Not content with splitting my timesheet down into hour-by-hour chunks today and entering an array of formulas, I decided to check out my latest viewers to this very blog. It proved rather interesting! Just this month I’ve been viewed in the UK, Australia, Canada and the States. Oooo! Only 4% of my views come from a direct input of the url (thanks OT!) and the rest are from people stumbling across me whilst doing searches. I can’t help but think these visits from abroad are from home-sick ‘net users who want to be carted back to their childhood though! Mr Ben is particularly popular…..draw your own conclusions.
Anyway, the boss is out this afternoon so I shall get back to surfing the ‘net, hahaha!
Monday, 12 May 2008
Saturday, 5 April 2008
So, it’s been a while since I wrote anything
I suppose I don’t really have anything interesting to say! I did manage to get out a few weeks back though to see Joseph at the Adelphi in London. I went with a friend who I haven’t seen since June 2007. I did worry it’d be awkward as we’ve not had one on one time before so I was a little concerned that we’d have too many pauses in conversation – but I needn’t have worried. From the start we chatted pretty much non-stop right through till about 2am, which has to be a record for me in the staying awake stakes! Although saying that I was forced to stay awake till 3am in December after a Michael Bublé concert – it was either that or die on the motorway though. Anyway, I digress (for a change!).
The production was amazing, and Lee Mead still looks completely ecstatic at the end when he accepts his well deserved raucous applause. However, we decided that seeing one West End show wasn’t enough and ended up going to see We Will Rock You the following day. I have to say in all honesty WWRY is a squillion times better than Joseph. Whilst Joseph was amazing and Lee gave an incredible performance, the energy of the actors and actresses in WWRY is mind-blowing. Just thinking of giving 8 performances of that every week makes me tired!! Last week I discovered that the very gorgeous and talented Simon Bailey used to be in WWRY……
The long and short of all that was that I highly recommend both shows!!
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Tonight I’ve been trying to do some research. Without going into too much personal information I’ve been looking at support for M.E / CFS sufferers. I’ve now come to the conclusion that there’s pretty much bugger all! And what there is, is under funded and not updated all that regularly. It’s no wonder that people who suffer with this are completely misunderstood. So what with the majority of them being shafted by the NHS and having very little research being conducted into the illness it’s a wonder there haven’t been a greater number of suicides with all the hideous symptoms they have to endure daily.
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Brain fog has descended upon me so I’m going to give up writing now. I’ve completely forgotten what I was going to write about next. It was probably just another moan anyway!!
The production was amazing, and Lee Mead still looks completely ecstatic at the end when he accepts his well deserved raucous applause. However, we decided that seeing one West End show wasn’t enough and ended up going to see We Will Rock You the following day. I have to say in all honesty WWRY is a squillion times better than Joseph. Whilst Joseph was amazing and Lee gave an incredible performance, the energy of the actors and actresses in WWRY is mind-blowing. Just thinking of giving 8 performances of that every week makes me tired!! Last week I discovered that the very gorgeous and talented Simon Bailey used to be in WWRY……
The long and short of all that was that I highly recommend both shows!!
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Tonight I’ve been trying to do some research. Without going into too much personal information I’ve been looking at support for M.E / CFS sufferers. I’ve now come to the conclusion that there’s pretty much bugger all! And what there is, is under funded and not updated all that regularly. It’s no wonder that people who suffer with this are completely misunderstood. So what with the majority of them being shafted by the NHS and having very little research being conducted into the illness it’s a wonder there haven’t been a greater number of suicides with all the hideous symptoms they have to endure daily.
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Brain fog has descended upon me so I’m going to give up writing now. I’ve completely forgotten what I was going to write about next. It was probably just another moan anyway!!
Thursday, 14 February 2008
All Out Of Witty
Out of most things actually; energy, enthusiasm, interest
Every day is beginning to blend into the next. I get hit snooze a few times, realise there are other people waiting to get into the bathroom, panic, struggle up, wash, back to bed, dry hair, dress, in car, drive to work, put the kettle on, turn the computer on, make tea whilst the computer starts up, open email, ignore emails, open database software, open internet, open the bubble game, play bubble game, ignore ensuing emails, check person emails, send reply text to Sue, back to the bubble game, go home, sleep. You can pretty much guarantee that’s how every week day is. The only variation of a weekend is that I might throw in a game of the Sims for a bit of a change.
