"Witty" subtitle pending.
1st August 2008 - S. Peter's Chains.
I was woken by the sound of the recycling truck thus, having forgot to put the recycling out, my first word of the month was a swear. Lets hope that doesn't bode.
Haven't done much today, except entertain JWs while they lectured on the ressurrection of the unrighteous. Apocalypse/Revelations - really. Martin Luther was right, it oughtn't be there. I should have packed by now, buty I haven't. I should get on to that soon - I'm not sure how far my ride is off. The annual Oli's birthday trip to Oturehua. Not really the weather for the outdoors, but it'll get me away from my self. And I'm pretty sure it's the first time I've left Dunedin since Tina's wedding - and she's grown and popped a sprog since then.
4th August 2008.
Odd dreams have left me thinking I possibly should have sorted myself a will before the MRI I'm about to go off to - but the rational in my brain knows that that is just the crazy talking.
Oturehua was great, I shall be back to talk about it after I've gone lie in a magnet for a while.
10th August 2008 - Laurence, Mart.
It turns out that an MRI machine is basically jinxed to make your nose start itching the very moment you are no longer allowed to move, and then forty five minutes later when you are released the itching stops before you even get to scratching it. Stupid having a nose. After the scan I headed home for less pajama like clothes (and my wallet which I'd forgotten) and went to varsity for lunch with Emily. Then I had an exciting afternoon of napping - coz all the excitement had worn me out (yes, I'm embarrassing to know). Monday night I set my computer getting Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog down.
Tuesday morning started wonderfully. The sing along blog is awesometastic (ergh, who'd I catch that word off? I might just blame Simon). Then I was off to the pool to go swimming with Meg. I'm so not fit, the walk up to the pool left me ready for a nap. Still was mostly good. Afterwards we went and had a nose around the Chinese gardens, which was pretty much a waste of money. Theys ugly. Then I got home, ate left overs for lunch and then had my father and brother arrive. It was off to the movies (Get Smart and Dark Knight) followed by dinner. Get Smart was better than I'd expected, and actually an enjoyable watch. Dark Knight, however, is benefiting from the Ledger hype and otherwise has very little going for it. Bale is just not a decent Batman, and his dialogue is written for him to not be a decent Batman. It works as a action film, but it's not Batman.
Wednesday, the overly busy week had left me very much not wanting to get out of bed, but I had a Human Rights Olympics thing to help run at varsity, so I was off helping with a SFT/Amnesty/Greens things. In the early evening, after an afternoon nap, I went to my GP. My blood pressure is now a touch low - proving it wasn't the problem. And he had the preliminary MRI results already. Looks like I'm brain tumour free.
Thursday, much like Wednesday, involved me being up and doing Human Rights supportty stuff when I really felt I ought have been sleeping. In the evening I had dinner with Alana and caught up on some of her trip to Europe before heading off to the Tibetan Charity Concert in town. I didn't last very long there before the need to sleep won.
Friday, I pretty much slept all day. The overly busy week had left me wiped.
Yesterday, I woke to snow on the ground outside my window, so went back to sleep until lunch time. In the afternoon I went out and pretended at being normal and sociable with the girls from the office - celebrating Emily's birthday. Then went to see Homegrown 3 at the film festival as part of said group. Most of the short films were more than a little lame, but there were a few gems to make up for all the rocks. Onthe way home I got fish and chips - a bad plan. I spent the night curled up in my sleeping bag feeling icky. And being irrationally cranky at my friends for having lives. I'm good that way....
15th August 2008 - Assumption of Blessed Mary, V.
Sunday evening I headed off to the casino with Oli, Bridget and Greer (friend of Oli's wot is awesome) for dinner and quiz. We won again, and discovered one of the other regular teams had quit on the false belief that we were somehow cheating. Takes a bit of the fun out of it. Then Simpsons watching with Oli before home and sleep.
Monday, I'm mostly certain I didn't leave the house at all - though now I say it I might have gone to Pak'n'Save. Pretty certain I did wash and was wearing basically PJs all day though. Wait, I lie. I got up and washed first thing and went to mum's work to get somethign the hospital had sent to her and posted something to Tina and then got home and was fast asleep again before 11am. It was just the second getting up I didn't bother dressing in actual clothes afterward, and just stuck to my extra manly teddy bear pjs.
