Showing posts from May, 2010

Glucose test fun.

Well I clearly have plenty to say these days(!)

I had an appt on the 26th, which involved me waking up at the ungodly hour of 7.30am so I could leave the house at 8am and sit through rush hour to get to the hosp for 9am. Traffics shit through Newcastle at rush hour times - normally it only takes 25 - 30 mins to get there. 20 mins if you push your luck and bolt down the roads. The appt was just a normal check up entwined with the fun that is a glucose test. My Dad sort of told every nurse in sight that I'm not too nice when I'm hungry (in other words, don't piss me off). In truth, I wasn't that bad. After 30mins, the nurse finally got started, stabbed me with a trusty butterfly needle and checked my sugars, which were 5.6. Apparently that's good. I don't follow all these sugary numbers and terms b/c I've been a lucky shite to avoid CFRD so far.

Then I had the joy of that gross glucose drink. I've had worse, but it was hardly something I'd ask for more …

Feeling lost.


Over the past couple of weeks, people have said that I'm sort of shattering their opinion of me. Amongst other stuff they didn't expect of me, the tattoo is a big thing in this - I've had it said a bunch of times that I 'don't look like the type to go out and get a tattoo' (and even more so to do it without telling the parental units). My philosophy in life has basically become 'Fuck it'; Take risks, live life, and deal with the consequences later.

B/c life's just too fucking short to behave all the time.
Ramble over.


Basically the only way of describing the weather the past couple of days.

Seriously. Hot.

Reminds me of when I went to London last year (YAY make-a-wish) as it was way too hot for those three days. Typically, the second we got back to Newcastle, it was raining, and probably still imitating Hawaii-style heat 300 miles south.

It's too hot outside, it's too hot (and boring) inside... can't really win. And I don't even tan, which sucks. I think the bright side here is that I'm not on any abx with retarded rules like 'stay out of the sun'. With my luck, b/c my cough is being a bastard at the moment, when I go to clinic on Weds, my Dr will suggest Cipro again. He can go to hell if he suggests it, b/c it did nothing last time except make me feel worse. I swear, if he does suggest it, I'm asking for a second opinion. I've said in the past that I want him to try and find something else that works against my pseudo, or APBA, or whatever crap is frolicking about …


(Blatant plagiarism of Lauren's tattoo blog title there...)

I did it =)

I finally got the tattoo I've been banging on about for months. I decided on Friday (I think) that I'd get it done on Monday, and sorted this out. Obviously my sister had to go with me b/c I'm a wimp, and probably would have messed things up hearing wise. We went into Durham (first choice, second choice would have been places in Newcastle) to see if the tattoo place had an opening for today. They did, for 3pm. It was about 11 at that point, so for 4 hours, me and my sister pretty much just walked through Durham, I was taking photos to distract myself of the plain fact that, yes, I was damn right scared.

We got there and I had to show my ID again.... they thought I was about 14. Wonderful. My sister sat next to me taking photos whilst I winced and txted Gem to distract myself. Definitely worked. The part that hurt the most was the R as that's over a muscle in my wrist. The rest was pretty much just…

'From one Meghann to another Megan'

I can't believe you're gone.

No, that can't be right.

RSV or rejection, whichever it was, well, both of them, they're a bitch.

You emailed me a year ago after reading my blog. It was called 'From one Meghann to another Megan' and you started of saying 'First off, love the name'. We talked on msn and facebook, but not a lot. I remember talking loads the night that Bree got her tx b/c we were so pleased for her, and you'd not long had your own tx.

The last time we talked, it must have been a few weeks ago, before you declined and ended up in ICU on a vent. We were just talking about random stuff. General life, and of course pred making us both ravenously hungry. It made me laugh so damn much when you said that my msn display picture made me look like a model. And then the conversation died down, you got occupied doing other stuff and I was falling asleep b/c it was about 2am and I was exhausted.

We never said goodbye.

Does that make it better or worse? I…

Confessions: I'm a wimp.

