The fun continues…

August 17, 2009

I have to have my wisdom tooth out. This morning I spent four hours in a walk-in emergency dentists because I had woken up with one enormous hamster-pouch cheek. And it bloody hurt. I have antibiotics which make me feel nauseous and a promise of a consultation with a special dentist that deals with high risk wisdom teeth. Apparently my wisdom tooth has deformed roots and is pressing on the nerve. Hurrah! It’s just one ailment after another round here. Just because you’re a hypochondriac doesn’t mean you won’t get ill.

Famous last words…

August 10, 2009

I feel awful. It’s just a cold. Which is kind of annoying. If I’m going to feel like shit then I might as well have swine flu and get it over with.¬† If my temperature hits 38C then I can consider myself swine flu’d but it doesn’t look like it’ll happen. Boo. Several of my colleagues have had it and it doesn’t sound so bad. I could do with a week to recuperate from, y’know, life.

See, having just written this my temperature will suddenly sky-rocket and when, later, word gets out about my unfortunate demise, somebody will point out that I kind of had it coming if I was going to hold up a red rag to fate and cry ‘bring on the swine flu’. On the internet.

So posting may well be light until the sneezing and wheezing abate…And if it stops all together? Well then there¬† is such thing as fate.

To do….

August 2, 2009

To do list

1) Sort my desk out

Mess

Mess

2) Sort my in-tray out (note that the cat has taken it upon herself to shred important documents. Securi-cat):

More mess

More mess

3) Sort out the debris of past obsessions:

Old mess

Old mess

4) Re-pot new obsession hobbies:

New mess

New mess

5) Sort life out

Me, messy

Me, messy

Er, yeah. I’ll let you know how I get on…