Tuesday morning dad turned up and we went of to the movies. Hancock started okay, but fell apart at some point and I'm not certain where. Then we had buffet vegan indian food for lunch and I came home to nap. In the evening I was searching TradeMe for a tin toy I liked as I random gift for someone (who I've since realised would probably not appreciate anything from me right now, much less of the theme of gift I was going for) when dad came to visit and gift me with a cushion that turns in to an octapus (which he had to borrow my sewing kit to fix the last bit of). It's quite cool, even if I have somehow managed to accidentally rip one of it's eyes off already. It even sort of suits my sofa.
Wednesday, I went out for lunch with dad and Andrew. Family is draining, so I slept until dinner time and then watched Scrubs and Chuck before going back to bed.
Thursday, I went for a walk, just to get out of the house for a while. Delivered a CD to Oli and didn't really do all that much else.
Today, I pottered about at home until JWs came and talked bible for almost an hour then headed to Oli's work to pretend at being a human for a while, socialising and then heading out for Indian to catch up with Camilla as she was passing through town. I'd not realised I'd missed her until I saw her. ANd now, like the old and boring that I am, I'm home.
16th August 2008.
I'm sick of my meds. Freaky dreams messing with last nights sleep (though straight out pain had been the problem the night before - and I guess the meds help with that one). Actually, I think I'm mostly just unpleasant today as I've been having lower back muscle spasms all morning - so I'm wiggling about like some sort of crazy uberspaz. Still, at least I'm not breaking stuff constantly like I was yesterday (I keep dropping things without realising it - it was annoying, especially the egg I was intending to fry but had stood in the egg goo puddle before realising it was no longer in my hand).
I'm basically just out of patience with living with me and having to put up with what a fucking useless git I am.
18th August 2008 - Agapitus, Mart. Mem. only.
Turns out the massive mood swings from earlier in my being sick had come back without my noticing, so I was acting like a crazy. Fortunately I've no caught on the the crazy is mostly being restrained.
I've also been watching TV and using the computer more than I should, so I've had the fun eyes-on-fire feeling that my specialist seems to think I'm making up for attention (says my paranoia reading things into the general look of bored disdain he had on his face the whole time). I should probably be minding my health more, but I ain't.
Anyway, Saturday I fell asleep on the couch when Carla didn't turn up for to kidnap me (I think she may have given up - or I may have unintentionally offended her horribly as I am known to). After dinner I went to bed for a nap so I could go watch the rugby with Oli. Instead of a four hour nap ending a midnight, I slept right through till breakfast time.
Sunday, computer gaming and feeling generally unpleasant followed by an early afternoon nap (insane that I unintentionally fell asleep on the couch after having slept a full twelve hours the night before (something scarily insane in itself)). Then grandparent dinner, and off to sucking at quiz. There was even a question on one of the bible stories I used to be working on in my thesis and I couldn't remember who'd done it. It was annoying. Though we got second, if embarrassingly far behind first. X7 are even worse winners than losers, no sense of sportsmanship at all.
Today I lunched with Midget, which was nice. Seems I've only seen her three or four times all year. Otherwise I've not been up to much. I should be in bed, I've been zoning out for the last three or four hours.
21st August 2008.
Yesterday was supposedly one of the nicest days Dunedin has had in a while - the snow finally melted off the hills - and I didn't get up properly at all, wearing bedclothes and bedding all day. Was a good day.
I almost forgot my lunch plans today - only remembered during the previous sentence and thus rushed off and it is now nine hours later. Though now I'm sleepy and can think of little to say, so I guess it can wait till tomorrow.
27th August 2008.
Turns out my belief that the snow had melted off the hills had come from people lying to me - it lasted to the weekend.
The lunch plans I'd almost forgot were with Emily. It was a very pleasant lunch, followed by some dithering at school for a while before stumbling home. Much less eventful than my previous Monday's lunch when I'd ripped my pants on the way in to meet Midget and had to go home and change and then rush along.
Not too much excitement in the time since. I've mostly been slothing about the house. On Sunday, 11 days after I'd stuck a knife in my thumb, it had finally closed up (though is now really itchy - which probably isn't the best sign). Sunday night I did leave hte house to go to the casino for dinner and quiz. Was good.
This week I've only been outsdie to pay the phone bill and to go to the supermarket to get strepsils (I have a cold and it is messing with my pain killers - so I'm rather unpleasant). I ended up buying milk and apples but forgetting the strepsil so now I'm just going to go to bed and be cranky away from people.