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Doodles.

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So I got a bit bored. And drew on my wrist, like you do.

Perfectly normal.

I was originally still trying to design the tattoo I want (sticking with 'Breathe' and finally finding a font I like) and now I can't decided where I want it. Basically, wherever I chose, it's gonna hurt like a bitch, right? Especially b/c apparently if it's close to the bone, it hurts more. And I can't decide between on the back/base of my neck, or on the inside of my wrist.

Obviously I can't draw on the back of my neck without it resembling a total mess, but I can draw on my wrist. It's not the easiest of things but not impossible. And I ended up with this:


I'm so aware that's pretty shitty quality on the photo front, but I just used my phone as grabbing my camera involved more effort than it was worth. But yeah, that's the general idea of the tattoo I want. And whether I do choose to go for the wrist or neck, it can be hidden fairly easily (I wear my watch on my le…

Ch-ch-changes

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This was me yesterday:


This is me now:

Not a massive difference, but it's not been this short for a good 7 years. Feels so weird. With my luck, if I decide I like it, it'll grow back fast (It does that) or if I decide that its too short, it'll take years to get anywhere near the length it originally was (It does that too).

At clinic on Weds, I gained weight again (I'm getting good at this!) so I'm now 46.2kg and my LF is back up to mid-high 70%s despite me feeling not really like it. But I'm really happy about this as it meant for the first time in a fair few clinic appts, no cipro, IVs or anything were mentioned. I did tell the Dr about the hemo I stupidly managed to cause by running across campus at college on Saturday. He said it was probably just b/c of all the coughing (well yeah, but it doesn't happen much so it still scared the fuck out of me). My dietitian finally did the annual review she'd been meaning to get round to. And now she wants me to …

Welcome to the land of 'Everything just fucking sucks'.

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I REALLY FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW.

I just don't give much of a crap right now so I'm gonna rant and you can think what you like. I'm not always this pissed off, so at least remember that this is me after a really bad day or week, or whatever. Just so you know, telling me to calm down won't. help. anything.

I've come to decide that everyone and everything just sucks and there may be no good in the damn world now, b/c you just get fucked around so much you start wondering if you'll get any good in your life. In fact, even if you did, it'll be so small and not-even-that-good, that you'd not notice and continue being a snappy little bitch.
"Everyone is entitled to a bizarrely upsetting day.
Everyone is entitled to have an outburst of ginormous proportions"
A friend told me this a while ago. I completely forgot about it until a few days ago. I have literally no idea how I remembered it word for word, as anyone who knows me knows that my me…

Spring!

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Am I the only one thinking 'Well you took your damn time...' !

Insomnia.

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On a grand scale...

It's fucking 6am!! Gah... I swear it's never been this bad before. I'm considering a bunch of stuff:

That drinking coffee tomorrow all day, is the only way I'll be able to function. Despite the fact I've never drank it before (Yep, sorry Pete, there's that stroke/heart attack I've probably just caused)That drinking coffee NOW is entirely reasonable. If I could just be bothered to get upThat bothering to go to sleep now would just be a waste of timeBesides, I'm hungryReally hungryAnd I can't sleep when I'm hungry.That the half formed ideas in my head might be good blog postsBut until they're actual ideas, I'm going with Tori's suggestion and blogging about last Saturday.
I got halfway through that blog before giving up for the night earlier.
That even through the haze of a LOT of drink and the fact that I mainly just remember loads of giggling like an idiot, it turns out I remembered a fair bit about Saturday.
Also, Duc…

Neglecting the blog-o-sphere.

Sorry blog land. I have basically nothing to write.

Seriously, I can't even be bothered to ramble about my fun filled(!) life these days. I need some ideas, or inspiration. I've probably fried my brain trying to think of stuff and it's always crap.

My piss poor memory isn't helping matters though - even if I do think of something, chances are I'll forget by the time I'm near the keyboard. Or I'll actually start writing and then instantly forget.

Heh. Sod's law.

Chance of normality.

I went out last Saturday, and I loved seeing people. A night out that I really needed :)

I actually have a week off college this week. If we're being technical, it's just a day off as it's only Saturdays, but I'll be going out again this Sat for a friend's leaving party. At least I've got that to look forward to rather than a full two weeks doing bugger all.

Anyway.

I finished IVs on Weds. I was thrilled about that b/c I thought I finished on Thurs till I checked the fridge to see how much was left. And there was only one syringe and one bubble left, so, FREEDOM! It's so so so nice to be free of that damn needle after three weeks. Especially as, for the needle change between the third and second week, the needle felt like it was at an angle. What had happened, was that the nurse had obviously tried to avoid putting the needle exactly where the previous one had just been, and it was basically at the very edge of my port. One side of the gripper didn't …