At work we had a bad-busy stretch, and I am sharing a desk and phone with a woman on the edge. We had a day where her one genuine laugh (that I witnessed) seemed to be after she said that she didn't know where her time had gone. I explained that losing time is one of the signs of alien abduction.

Later in the week I could smell sausage rolls - but other people could not. That led me to wonder whether I was having a stroke, because that could be one of the signs. There really were sausage rolls though.  read more »

I almost fell asleep during this month's drip. I still think that 'infusion' is something too herbal tea to apply to me. Tired beyond words. Don't think I mentioned that the last drip I read some of my file... didn't get back to the really juicy bits from years ago.

I'm thinking about aiming for a hospital swap, to somewhere closer to work. It's a long time until my next neurologist appointment, so let's see if I can remember until then. In the meantime I have signed up to various studies, just for fun.  read more »

I've just dropped to a four day work week, with Wednesdays off. Mostly triggered by being ill, but I think it's good for other reasons. When I was looking for work, four days was an option. And now I have better pay... I get a four day week while earning pre-redundified income.

I now wonder what the OT, who told me not to make quick decisions, will think.  read more »

Sick days are good - but don't seem so awesome when they turn out to be a sick long weekend.

Keep forgetting to mention - I don't get a train in to the CBD often any more, but when I do I am appalled that all the graffiti near East Richmond has been greyed over. I loved that stretch.

There has been an awesome breakthrough in my life - I had chicken kiev last week! In hindsight, it was absolutely retarded of me not to nut out that cheese and whey that stopped me eating them... that is a processed food thing that doesn't apply to places like poulterers.  read more »

Among a growing list of specialists and ancillary health people, I have an Occupational Therapist, and she's lovely. With an iron edge that would work well collecting debts. Today, right after she noticed how freakishly tired I look, we got going with me having an unco attack and spilling shit everywhere. Everywhere, but mostly on me.

Somewhere during the appointment we had some very hard edged negotiation about me seeing a doctor (fine) tomorrow (not fine). Friday is fine, but I allowed that it will be in the morning in case the doctor would like to give me the day.  read more »

Last 'hospital Friday', I walked away with one of the best bruises ever. Took 2 weeks to disappear. No such bruise this time. But I did get the nurse that reliably leaves me with a beeping widgamy after an air bubble in my drip.

Sometimes lately, I am making a point of going through the Vic Market on my way to get CDs. A friend and I used to 'race' each other through the crowds. Now I have decided that the Vic Market Challenge is a good way to get a feel for how unco I am. Many skills are tested while navigating a crowded shed.

I have had some practical demonstration about the wonder of ecosystems. Now that my cat has fixed the mouse (rodent) problem, we have a roach problem. It's a real lesson in life when you realise that the mice were probably keeping the roaches in line.

Work has been real busy still. But the tension is a little better this last week. Possibly because it reached a point where I had a chat with someone about how bad it was getting. I am happy that it's eased off, but a little part of me wonders about the conversations that might have happened to get it eased.

Also at work - I seem to have earned my first nickname. From a guy who is nice enough to get away with it.

Now that Slappa have an Australian distributor... I've been on a minor spree. Might get a few more things soon, as well.

Not having to go to work is awesome. But it's better when you still have money, so the plan is to get another job.

I did explain to CD store guy that, if I get another job at the last rate, I would be happy to work three or four days a week. Then I bought a stack of CDs and a Skinny Puppy t-shirt.

Then I went and bought some books. And some expensive chocolate.  read more »