I actually went swimming again. Slightly regretted it after the first length, but carried on till 10 lengths. And then most likely crawled out of the pool. My competitive side is a moron - I tried to overtake someone who was already half a length ahead of me at one point. I actually got to the other side at the same time she did. And then every muscle in my body really hated me for that.


Oh well. At least my physio will be happy I'm actually getting up and doing stuff. I know I said I was going to just be uber lazy all week after knackering myself on Saturday, well I didn't really follow that. In truth, I can't remember Monday or Tuesday at all for some reason (yes, thanks crap memory) but I know I was out on Weds, and obviously today. I won't bother going anywhere tomorrow so I can actually lounge about for once.

I've finally got my tattoo designed, and I really, really want to get the stones to get it next week, or the week after. Apart from the fact that…

Lazy FTW.

I went out on Saturday. Really good seeing people, especially after not seeing some of them for months.
I managed to cripple myself back at my sisters. I was walking up the stairs and never switched the light on, and it was pitch black. I walked right into a chair that was on the landing (don't ask me why it was there, b/c I don't even know) and all my sister and her fiance heard was a loud *thump* then me going 'OW!! Fuck!'. I injure myself so much that people just find it hilarious now. Like when I sat on the end of the bed and fell right off. Cue my sister laughing for ages. It wasn't that bloody funny, but for some reason, it's twice as funny when it happens to me.

I really couldn't be bothered with doing my nebs on Sunday night. I did though. It just took me forever to get up off my arse and go to the kitchen. I was shattered b/c I'd effectively went through 8am -3am on Saturday on 6 hours sleep. And didn't get that much sleep at my sisters b/c…

I confess...

I'm addicted. To these: (french fancies)

God. You don't know how painfully slow my net connection is being today. I'm used to it being slower when I'm in my room b/c that's just how it works, but I'm about 5 foot from the router right now and it's pissing me off!

Anyway. So I'm really addicted to these things. Dunno what it is about them but I randomly bought some to eat in the car when we went to Scotland for the day on bank holiday Monday, and I sort of ate 4 of them (half the packet) within two minutes. At the time, I was in the car with my two sisters and my Mum and Dad. They found it both sort of hilarious but disgusting at the same time. Can't really blame them. I'm sure they're just jealous I can eat twice as much as them and not really show it. Which is sort of a blessing and a curse.

Pretty sure this addiction is helping me keep up the weight thing though. I love not having to get a lecture off the dietitian every clinic appt. I use…

Ding dong...

The bitch that is UCAS and student finance is dead, done and dusted with! Wooo, let's all dance, jump and throw small children in the air at the fact that you'll no longer have to listen to me bitch about either of those things again.

Until next year.

Yeah, sorry. The thing is, UCAS is done with, completely now. I got an interview for my course which I went to last Thurs (and didn't write about it b/c I was scared of jinxing it. Yeah, I believe in that shit, deal with it) and I went to that with my Dad. He said that the woman who I saw seemed to like my work, she did look pretty pleased when she asked if I knew how to work with black and white film, and I said that I had two projects based on film that she could see. I also had two digital projects and a portfolio which she looked through. She actually remembered me from last year, when she told me to go on the course I'm on now b/c I just didn't really know enough to be on the foundation degree without dragging behi…


I dunno.

What am I supposed to write about? I can't think of a thing. Even cf, at least for me, is being fairly un-dramatic. I won't complain about that though b/c that's just begging everything to tank so damn fast.

I was being a stressy little cow at college on Saturday. I annoyed myself probably more than I annoyed other people. I was just getting pissed off at my work, being confused about what I had to do, the fact that Blackboard is being an utter twat and the systems been knackered all week, and the slight fact that I deleted (permanently) some photos which I thought I didn't need. Turns out I do and I was supposed to print out a contact sheet with these photos on. The problem is, it's not as simple as just going back to where I was and re-taking the photos. B/c the photos I deleted are the ones I used in making a panorama. Which means I should have kept the originals - it'd be blaringly obvious if I used different photos and tried to pass them off as or…