Sore Neck

Oof, it hurts. Trying to sit up without hurting my core. My upper shoulder is in pain but behaving. 

It's not agonising pain but it's irritating.

No painkillers stronger than paracetamol too. 

2024

This year is the year I am going to do my best.

I'm going to meet family and have decent socials. I will wear odd socks and not care.

I'm going to try to note everything down too.

I'm going to finish reading my books. 

I will not stress.

27th of the Twelfth

Technically this project bit is over. I haven't finished though, oh no no. I could probably write forever and it'd make no sense.

This is the phone v laptop argument. I know I communicate better on my phone, but it makes less sense. Whereas I can spend ages on the laptop rewriting things which still make no sense.

I have managed to develop an unnatural fear of people. The idea of answering the door in my pyjamas makes me feel queasy.

It goes much further though. I have to be out of my pyjamas by 11am and ready to leave to stand a chance for anything to happen that day. No phone call pics here, let me tell you. 

(I don't actually want anything to happen, I'd rather a few days off and if I can read and write at the same time, then job done!)🏃🧘🤸🤾🦂🕷️🪱🍟🥨🍕

Merry Christmas

25th December seasonal greetings to all!

My presents are unopened, this will be rectified. 

Hi ho ho! 

Breakfast in Bed

Up to now the ultimate treat in anything is Breakfast in Bed. For me it's nice and simple - a buttered bagel, a cappuccino and all my various medications. As I've often said, "if you pick me up I'll rattle".

I have simple, practical tastes. Plus a bagel tastes so good with that. 

The teen has the same, however, her routine means she must leave half of everything for my husband. We're all not sure why. 

The last few nights I've had some odd dreams about Adam Green and his Moldy Peaches songs. In my dream all the too-cool US bands have got together and covered the Moldy Peaches, with various papers streaming a track so everyone can hear. For some reason I have the job of looking after it all. 

Anyway, I checked Wikipedia & Discogs and it doesn't exist. Like I need another excuse to listen to it all :-)

My favourite BiB must be lightly toasted bagel, Marmite and a fried egg on top. For extra flavour some vegan salami could be added (because we need flavour). All served on a plate on a tray with no additional phone calls. Voila. 

Rottnest Island

Head Clear

can I mention how confused I am again? Only Connect, Mastermind, University Challenge. All quizzy Monday programmes ON A THURSDAY.

Husband and teen are both full of cold so we're all avoiding each other. 

Which is sort of weird as we're used to lounging around in here having random conversations. I'm glad this doesn't happen all the time. 

Instead my head has 'Discoteque' by Le Roop on repeat, a song which came eighth in the finals, though apparently 'We Are the Winners' scored more (and yes, of course we know the words).

Fara Williams, Mary Earps and the teen.

ANYWAY today's update is that I have a wheelchair (not yet needed), I'm getting an emergency box (ditto) and a hospital bed will be on order too. I have also run out of steroids (not wise). 

I always have so much to witter on about, which is often forgotten as it takes me so long to get in here and I'm distracted. Must do better. I'll just say we're delighted Mary Earps won footballer of the year because she's not afraid to speak out - more people should do it.

The teen and Fran Kirby aaaaaages ago. 

I'm having a confidence crisis. Should I post my beige food pics? It helps me remember where I was from day to day, though the actual day might not be right. 

This is my Bill's meal. Oh it was SO good. Inside that big loaf is cheese, cheese and more cheese. 

Bill's fondue and halloumi fries, yum. Beige. Yum.

Shout, Shout, Let it all Out

I'm trying to organise my non-brain-tumour time accordingly, ensuring I'm doing good stuff. So that's things like eating. drinking, reading and so on - the easy stuff. Except I can't do it because apparently if I don't do it when I'm asked I'll never do it (not sure about that).

So we've had a disagreement. These things happen. I'm the unreasonable one apparently. Okay. 

It'll sort itself over time I'm sure. The head doesn't want to deal with arguments right now, it's too much.

I have also developed a very dry cough, just like the one husband and teen have got rid of. The joys. 

Today is going to be a "get stuff done" sort of day. Priority is with the nail clippers, mind. 

There are no spooky ghost crumpets any more, alas.