So this has happened since being a pillock who cannot be trusted to run his own life... Having to leave an evening of great music last night is not my idea of fun but was as Ill as anything as the other nights exertions have obviously still taken their toll. Was a s rough as badly made pancakes on the bus, seen by my young neighbour as I was struggling to concentrate on anything except throwing up. Pooh stayed up with me for hours, as was absolute agony with my back and the medication was not touching it. Having to agree to not go out of a night unless I either get a taxi home or go with someone responsible is annoying but I understand, Ive had a damn good run but I have noticeably got physically slower and more prone to the cold. Having in to stay in for a few days I suppose will give me the opportunity to tackle writing of all natures, especially if Ive got to start paying for a damned taxi. Have spent the vast majority of the last 24 hours on the sofa. Poor Pooh concerned at one point when the skin around the operation scar down my spine seemed to be raising. I must admit for the first time in ages, since I had the bowel issue, I was tempted to make my way up to A nd E but they really wouldnt have been able to do anything and the only thing they would have offered was to stay, well thats not going to happen. Now damn wide awake and with a hankering for smoked salmon. A morning of downloading the Buddy Rich Box set I bought after watching Whiplash, quiet repose, awaiting an old uni friend to come round, the looking forward to addressing the Haggis which was postponed due to me not being well and still trying to work out getting to Bicester in March as well as finally, hopefully finishing the Stephen Fry book. The cup run over today. Just spent last few hours in the company of the ever fab Maria. Not sure why telling this as it seems nobody has been able to see a post of mine for three days, but there you go.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 18:26:47 +0000
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