THE POX

I have chickenpox. It's really annoying, especially because I've been quite ill with it in the form of a horrid headache, a sore throat and general acheyness. The spots look horrid. It's really difficult to resist scratching them. My nana says she has seen loads of cases of chickenpox, but none as bad as mine. She hasn't even seen any as bad after looking at pics online. I just want the pox to fuck off asap. I'm fed up of staying indoors.
Ike had the pox a couple of weeks ago (I caught them off him) and his whole body had only about as many spots as my arm... and apart from the itchiness, he seemed fine. I wish I'd had it at the age of two. I feel so stupid having a childhood illness at the age of twenty one. I wish I'd had chickenpox as a child. =[

In other news, my coccyx still occasionally hurts, but my foot (not sure whether I blogged about that) seems to be pretty much better.

CoccyxBlog

A few days ago I fell on my arse all theway down the stairs. Apparently I've probably cracked my coccyx. It hurts like a bitch and it's literally agony when I go to sit down or stand up. The hospital gave me cocodamol which did nothing, so I went to see the gp and he prescribed me tramadol. It still fucking hurts... but I think the tramadol is helping a little bit. I even need help putting on my socks and shoes. Little things like that make me realise how lucky I am to be physically healthy most of the time. It also makes me appreciate my grandmother even more than I usually do.

but yeah OWWWWWWWWW!

pooblog

This morning I thought I'd swallowed my tongue bar (after it not happening for months) and obviously thought of the worst case scenario of my entire digestive system being ripped apart. Needless  to say, the tongue bar turned out to be hiding in my bowl of frosties.

An hour or so later, I actually did end up swallowing it...

...So I bought a new one (for a frickin' tenner). Had it in for an hour or so, and yeah, you guessed it... I swallowed this one.

So now I'm going to watch out for shiny things in my shit. Obviously I'm not going to reuse them. I wonder how long it'll take for me to poo them out. hmmm...

But yeah... poo related bloggage is always funny.

boring frickn' update

It's been a while since I blogged. I've been out of hospital for like a month or something. Onlyjust got a new laptop for christmas... so I should be able to blog loads now if I remember to.

Anyhow, I now have boring hair. That's all I'm gonna say about that subject.

And ermmm... yeah... I got loads of awesome stuff for christmas. Not that that's interesting to other people... I'm just trying to blog with a totally blank mind. Basically just a blog post to let people know I'm still alive and stuff lollol.

bleep

So like... I'm tecnically in hospial 'voluntarily'. I'm not really volutary though as they'll section me if I don't stay at the hospital. I'm allowed home for a couple of hours most days so it's a bit more bearable than if  I wasn't 'voluntary'. At least I get to see my little boy without being cooped up in the tiny, boring family room.

Anyhows. I've been in hospital for... I dunno, at least a week I think. I'm crap at being sociable, but I've been venturing away from my bed  so that I can observe people. I've given people nicknames in my head. So far there's Santa, Statueman, Bush (if you read my last blog post you'll know who that is), Usher and Griphook. I'm sure I'll thInk of names for everyone else soon. I'm actually going to make a comic strip thing based on people in there whenever I can be bothered!

But yeah, tonight I'm going to be the only female person on the ward, so I get  a big room to myself. Which means I get to watch star trek in bed without having to use headphones.

Anyways, that was just a quick update. Gotta get my stuff together as I have to be  back at the hospital in 20 mins. Byes.

Hey honey, I'm home... again.

Yesterday was messed up. Was told Ike would die before I woke up this morning if I didn't kill myself last night. I was scared and told my grandmother and I ended up with a choice of going in to hospital voluntarily or being sectioned. Obviously I chose the first option. I was so scared and kept phoning my grandmother to see if Ike was still alive. As much as I hate hospital, I'm actually glad I told my grandmother and ended up there last night instead of acting on anything. I've realised that they are lying bastards and I will doubt their threats more now. Spoke to the psychiarist today and I managed to persuade him to let me go home... so I'm now home again.
Hospital wasn't as bad as it was last week. I discovered a garden and a toilet closer to the sleeping place. So I spent most of today alone in the gardeny place drawing pictures and smoking. It was actually quite pleasent to be honest! Oh, and I had a better bed than before.Hospital still sucked anus though and I'm glad to be out!
Gonna get pizza from dominoes in a bit... and I don't feel guilty spending so much money on it because I'm not spending money on booze at the moment!
Bye.

#omgiforgottorightaboutthis5minsago:

Last night was traumatic. Firstly, there was a pair of knickers on the radiator. Secondly, some (rather unattractive) woman got changed right in front of me. Thirdly, the same person fell asleep with her minge hanging out. She was lying on top of the blankets and her nightie had gone up and she wasn't wearing underwear. The bush was epic. It was mingin'. You'd think someone wearing a nightie in a hospital (or any place with other people) would wear some knickers! Or at least close the curtains around their bed! *shudders*

Chinese Eyebrows.

So I've spent most of the day in the hospital. I was only going to go get my blood stolen and pulse and blood pressure checked, but they asked me too many questions and because my grandmother told me to be honest I was... so I ended up having to see the psychiatwat and I was waiting around all day. Fucking sucked. And the home treatment team car thing smells like cat food. Vile.

But still, I'm going to have a chinese. Ike is all excited about having 'oodles'. I love my little boy so freakin' much. Not really sure what to write today, but I'm trying to update my blog as much as possible at the moment. I guess I'll just write a load of crap.

I've plucked a little bit of my grandmother's eyebrows. She's never had them plucked before and she can already see a big difference even though I'd barely even started when Ike was climbing all over us. I can't believe someones eyebrows can be there for 60 years never having seen a pair of tweezers! O_o

Ooohh yay! 5 minutes until the chinesey place opens. =D =D =D I'm gonna go write a list of what I want so my grandad can go fetch it for me. Hoooooobletoodledooo!