I am currently taking enough medication to make a medium size carthorse raise an eyebrow in gentle query.
One of the annoying side effects is sleep, or lack thereof. I am a blissful eight hours a night kind of chap, so getting between three and four hours, and then not feeling tired, is a bit odd. Amanda says that I'm acting a bit weird. I have bitten my tongue, to avoid acting a bit rude. I kind of reckon that no sleep and feeling manic would make one appear a tad odd.
So, 4.25 am, and Charlie comes belting into our room convinced that Satan and all of his little weevils are invading our house because the milkman zoomed passed at 3mph and woke him up. So he's crashed out on the floor in our room, and I've been pottering around the kitchen since, ooh, 4.35.am. Triffic.
I've stuck some photos on FB, made myself a tuna and egg salad for lunch later, had two cups of tea, checked the news, blogged, and even though it's not yet 7, I may even have a crafty fag.
Sleep deprivation, life on the edge.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Well, hello there
Gosh it's me, on a blog.
Useless I've been, proper crap. No reason whatsoever either, other than utter crapness.
Life pootles along with it's usual ebb and flow of highs and lows. The big high of the year was Amanda's fortieth birthday which we spent with a wonderful group of friends in a delicious riad in Marrakesh which we had all to ourselves. Debauchery and hilarity was very much the order of the weekend and a high ole time was had by all.
Much of what happens to Josh occupies the lows, along with the recent return of my cluster headaches after three years of nothing. They have the capacity to reduce me to a gibbering husk of a man, the only upside being that I have to quit the elbow bending whilst medicating, so the longer they go on, the healthier I become. That being said, I would rent out my nutsack to the fuckwit spaniel's fleas for a swig from a can of Stella 4%. Since I last had them I have been given oxygen cylinders to give pain relief at home. Quite how I got through the previous twenty years without it, I have no idea. Quite remarkable.
I would have liked to swum in the sea rather more than I have done throughout the summer, but other than that the barometer swings more up than down.
Useless I've been, proper crap. No reason whatsoever either, other than utter crapness.
Life pootles along with it's usual ebb and flow of highs and lows. The big high of the year was Amanda's fortieth birthday which we spent with a wonderful group of friends in a delicious riad in Marrakesh which we had all to ourselves. Debauchery and hilarity was very much the order of the weekend and a high ole time was had by all.
Much of what happens to Josh occupies the lows, along with the recent return of my cluster headaches after three years of nothing. They have the capacity to reduce me to a gibbering husk of a man, the only upside being that I have to quit the elbow bending whilst medicating, so the longer they go on, the healthier I become. That being said, I would rent out my nutsack to the fuckwit spaniel's fleas for a swig from a can of Stella 4%. Since I last had them I have been given oxygen cylinders to give pain relief at home. Quite how I got through the previous twenty years without it, I have no idea. Quite remarkable.
I would have liked to swum in the sea rather more than I have done throughout the summer, but other than that the barometer swings more up than down.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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