Hopickleness

I wasn't sure whether to put this in my pregnantness blog or not, but as it's probably not pregnancy-related it can go here!

On Saturday morning I woke up with possibly the worst pain of my life in my leg. Then it was still all hurty, but not as bad... I wasn't really worried about it, just rather confused as to why it was hurting. My mum told me to go to the hospital... I didn't want to, but my grandmother phoned the hospital and they told me to go there immediately. So (very reluctantly) I did.

In A&E I didn't have to wait more than about 5 mins to be seen even though there were hoobloads of other peeps there... being pregnant has its advantages! There was a lot of waiting that wasn't in the waitingy place though... There was many a cranefly and it was kinda scary because they looked so much like other things that are fucking terrifying! >.<>.<

I was very, very bored in the hospital and I hated it. I was the only youngish person on the ward. Everyone else was like 30 or 40. People were speaking Wenglish too (Welsh mixed in with English) which annoyed me. It would be ok if they were speaking either Welsh or English, but Wenglish is annoying. Last night I got a visit from some friends I hadn't seen for ages though, so that made hospitalness more bearable for an hour or so! On the thingys, I could only get on a crappy version of facebook. My DS ran out of chargeyness this morning. Twas all wayyy too boring. I discovered a weird woman who sits by a vending machine in the hospital reading all day, every day... She was odd.

There was one super-bitch nurse on the ward. I didn't like her at all and I'm not sure why. She made my first belly injection hurt more than the second (which was done by a different person) and it left a much bigger bruise than the next injection. Most of the doctors, nurses, midwives etc were nice... and one of them liked Morrissey too, which was cool. There was a piece of paper from 1991 (when I was born) with information about my birth and stuff on it. It was all discoloured with age and looked out of place next to my new notes. I'm not sure how it got there, but I think they had it because my mum gave birth to me on the same ward that I was on. I got asked some really awkward questions about some stuff on my medical records though... but they weren't asked in an evil manner. All in all, people were nice... even in A&E. It was weird!

I finally had my scan to see if it actually was a blood clot. Twas embarrassing because I had to take off my trousers as my leg had to be scanned right up to the groin. It turned out it wasn't a clotty thing and my horrid injections and stuff were pointless. The doctors and stuff seemed convinced it was a DVT... They now think I pulled a muscle pretty badly... in my sleep... Only I could do that! I have to go back there if my leg gets all weird or anything. I'm so glad to be home! It was a nightmare. At least I now know I'm unlikely to get a pulmonary embolism and die. =]

The food was shit. I thought cheese sandwiches were impossible to fuck up, but the ones there were only just edible. I had jacket potato and it was vile... it was like eating a large, barbecued testicle. Luckily, I had a small supply of junk food to keep me going. I hated not being able to use the toilets as much as I wanted to. I have a weird thing about toilets so I had to avoid them as much as I could, so peed as little as possible.

Ooohh... a couple of random people on the ward said I looked quite small for 31 weeks. I thought I was huge! XD

I got like no sleep in the hospital, and I can't wait to finally go to sleep in my nice new (well, new to my bedroom) bed tonight!

Bedrooms, Pain, Fucktards and Mario Kart...

I have a bed! Like, a proper bed! My room looks 100% different. See- lookies at piccies! I wish I had a before picture for comparison. It's a dramatic change and it's awesome. Spent hoobloads of time sorting everything out. Yay for productivity. In the 2 pics you can see most of the room. It looks dead tidy... Not as tidy as it could be, but considerably better than it did. I've emptied things, got rid of things and whatnot. Done hoobloads! I'm so proud of myself for being so productive recently. And yes, I am aware that my bed looks like it belongs to a 5 year old... I like it that way! =D

It was so weird this morning. I woke up screaming. I had the worst pain I've ever had in my life. It was like a crampy thing in my leg and it was horrid. After a few mins I kind of sorted it out, limped to the bathroom, peed, went back to my room and went back to sleep. When I awoke, it was still quite painful (and still is right now). It feels all achey in a weird way and hurts pretty badly if I bend/straighten out my ankle too much or try to walk up and down the stairs. It hurts when I walk too, but not as badly and I'm getting used to it now. I have no idea what's wrong with it. I've been trying to contact my mother to ask her about it (because she's a nurse and knows more about medical crap than me) all day, but as usual, her phone is switched off. >.<

I'm so, so VERY pissed off... Not because of my mothers ignorageness, but because of her brother. He hasn't spoken to my grandmother for months. She's really upset about it and she didn't do anything wrong. Some shit (that I'm not gonna go into) happened a couple of months ago and she kicked her husband out for like a day or something. It was only partly because of the shit that happened blablablaaah. Ever since then, he hasn't spoken to her. My grandfather asked him why he isn't speaking to her and he said it was because he's angry because of that, it's her fault he didn't get a job he applied for and apparently my mum has a right to side with her husband or something. He also seems to have a problem with the fact that I live here and his mother treats me as though I'm her daughter rather than a granddaughter. But yeah, it's fucking stupid. The stuff that happened between my grandparents is in the past now and was none of his business anyway... Excuse me, but HOW THE FUCK is him fucking up an interview for a job he wasn't even qualified for anything to do with my grandmother?! And the thing about my mum and stepdad... Well, neither me or my grandparents have any idea what the fuck he's on about! Anyway, these things are to do with my grandparents, my mum and her husband. Nothing to do with him. He's such a fucking twat and if I wouldn't get into trouble, I'd get on a train, turn up at his house and beat the crap outta him... Wanktard. I actually hate him more than I currently dislike his twin brother.