Since last Friday’s visit to the consultant at the hospital I just have even less of an interest in things. Once again it would appear that everything is all in my head. The only sensible thing he managed to say, after our 10 minute argument over how much weight I‘ve lost since I last saw him (nearly 4 stone if anyone’s keeping tabs), was that I should get referred back to the gastroenterology department. Thanks. Helpful. I’m sure they’re going to be extremely tactful in telling me that I’m making up the weight loss, the blood and the pain. Insert heavy sarcasm when reading that last sentence.
So now I’ve got more tablets to add to the remit and some more steroids too, which are always fun. Like me, the GP is reluctant to send me back to the gastro department. I don’t think I can put myself through all the cameras, sedation, and general poking that goes on whilst in their “care”. Bah, I don’t even know where this post is going.
Actually, think I might pop out to pick up a newspaper from somewhere. The plonker opposite is driving me insane with his endless drumming on the table. I’ve had a cracking headache for 3 days now, nothing will shift it. I even tried overdosing on the painkillers yesterday to see if that would help, nope, nada, not a sausage. All that succeeded in doing was making me more tired. Probably going over to my gran’s the other night didn’t help. My granddad has been transferred from one nursing home to another, which is more suitable for his needs as they specialise in elderly patients rather than nursing care. On the plus side he seemed to really enjoy his first day there, despite it ending with him in agony with his hernia but I think he probably just overdid things a bit. There’s only so much fraternising a 92 year old should do in one day. My gran is looking healthier these days too. She hasn’t managed to put on any weight since she had this Norovirus that was doing the rounds, but generally she looks healthier and more relaxed than she did prior to this.
So I’m back from lunch. I ended up at Tesco as they’re probably sick of the sight of me in Marks. I know the Big Issue guy probably is the amount of times I’ve walked past him this week without buying a copy. In all fairness though I have very little cash, and seeing as Marks don’t give change on their gift vouchers I’ve had to use their vouchers.
The lack of cash is down to the fact that I’ve paid all my bills this month, including a rather hefty £160 internet bill – I hadn’t paid it for about 8 months – it’s a miracle I was still connected really. Turns out I was still paying extra on one of my loans too after taking a month off from it last year, but that’s rectified now and I’m back down to what I should be paying. It’s only £20 a month, but that’s still £20. If I’m sensible now and stop exceeding my limits on cards and buying things I really don’t need then I should be able to start saving. Easier said than done I spose.
Dumb employee of the month award goes to a little Chinese woman I work with. You should know that when one of the directors asks you how things are going you always reply with, “fine thanks.” She doesn’t. She replies with, “it’s so quiet, I’ve nothing to do, no one has anything to do.” Standing behind her I’m overcome with a sudden urge to smack her one with my stick. The director tells her to help the infrastructure team as they’re overwhelmed with a new custodial project. It’s the project from hell; nobody wants to be part of it. It’s run by complete morons who you help for 3 days to open a particular file, only for them to turn around and say, “I don’t have the right software, does that matter?”
On that note, I’ve got some bits to do so should probably get on. Pffffft
Every day is beginning to blend into the next. I get hit snooze a few times, realise there are other people waiting to get into the bathroom, panic, struggle up, wash, back to bed, dry hair, dress, in car, drive to work, put the kettle on, turn the computer on, make tea whilst the computer starts up, open email, ignore emails, open database software, open internet, open the bubble game, play bubble game, ignore ensuing emails, check person emails, send reply text to Sue, back to the bubble game, go home, sleep. You can pretty much guarantee that’s how every week day is. The only variation of a weekend is that I might throw in a game of the Sims for a bit of a change.
Since last Friday’s visit to the consultant at the hospital I just have even less of an interest in things. Once again it would appear that everything is all in my head. The only sensible thing he managed to say, after our 10 minute argument over how much weight I‘ve lost since I last saw him (nearly 4 stone if anyone’s keeping tabs), was that I should get referred back to the gastroenterology department. Thanks. Helpful. I’m sure they’re going to be extremely tactful in telling me that I’m making up the weight loss, the blood and the pain. Insert heavy sarcasm when reading that last sentence.
So now I’ve got more tablets to add to the remit and some more steroids too, which are always fun. Like me, the GP is reluctant to send me back to the gastro department. I don’t think I can put myself through all the cameras, sedation, and general poking that goes on whilst in their “care”. Bah, I don’t even know where this post is going.
