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!

Naked statues and whatnot.

I should currently be sleeping, as I have to get up super-early today... but instead here I am blogging about naked statues. I'm not even sure why I'm blogging about naked statues, but I felt an overwhelming urge to do so.

I love naked statues! They're so funny! I really need to grow out of my infantile sense of humour. I know that many naked statues are supposed to be tasteful and unhumourous, but they're still fucking hilarious! A few years ago in either France or Belgium, there was a statue of a naked bull (yes, I know- most bulls are naked) and it had HUGE testicles. I have a photograph of it somewhere. It's quite possibly one of the most amusing things I have ever seen! Most naked human statues have genitals that are either somewhat in proportion to their bodies or weirdly tiny...

If statues are allowed to be naked outside, why aren't we?! Surely the statues should be covered up too... =/

I took the photograph I put in this blog in an art gallery in Liverpool. There were quite a few naked statues there. I wonder why this angel dude (or whatever he is meant to be) is only clenching one butt cheek and not the other...

Away from the statues!

I'm now addicted to a stupid game on facebook with lots of circles and reactiony things. It's possibly the most pointless, boring game ever created and I'm quite ashamed to be addicted. Every time I close my eyes I see little balls bouncing around, hitting eachother and exploding into big circles. It's the tetris effect all over again... Although I'm not sure it's still called the tetris effect with games that aren't tetris... but I'll call it the tetris effect because I have absolutely no idea what the game I'm addicted to is actually called!

I think I might be getting heartburn again (oh, the joys of pregnancy!). I'm not entirely sure that's what it is though. I'm kind of hoping it is heartburn, so I can use my gaviscon. I got it like a week ago after getting heartburn and never got it again (until perhaps now). I've always been curious about the feeling the woman refers to in the 'What a feeeeelliiinnngggg' gaviscon adverts. I can't wait to find out... Although I can wait for the heartburn to get bad enough for me to consider using the gaviscon. Heartburn is horrible.

Hoobletoodledoooo! =D