h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

when my Brother gets here, soon. I will behave; I'm on my liquid limited intake thinggy anyhow.
But. sod it.
I'm going to have half a pint of some not overly strong beer, and hopefully a pub meal, involving chips, and perhaps burgers. . . . I think I deserve it

If... of course... he ever bluddy gets here.... bedding dry, must turn matress, make up bed. towels gone into dry, clothes still in washing machine

I can only hope that only *some* of your clothes were in your washing machine - otherwise an excellent method of scaring off your brother!

Nah, since he hasn't been scared off already I think 2legs is in the clear

Clothes are the least of worrys.... in that* regard.... the array ... large array of various impliments hanging up on my bedroom wardrobe may be quite significent.... and.... I've given worrying about such things, and trying to 'hide them away' years ago; figureing most people have such low opinions of me to start with anyhow
and.... afterall.... conversations Brother and I have, don't really leave much unspoken... in some regards... I believe we were talking about interenational chastity day, when he was here, yesterday... (which, from memory; bare in my mind is knackered ATM esp short term), international chastitty day... is... I think.... feb 15th... really.... unless I've misremembered it

for remembering us, love

mixture of just finding the time and energy to post on here, at the moment between medication and suhlike making me tried, and my brain opperating very slow at the moment, and getting late day on phones, indeed, as I did today, saying the results of some blood test I'm not even sure what they were ing talking about turning up adn demonstrating I've some disease now, of my err adrenalina glads (not cancer), sort of autoimmune/endochrine, possibly had it for years, which may explain my low sodi8um levels. err... sadly my brain now won't let me recall what name they said.... ad.... adkinsons... nope... atkints.... nope... oh... I an't damnt remember. so tired. can't sleep.
had to do mad dash with lodger to GP, to arrive before they closed, to get prescripotion for ... err... forgotten... really common steroid... glucocoitaroid I think* assume I'll also get appointment with endochrime dept at hospital at some point.
couldn't cash in script tonight, didn't have any, in pharamacy next to GP, nor at bigger, nearby one at Asda; will try pick it up, tomorrow morning with William in largest nearby pharmacys (superdrug, and boots I think).
failing which shall have to submit it somewehre where they will promise on pain of me hitting them very hard, to have script ready by MOnday.

not, for future refernce, remember not be to be ill at weekend. the NHS closes. in the UK.

asides that... just generally feel really rather and doh> and right now. about to demand William's residence at mine for the next few days. ; sadly.... of all impossibilitys not really for any fun, as I seem to have (I hope temporarally), misplaced my lbedio err... I can't even spell that word... labido? oh, ok, I can spell it eventuallty....

I know... I should probably do another journal entry thinggy. but I@m too damn tired. going to phone William and then maybe DQ. I think. and quite possibly have a phone as well as demaning willian packs a bag with a few things, so he can stay at mine for some days, from tomorrow...

oh 2legs! I am so sorry to hear this too, on top of everything. I am glad William is on his way round.

Hope you feel a bit better tomorrow and the docs all sort what you need.

and stupid NHS. Got to blame something...

I seem to have found a quick cure, for waht I was thinking was a chemo side-affect; my balance (when sober I might add), was seriously dodgy the last few days... turns out not to be chemo side affect afterall... damn e ear, just needed cleaning a bit (well, actually not yk; just needed apparently to do the blowing my nose to clear pressure down in ear, thing, to suddently get stero hering back, and ... that seems to have mainly culred the balance issue.

also... my worry of possibly feeling sick, on eating, is making me not eat... wehn I do... I seem.... as William puts it, to have a quite decent appertitite, and feel a lot better, for then having eaten... I did* however, not have a beer in the pub, lunchtime today

oh 2legs, it never rains but it pours eh? I'm here and I'm thinking about you.