Actually, think I might pop out to pick up a newspaper from somewhere. The plonker opposite is driving me insane with his endless drumming on the table. I’ve had a cracking headache for 3 days now, nothing will shift it. I even tried overdosing on the painkillers yesterday to see if that would help, nope, nada, not a sausage. All that succeeded in doing was making me more tired. Probably going over to my gran’s the other night didn’t help. My granddad has been transferred from one nursing home to another, which is more suitable for his needs as they specialise in elderly patients rather than nursing care. On the plus side he seemed to really enjoy his first day there, despite it ending with him in agony with his hernia but I think he probably just overdid things a bit. There’s only so much fraternising a 92 year old should do in one day. My gran is looking healthier these days too. She hasn’t managed to put on any weight since she had this Norovirus that was doing the rounds, but generally she looks healthier and more relaxed than she did prior to this.
So I’m back from lunch. I ended up at Tesco as they’re probably sick of the sight of me in Marks. I know the Big Issue guy probably is the amount of times I’ve walked past him this week without buying a copy. In all fairness though I have very little cash, and seeing as Marks don’t give change on their gift vouchers I’ve had to use their vouchers.
The lack of cash is down to the fact that I’ve paid all my bills this month, including a rather hefty £160 internet bill – I hadn’t paid it for about 8 months – it’s a miracle I was still connected really. Turns out I was still paying extra on one of my loans too after taking a month off from it last year, but that’s rectified now and I’m back down to what I should be paying. It’s only £20 a month, but that’s still £20. If I’m sensible now and stop exceeding my limits on cards and buying things I really don’t need then I should be able to start saving. Easier said than done I spose.
Dumb employee of the month award goes to a little Chinese woman I work with. You should know that when one of the directors asks you how things are going you always reply with, “fine thanks.” She doesn’t. She replies with, “it’s so quiet, I’ve nothing to do, no one has anything to do.” Standing behind her I’m overcome with a sudden urge to smack her one with my stick. The director tells her to help the infrastructure team as they’re overwhelmed with a new custodial project. It’s the project from hell; nobody wants to be part of it. It’s run by complete morons who you help for 3 days to open a particular file, only for them to turn around and say, “I don’t have the right software, does that matter?”
On that note, I’ve got some bits to do so should probably get on. Pffffft
Wednesday, 30 January 2008
Distinctly Unimpressed
To look at the situation from the outside you wouldn’t have thought I’d been signed off sick. Although I should have guessed this was going to be the way things always work out, with me running around like a blue bummed fly for everyone else.
I’ve been in “joint hell” since having to stop my main medication nearly a week ago due to possible liver failure. Even simple things like turning over in bed and typing are causing me grief. Today this isn’t being helped by a lack of heating and hot water. I’ve been awake since 3.30am and even taking enough tramadol to knock out an elephant didn’t succeed in gaining me any sleep, or much relief. I’d finally managed some kind of restful state after making up a little cocktail* only to be rudely yanked from it at 7.30. My mother decided that she needed to wake up half the street by f-ing and blinding over the boiler finally giving up the ghost. It annoys me as both my parents are incapable of making a decision and hiring a competent plumber. We’ve had nothing but problems with this boiler since day one. First it started to leak water; the plumber said he’d sorted it after a visit. Biggest joke I’ve ever heard. It continued to leak, had parts replaced, bits cleaned out, and then it started to flash its pretty red light. And that’s the way it has remained intermittently since July. Yes, you heard right, JULY!!!!!!! You should bear in mind also that we’ve only had the boiler since February last year.
When my mother had the bright idea of waking me and the rest of the street, up it was on the guise that the emergency department would come out from the boiler company as soon as they heard the immortal words, “gas leaking from it.” Fantastic, I got up, had a freezing cold shower (always perfect for those arthritic searing pains) and waited for her to call. She did. To tell me that they’ll be out on Friday.
Anyone want a lodger? I’m house trained….
