18.06.12
Hello. Hello.
I've not really had much inspiration for the blog over the last couple of days, hence the lack of posts. I'm back at home, which is obviously great and I can do what I want in my own time.
It's not been the best of times as i've been very tired, losing my voice and farting and peeing constantly... I told you this was going to be direct (scented candles, tick..).
At least i'm not hooked up to Baxter so I can roam around and constantly rearrange the coffee table. Vanity Fair is currently winning the contest over Time. To those of you who are wondering where 'Baxter' came from; it's the manufacturer's name of the pump machine that delivers all my chemicals. Not terribly original but inspiration wasn't really bubbling the first time I saw the thing being wheeled into my room.
To be honest, it is getting to the stage where i'm having to address in my own head whether i'm 'sick' or just 'in treatment'. There's no doubting that i'm in treatment as I have pin pricks all over my arms and a gallon of different chemicals flooding through my body causing random effects. It's also treating something though and that's what i'm trying to ignore. Feeling like I do today, I can't ignore that i'm also sick and there is something that I have to get out of me. I'm not going to start on the 'why me?' or 'it's not fair' route as i've told you all already that's not something my dad or I would abide by, but I am going to try and get through this the best way that I can. That means really positive thinking and no down time. So lets get on with it.
I've also received a beautiful bunch of aussie inspired flowers with eucalyptus abounding with bright reds and oranges which are lifting my spirits.
Of course, Royal Ascot starts tomorrow so time to start checking the form... shhhh don't tell the husband.
Hello. Hello.
I've not really had much inspiration for the blog over the last couple of days, hence the lack of posts. I'm back at home, which is obviously great and I can do what I want in my own time.
It's not been the best of times as i've been very tired, losing my voice and farting and peeing constantly... I told you this was going to be direct (scented candles, tick..).
At least i'm not hooked up to Baxter so I can roam around and constantly rearrange the coffee table. Vanity Fair is currently winning the contest over Time. To those of you who are wondering where 'Baxter' came from; it's the manufacturer's name of the pump machine that delivers all my chemicals. Not terribly original but inspiration wasn't really bubbling the first time I saw the thing being wheeled into my room.
To be honest, it is getting to the stage where i'm having to address in my own head whether i'm 'sick' or just 'in treatment'. There's no doubting that i'm in treatment as I have pin pricks all over my arms and a gallon of different chemicals flooding through my body causing random effects. It's also treating something though and that's what i'm trying to ignore. Feeling like I do today, I can't ignore that i'm also sick and there is something that I have to get out of me. I'm not going to start on the 'why me?' or 'it's not fair' route as i've told you all already that's not something my dad or I would abide by, but I am going to try and get through this the best way that I can. That means really positive thinking and no down time. So lets get on with it.
I've also received a beautiful bunch of aussie inspired flowers with eucalyptus abounding with bright reds and oranges which are lifting my spirits.
Of course, Royal Ascot starts tomorrow so time to start checking the form... shhhh don't tell the husband.
No comments:
Post a Comment