tweed, 4711 or was that lejardin??
A Monday - always a stomach full to deal with. The alarm faires kept pushing my alarm clock forward until I got out of bed some 35 mins late at 7am. A rush start to work, but none the less an uneventful morn.
Polkadot was just a psycho - all happiness and light.,...was she oblivious to the feelings of others, or was she merely terrified of what she may have unleashed? Hmm either way when the 2 Velicorapters (D and D ) get hold of her in the next standoff (oops marketing meeting)- I certainly won't stand up for her. In fact I will kind of enjoy watching them rip apart her flesh with their claws....
The other downer about today was that I was back travelling in the medical landscape. Clearly not one of my favourite pastimes. How hypocondriacs to it - is beyond me. So in I go skip to see Professor P my Haematologist from some 12 years ago. Not only does he remember me - and my ever so rare disorder, but he even pulls out this notebook from 1992. You see - he doesn't trust hospital IT systems, so he keeps additional patient records in tiny little note books.
Anyways its was an absolute trip down Freddykruger lane - as the waiting room is also the cancer centre waiting room. Being scared of hospitals - is prolly cause I fear death itself. But there is no other reminder to our longevity than sitting in a dodgy hospital waiting room full of the old or super sick. What nearly set me right off though was the complete acidtrip I got to experience for free as the chemicals in the Nanna perfumes (of those in the waiting rooms) combined to produce a rather psychodellic experience! I think I managed to identify a number of different smells including Tweed, 4711, Le Jardin and I think one of the boyNannas had "Ole Spice" on too!
Just like a trip to the testers counter at Kingstons Pharmacy growingup in Maryboring!
He is not 100% sure why my plateletes have gone off again - so guess what - more blood tests and another one of those ever so fun - bone marrow biopsies.
Remember that weird apple corer thing in your mum's kitchen draw - well its kinda like that only smaller and they drill it into your spine. You are given a local, not to feel the pain - but its the noises it makes inside you that just cause the eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww feeling.
I am sure tomorrow is bound to be more exciting because its just that one day closer to the weekend. SPEAKING of days....OMG...150sleeps to go!
Polkadot was just a psycho - all happiness and light.,...was she oblivious to the feelings of others, or was she merely terrified of what she may have unleashed? Hmm either way when the 2 Velicorapters (D and D ) get hold of her in the next standoff (oops marketing meeting)- I certainly won't stand up for her. In fact I will kind of enjoy watching them rip apart her flesh with their claws....
The other downer about today was that I was back travelling in the medical landscape. Clearly not one of my favourite pastimes. How hypocondriacs to it - is beyond me. So in I go skip to see Professor P my Haematologist from some 12 years ago. Not only does he remember me - and my ever so rare disorder, but he even pulls out this notebook from 1992. You see - he doesn't trust hospital IT systems, so he keeps additional patient records in tiny little note books.
Anyways its was an absolute trip down Freddykruger lane - as the waiting room is also the cancer centre waiting room. Being scared of hospitals - is prolly cause I fear death itself. But there is no other reminder to our longevity than sitting in a dodgy hospital waiting room full of the old or super sick. What nearly set me right off though was the complete acidtrip I got to experience for free as the chemicals in the Nanna perfumes (of those in the waiting rooms) combined to produce a rather psychodellic experience! I think I managed to identify a number of different smells including Tweed, 4711, Le Jardin and I think one of the boyNannas had "Ole Spice" on too!
Just like a trip to the testers counter at Kingstons Pharmacy growingup in Maryboring!
He is not 100% sure why my plateletes have gone off again - so guess what - more blood tests and another one of those ever so fun - bone marrow biopsies.
Remember that weird apple corer thing in your mum's kitchen draw - well its kinda like that only smaller and they drill it into your spine. You are given a local, not to feel the pain - but its the noises it makes inside you that just cause the eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww feeling.
I am sure tomorrow is bound to be more exciting because its just that one day closer to the weekend. SPEAKING of days....OMG...150sleeps to go!
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