*not of the alcoholic variety
I’ve been in “joint hell” since having to stop my main medication nearly a week ago due to possible liver failure. Even simple things like turning over in bed and typing are causing me grief. Today this isn’t being helped by a lack of heating and hot water. I’ve been awake since 3.30am and even taking enough tramadol to knock out an elephant didn’t succeed in gaining me any sleep, or much relief. I’d finally managed some kind of restful state after making up a little cocktail* only to be rudely yanked from it at 7.30. My mother decided that she needed to wake up half the street by f-ing and blinding over the boiler finally giving up the ghost. It annoys me as both my parents are incapable of making a decision and hiring a competent plumber. We’ve had nothing but problems with this boiler since day one. First it started to leak water; the plumber said he’d sorted it after a visit. Biggest joke I’ve ever heard. It continued to leak, had parts replaced, bits cleaned out, and then it started to flash its pretty red light. And that’s the way it has remained intermittently since July. Yes, you heard right, JULY!!!!!!! You should bear in mind also that we’ve only had the boiler since February last year.
When my mother had the bright idea of waking me and the rest of the street, up it was on the guise that the emergency department would come out from the boiler company as soon as they heard the immortal words, “gas leaking from it.” Fantastic, I got up, had a freezing cold shower (always perfect for those arthritic searing pains) and waited for her to call. She did. To tell me that they’ll be out on Friday.
Anyone want a lodger? I’m house trained….
*not of the alcoholic variety
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
Big Brother Is Watching You
Or at least Big HR Woman is. Although, she’s not big, but for a tiny person she is incredibly noisy. Her eyes are everywhere. And there was me hoping for a nice quiet year whilst the permanent fixture is off popping a sprog out. I can’t even breathe without her popping up behind, let alone get on with my games. Dammit!
Journalism At Its Finest
I’m a regular reader of online news, and generally like to catch up on local news whilst I’m at it. The people who are closest to me will also know that I’m incredibly anal when it comes to basic grammar. I don’t confess to knowing everything there is to know, or always putting it into practice but I do object to journalists who can’t even master the basics. The Watford Observer is usually the best place to catch these journalists at play, and their articles provide a good laugh for the population of Hertfordshire which can be noted by their comments at the bottom of the article.
http://www.watfordobserver.co.uk/display.var.1985466.0.late_licence_dabate_deferred.php
http://www.watfordobserver.co.uk/display.var.1985466.0.late_licence_dabate_deferred.php
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
Memory MIA
Errrr, what was I going to write?
All too often lately I find myself in mid-reach and completely unaware of what I was reaching for. Just now I was about to look something up and I have no idea what I was searching for, earlier I made a cup of tea…..or at least I thought I had. Giving it a stir to get some colour I realised I hadn’t put a tea bag in and I was stirring a cup of hot, weak milk. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anything work related I was about to look up, but you can never be too careful.
Before I came in this morning I needed to go to the local supermarket to pick up some provisions for the remainder of the week. They’re not open till 8am on a Monday so I usually leave it till Tuesday, that way I can get my bits along with the newest copy of my trashy magazine of choice. Least that’s the plan anyway. I almost always forget what I’m going in for and end up buying what I can manage to remember. I hadn’t bothered to check before I went in if I’d had enough cash to pay for anything, so took a chance. Amazingly I did, and to my surprise I pulled out more that I knew I had. One time I don’t mind forgetting! Least now I’ve enough to pay for Thursday’s tickets. Bargain.
I’d even forgotten to tell my parents that my cousin was expecting a baby, well, not him, his wife is!
Now……who am I?!
All too often lately I find myself in mid-reach and completely unaware of what I was reaching for. Just now I was about to look something up and I have no idea what I was searching for, earlier I made a cup of tea…..or at least I thought I had. Giving it a stir to get some colour I realised I hadn’t put a tea bag in and I was stirring a cup of hot, weak milk. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t anything work related I was about to look up, but you can never be too careful.
Before I came in this morning I needed to go to the local supermarket to pick up some provisions for the remainder of the week. They’re not open till 8am on a Monday so I usually leave it till Tuesday, that way I can get my bits along with the newest copy of my trashy magazine of choice. Least that’s the plan anyway. I almost always forget what I’m going in for and end up buying what I can manage to remember. I hadn’t bothered to check before I went in if I’d had enough cash to pay for anything, so took a chance. Amazingly I did, and to my surprise I pulled out more that I knew I had. One time I don’t mind forgetting! Least now I’ve enough to pay for Thursday’s tickets. Bargain.
I’d even forgotten to tell my parents that my cousin was expecting a baby, well, not him, his wife is!
Now……who am I?!
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