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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Tuesday, 22 December 2020

I am bad at effort. This is effort.

It is a weirdly foggy night for December.  Looking up the street out of my kitchen window it is just lights in haze.  Can't even seeing my street.  Hopefully it will make it cool enough to sleep - I have not slept in a while.

I am trying to remember what I have done since I last wrote.

Tuesday, I think, after writing the previous entry I went to University Book Shop with Midget to help her shop for books.  She makes me look like a decisive shopper.  I have a gift voucher for there that she gave me for my 40th but after looking at some Chris Riddell illustrated poetry books I decided I should save it for the next in the series I should have spent it on this year (those Rainbow Rowell books I rather enjoyed).  After a couple of hours we got Japanese takeaways and ate them at her house.  It was nice to see her and her family.

I remember nothing of Wednesday before dinner time, when I went to D&D for the last time this year and we ate Indian takeaways before having a fun if chill gaming session - we have avoided all combat for a long while.

Thursday.... must have happened.  Yes, Carla visited in the afternoon to drop off leftover birthday cake.  Which means I probably had an all day at home all day in PJs sort of day.  I think that might have been a day playing FF12 on the switch.

I know I did something in town on Friday as I had to hustle home for my evening plans, but I have no idea what.  My mind is not being helpful.  In the evening I went to Lisa and Bruno's for a roleplaying friend group Christmas dinner takeaways potluck.  It was a very pleasant evening.  If maybe a little much humaning for me.

Over the weekend I played a bunch of Pokemon and wallowed in my filth (lack of sleep had me worn down enough I didn't feel I had anything else left in me) - so when Firmin visited me unexpectedly on Sunday I am a little worried I smelled of days without washing.

At some point in the last week, might have been in the weekend might have been earlier, I got to the chapter end camp in the BG3 early access (it is almost but not quite the end of the available game so far) and was rather put off by the fact that all the companions offer to put out.  The game is suddenly trying too hard and very awkwardly to show how adult it is, undermining all their characters in the process.

Anyway.  Yesterday.  Two hospital appointments in one day.  So fun.  The first was spirometry.  The second was a new general medicine registrar going through all the tests I have had thus far.  With the very clear message I should focus on how not cancer it is after how cancer it had looked at first.  And now I have to get thyroid hormone and antigen checks every month.  So I was bled on the way home.  I also stopped in at my insurer to check that my gaming PC wasn't something they needed listed as an extra.  She tried to up-sell me to a plain that would cover accidental damage, and my phone.  I showed her how old my phone is and explained it wasn't covered by the up-sell due to age anyway and was probably worth less that the excess.  I mention this because irony.

Today, third hospital appointment of the week.  The one postponed from March because of COVID.  And thanks to my dear friend Insomnia, I was running on under four hours sleep.  It happened.  It was an 'up the hill' hospital appointment with the DHBs mental health unit.  I was declared too sane to qualify for district health board funded treatment.

Then this evening I went for dinner at Nandos with Simon, Joe and Firmin.  Simon and Joe had a "birthday and Christmas, probably for multiple years" present for me.  Joe's old phone, which had been Simon's old phone before that.  I now have a phone so new it has facial recognition to unlock.

Maybe I do need to up my insurance now....



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