you tell me all your problems, and I will nod, be sympathetic and possibly dispense pearls of wisdom.

It's been a while though. The pearls could be a bit hit and miss.

Also, if you come into the Chaplaincy at pretty much any time, I will dispense sympathy and tea. Which is much better.


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