Flat-pack filth

I'm off today, hurrah! I've just done a spot of tidying, then I'm going to the Post Office for Hefty, then I'm going to do something I don't do very often.............go to IKEA! As a Habitat-aholic, IKEA aint somewhere I frequent much, but JT wants a catalogue, so I thought I'd pop in and get her one and have a good look round! It makes me feel kind of dirty......but also kind of good...!!

Reminds me of a story my friend told me actually. Her Mum was on one of those gay HR team building things that you get forced to go on, and they were in a room where some woman had put large pieces of paper down. She said, "Right, if you try and build flat-pack furniture without instructions, stand on sheet A. If you read the instructions first, stand on B. If you start building it and then realise you're probably going to need instructions, stand on C." So all these people stood on the various bits of paper, but my friend's Mum stayed sat down. "What's wrong?" said the woman, "Don't you understand the concept?"
"Oh it's not that," said my friend's Mum, "I just don't buy flat-pack furniture."

Genius. If I wasn't giving up work I'd devote all my spare time to dreaming up the kind of shit these nobbers HATE! Maybe I will anyway, and then market it. Though that might make me as bad as them. Ooh it's a quandry....

So anyway, I'm offski, will report back soon!

:0)

Woof

Oh my hat!! It's 29 days since my last post! That's bad isn't it?!!!

What can I say, once again, illness has prevailed. I'm still trying to get to the bottom of this ear thing, and as for my Endometriosis, I'm being put into a state of Menopause for 6 months!!! It's all madness, utter madness! So, because of all this rubbish, and because Hefty earns super bucks at his new place of work, we have decided that I'm going to give up work and try and get better. I can do the housework (which I rather enjoy) instead of us getting a cleaner, and I can do some bits and bobs for Hefty's company. So in October sometime (haven't confirmed a date yet) I'll be a free agent! Hooray! So I might actually have more time to blog, wouldn't that be a novelty?!!!

I'm also getting a dog, a Bichon Frise (it's hypoallergenic) which I am still trying to name........I don't get him til December, but I need a good name! I wanted to name him G'Kar after my favourite Babylon 5 character, but it's not terribly catchy. What you name your dog is pretty important I think, it says a lot about you! I also quite fancied Phillip, cos it sounds cool. Ooh I don't know, it's a tricky one!

So, I don't think I have a great deal more news.........ooh, but I did watch something called Numb3rs last night, which was really good, and might be my new tv show of choice! It's on Five US - rocking!

So yes.

iP (at last)

One big headache

I know my postings are getting more and more sporadic, and it's rubbish, but my health is just so crap at the mo. Last Wednesday, I had an appointment with a new Ear, Nose & Throat specialist, which I was so looking forward to, as I believed this would be the beginning of my journey back to health!!! WRONG. Quite frankly, it was the worst experience of my life :0(

As soon as we walked in, I didn't warm to the guy. He was very blunt, unfriendly, and aggressive. I basically had to describe all my symptoms, which I did, though he kept interrupting me to say I was telling him the wrong things. After a ten minute description, he then told me I was being too vague. So I tried again, and again, and then he told me he didn't want to know what I did about my problems just what they were. Then he did some tests and said I didn't make any sense. He asked about migraines, and I told him I'd had them when I was about 13, although that was due to some medication I was taking at the time and I hadn't had any since, but he kept harping on about how it was that, even though I don't get them!!! He ignored my ringing/buzzing and deafness in the ear thing, and was generally a twat. I was dreadfully upset when I got out and had to be taken into a room by some nurses, who luckily, were lovely, and not nobbers like him. They said I could complain, but I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

Brilliant.

So, Thursday morning, having had the worst night's sleep ever due to worrying I was never going to be rid of these issues, I got up to go to an MRI scan. The scan was cold and noisy, and I felt so crap when I got out, I had to go home again, where I spent the rest of the day in bed, sleeping, feeling depressed, and watching Battlestar Galactica.

Sigh.

On Friday, I went to my GP and asked to be referred to someone else (bit pro-active for me but hey). She was great, and explained what she thought he was getting at, but said a lot of consultants might know everything in the world, but their social skills are non-existant. She's going to read through all my notes, see what the results of the MRI are, see what this consultant has to say, then either treat me herself, or refer me to someone else.

Hooray!

So I should feel better, but the past week I've felt sick every day, slept horribly, been knackered as a consequence, had headaches (oh the irony, but NOT migraines), and not been able to concentrate. Work's been shit, and I seem to be drowning in stuff and have got behind in some things, so am getting pulled up on it. I feel like everything's a battle at the moment and I just want out. Am job hunting, in the hope that there might be something out there that's easier, and doesn't require me to work late, or through my lunch, or have to crunch numbers, but then I'm paranoid my sickness record due to all this stuff will mean nobody would take me on. It's just SHIT and I don't know what to do to change things.

Double sigh.

Am off this morning cos Hefty started his new job today and I dropped him off! He looked very smart, and I was so proud :0)
Thank heaven's for Hefty, god knows what state I'd be in without him.

Had a good moan to SuperSaz about all this last night, she's also feeling pretty shit, but we both feel like we're in a catch 22 situation. It's really quite naff. I want out.

In other news, we saw Die Hard 4.0 last week which was AWESOME!!!! Most impressed, most impressed indeed! As well as Transformers, which I was originally sceptical about, as I didn't want to see an important part of my childhood raped by Hollywood execs. Luckily, that was AWESOME too! It didn't really tie in with the cartoon, but the robots were cool, and I just really enjoyed it. I want to see it again!!! Hefty and I went out and bought the new toys on Monday. We got Optimus Prime and Megatron. They cost £40.00 each, which was a rip off, and it took us over an hour to work out how to transform the bastards, due to them being much more complicated than they used to be, and having shit, nonsensical instructions. Once we got there though, we felt proud, and had a good old battle. Not that good, OP (who I was fighting with) would win hands down, due to him having a gun that actually shoots this blue crystal missile thing, compared to Megatron's grapple hook arm thing (WTF?), but this is the way it should be, so perhaps it's a good thing that Megatron's best weapon would be better suited to burglary. We're buying the OP voice changer helmet next. I'm going to ring the Chinese takeaway and say "Hello, sweet and sour chicken with boiled rice please, roll out!" It could work. I might wear it for driving too, that'd be cool.

So that's me, ill, depressed, and exciteable due to expensive toy robots.

Triple sigh.