Oh... rubbish... its just starting to get fun... what next... a disease so bizare and strange, they'll have no open, otter than to name it after me.... first hodgkin's lymphoma, now this addison's disease (Adrenil gland thing, may be causing solium screw up in my blood), next... yeh... just 2legs disease! must think about making some dinner soon, for William and I... not cooked anything proper in ages and ages... so I just hope William survives my getting funky with some chicken n spices... and maybe basmati.... or playing it safer... perhaps, and just going for chicken and mushroom risotto (aborio rice of course)... or... just going slightly made and inventing a new dish

We had pizza from Tesco's for dinner. Bump's due date is tomorrow so I think I'm allowed to not be bothered cooking!

We went to gorgeous Chinese downstairs. and I bought William a meal... which he managed to pay for before I could pay... damnit! luckily... its a Chinese resturant, really for chinese people... they luckily don't go in for 'valentines' which was good as neither William or I really want that overcommercial .... thing

beddies time I recon now... Think I've taken enough medication for one day...

From reading your posts for the last decade, I'm sure William loved your risotto. You've had so much practice I every time you mention making a new batch.




By the way, my only regret from my trip last year was not sitting and talking with you.

I think I may make the risotto tonight... William always clames to make it... and I've made it sufficiently hundreds of times over the year, I don't think I could* actually screw if i up, if I tried

Now... though... the question is:

I've been awake, and up about an hour... or so I think... William doesn't appear to be awake....
If I went and awoke him... and basically said, "please..... please.... go next door, after I've found some 'Right' drugs to take', and please, please buy me bacon and beggs for breackfast"....

is that just way way way too self-centered a thing to do... I just am feeling so unlike braving either walking out to the shop nextdoor for a pack of medioka bacon, and box of decent eggs... and... also... not quite recall which if any drugs I'm ment to take yet

that is* a valad excuss isn't it... to wake ones loveed one up, to deman eggs and bacon for breckfast... isn't it?

yes, if you're feeling too wobbly to go outside.

Have you got a pill box, with sections for times of day and days of the week to help you organise which tablets to take at the correct time? I think I might get one for me, as sometimes I can't remember whether I took my medication or not....

Got new drugs yesterday:

ew steroids, (err, d???? something; basically hydrocortisol I think), and actually, that means, as most of the post-chemo drugs have finished; I now just have these tablets, for the addinsons, plus, the boloenger champaign tablets (OK, they're not really champaign/bolinger tablets... but that's what I'm calling them as I can't prounce their proper mae very closely) and worked out thes morning, I can actually just taken them both, basically each three times a aday, at* the same time (I didn't think at first could take at same time of day; I think I can handle this!).

I could* have made it nextdoor, for basic bottle of milk, eggs and bacon for certial and fry-up, on my own... I think... but... actually I was more worried about the high risk of my just automatically asking the guy at the country for cigas, if I went in on my own... not on purpose... honest!; just instinct!

I got a nice response anyhow, on gently waking him up... then I made him coffee... I think we'll walk nextdoor (it really is nextdoor my front door basically to the sell-nearly everything decent little corner shop not actually on the corner) how lazy... of me... I know!

with all the strange food cravings I've had the last day.... I'm now expecting yet another, unexpected phonecall from addinbrooks, to tell me I'm pregnancy.... as well... as lymphoma and addinsons

I think I can handle cooking my own breakfastfast today, mind.... for apauling typing here... I think* it may be even worse than my useual efforts damn brain still needing... something.... (cigarettes probably; err... you didn't hear me say that did you? )

I have a wonderful set of pill cases, with slots for different times of the day (I'm not so complicated, with just morning and evening)

However...I'm terrible at filling it up, so I generally start after each holiday with 2 weeks of cases then revert to just from the packaging directly

I've figured out, I can combine teh two tablet tyupes I need to take, time wise, to make like for taking the tabs easier. but this does mean some tight meal times during the day (think the steroids are gona make me fat.... or at least very* damn hungry).

talking of which... it may be time for the pub... just for food... honest... again... soon... and maybe a guinesss,,, which is food anyhow, really...