I'm currently re-addicted to Mario Kart DS. I don't really have anything to say about it apart from 'ohmygod I forgot how awesome it is'! If anyone has the game and wants to play against me, just give me your friend code! XD

Hoobletoodledoo!

Silly Stanny!

Picture this: Pregnant person, confused and unable to move, sandwiched between a mattress and a bunk bed thingy... That happened to me today. I was putting my mattress back on my bed thing after sorting out everything I kept up there instead of my mattress. I thought I would be able to put the mattress back on to the bed while I was still on the bed... It didn't exactly go to plan... It worked eventually though! It was quite hard to breathe because of all the dust and the fact I had a heavy mattress on top of me. I could barely move. I thought I was going to have to stay up there for the rest of my life. After at least half an hour of wriggling, I finally managed to be on top of the mattress instead of under it. So now I have a bed... A bed that's only going to be there for a few more days, but one that I don't think I'll be able to sleep in anyway. I currently pee like a zillion times a night and find it difficult to climb the ladder these days anyway (that's why I've been on a mattress on the floor for quite a few months). So I'll probably end up sleeping on the floor. It's stupid really... I'm not even sure why I put the mattress up there anyway! *rolls eyes at self*

Awww, Miyavi is nomming a big block of hay. I'd nom some too, but I'm trying to stop myself from eating so much food that isn't intended for humans. So far in the last week or so I've sampled mushed up degu food, a bit of hamster food and a doggie chocolate button. No, not weird cravings (well. the degu food thing kinda was), just curiosity.

I don't really know what to write. I just kinda felt the need to tell the bloggiverse how silly I am. Hoobletoodledoo!

Ultra-boringness.

Hoobledoop! I have nothing interesting to write about once again. If you don't want to die of boredom, please stop reading now. I apologise for even writing this... I'm just so bored right now!

I found a load of stamps yesterday (well, technically the day before) and decided to write some letters. I used to write lots of letters about a year and a half ago... Then I just kind of stopped for some reason. The letters I wrote said nothing interesting and were pretty random, but it felt like I was doing something good with my time. It was super-fun to write things and I drew pictures for people too. Not good, super-artistic things... Just random little things. It felt so good posting them though. It made me feel productive.

Talking of productivity, I'm still in the process of getting rid of lots of stuff I own. I've been sorting out a different part of my room each day. I'm slowly getting to where I want to be with my room. Hopefully in a week or so, it'll be completely different! It's weird that I now have two useable desks when three days ago I didn't have one. In a few more days it'll be down to one useable desk as one of them is attatched to the underneath of my bed thingy and I'm going to dismantle that to make room for the bed from my mum's house.

Ooohhh... My uncle, cousins and auntie are currently in my mums house while she is in Scotland. (If I find out anyone has been sleeping in my room, I'll cut them up into little pieces and feed the chopped up bits of person to Jarvis. >.<) Apparently, one of my cousins (who can't even walk yet) was climbing up and down the stairs and fell down them. Why the fuck were they letting him do that unsupervised? My mum doesn't let my half brother (who is older than my cousin and can walk and stuff) go on the stairs alone. There's a gate at the top of the stairs and a door at the bottom, so there's really no excuse! I'm now worried about Mickey and Sunny (my cats) as if they are that irresponsible with their own son, they obviously can't be trusted with someone elses cats! >.<

Oooohhooohhooohhh... I just realised, I haven't written about Morrissey's good news yet! A few days ago I took him to the vets and he'd put on 25 grams since they last saw him. There was no more talk of putting him to sleep. He was breathing ok and everything. The vet said that I just need to keep making sure he eats and giving him his medicine. His head is going to stay tilted for probably at least a month or so (apparently that's a brainy, inner ear-y thingy). I have to keep giving him his medicine for quite a long time, even if he seems to be better. He's now becoming a lot more lively and stuff. He ate loads of the mush when I was feeding him earlier... The most mush I've ever seen him eat... I'm so proud of him! I know there's still a long way to go with him, but he definitely seems to be on the mend! =D

Blah, blah, blah. Might as well give up on this and consider going to sleep or something.

I HAVE A BED!

I HAVE A BED! =]
Today I changed round my room, threw out loads of crap, organised ALL of my drawers... and wowowow! It's so different... not exactly tidy yet but meeplemop! It's getting there!

It's going to be weird sleeping in my bed. For the last few years it's just been a mattress on the floor. I put a small basketball thing in there in case I get bored up there. Although I will probably have Larry up there with me whenever I'm up there anyway... although I can't find a way to get the wire thingy to go up there without falling out and getting potentially chewed up by Morrissey and Miyavi.

I've just made a new deviantart thing. I didn't like my old username (deadstardust) - it was too depressing and stuff. Really not a me kind of name.

I love chess! The more I play the more secrets I learn. Fascinating stuff!

I keep spilling my tea. Meeples.