Dear Friend,
Candlelit baths are romantic.
Cuddles in candlelit baths are romantic.
Kisses in candlelit baths are romantic.
Smooth jazz to accompany kisses and cuddles in candlelit baths is romantic.
Cleaning up all the spilled wax after is not.
Note to self: Invent wax candles that never spill AND/OR easy-clean wax.
Ciao
xxx
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Thursday, 26 August 2010
Night Shift
Dear Friend,
So, it's 3.22am and I'm at work, which in itself isn't the worst thing in the world - it is a nightshift after all. The staff are nice, the patients are co-operative (mostly) but there are many reasons why it is crap:
It's fine though, because according to the nurse I'm on with, I'm a fruit loop.
She just corrected me: "bonkers". Same difference.
Nighty-ho!
x
So, it's 3.22am and I'm at work, which in itself isn't the worst thing in the world - it is a nightshift after all. The staff are nice, the patients are co-operative (mostly) but there are many reasons why it is crap:
- I am tired.
- I am ill, but at work anyway because I'm poor and need the money.
- I am tired.
- I probably have bronchitis and cannot breathe.
- I am tired.
- Covonia tastes like bile.
- I am tired.
- It is only 3.22am (as I said above), I'm on first break and so have have them all, and the though that I still have about 4 hours to go (without a cigarette makes me want to cry).
- I am tired.
- Daniel is home (yay) and is out tonight (yay) but because of a misunderstanding, I am working (nay!).
- I am tired.
- Pokémon is not keeping me amused anymore.
- I am tired.
- It is FREEZING even with a cardigan on.
- I am tired.
It's fine though, because according to the nurse I'm on with, I'm a fruit loop.
She just corrected me: "bonkers". Same difference.
Nighty-ho!
x
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
"Thank you for not participating in unprotected anal intercourse. But stop smoking."
Dear Friend,
Firstly, you might be wondering I'm addressing you as friend, and if I'm quite honest it's a stupid reason. Basically, I started a new diary once just after reading 'Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky and became obsessed with the idea of calling a diary 'friend'. Though the situation of the novel was different, it seemed appropriate: what do you call something that you can share all your innermost thoughts and feeling with without fear of judgement or chastisement? A friend. It's silly, yes, but it's a sort of blog tradition for me now. So secondly, I will keep calling you friend and you will frankly like it. Or else I will delete your google ass from the ether. Ya hear?!
Day 1 of 4 with Daniel in Slovenia.
As if the rain, lonliness, GUM clinic and cold at night weren't bad enough while he was gone, just before he lleft Daniel decided to become a spectacular incubus of viral plague; a status he decided to share this fabulous identity with me, leaving me riddled with rhinoviral disease and feeling like shit. I hope he's at least having a wonderful time there (from caralibro (injoke from Madrid) I am assuming so) to counteract my misery. Oh, wonderful. I just got a phonecall from work to do a 13hour nightshift in an MS/Huntington's disease ward tonight. Could it get ANY worse? Why yes, we don't have any food and I cannot roll smokable cigarettes from the tobacco I have.
Pokémon in the Gum Clinic
So, the GUM clinic is scary - we all know that. However, what few people know is that is is perhaps the best place ever to have a nervous laugh with your best friend. While I sat, clutching my coffee and shaking in the waiting room, Leia brandished a Nintendo DS in my face, commanding that I pwn the world with her stolen games. This I did, and we managed to get a few lols from it:
"Blissey should just fuck off and die. Honestly."
"Sean! Please! Fainted"
"What the hell - did you see that move animation? That was more a sexual invitation than a normal move - come catch my chlamydia!"
The stuff itself wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be though - perhaps in the past I've been too nervous. Blood tests which the doctor incompetently couldn't do properly because she went THROUGH my vein, but through my gritting of teeth and almost-fainting she managed to get enough blood. Then onto the grotesque swabs from various places including the throat. Ew. How dignified.
Almost as Dignified as Leia's doctor who used a TOO BIG speculum and almost killed her, then peered up there with about 5 medical students who all exclaimed excitedly, "Oooh! It seems that your cervix deviates to the left!!!" All in all we didn't have it too bad as it could have been in there, some people I know have fainted before. The lovely doctor I got shook my hand and said as I left, "Thank you for not participating in unprotected anal intercourse. But stop smoking."
I was slightly speechless.
After, Leia and I decided to commiserate the experience with Rosé and Mini-cheddars (Now with MORE cheese!! - they keep saying that... soon we're going to have half of the dairy produce of europe in there) on some steps near the brass monkey, smoking like chimneys and having a laugh.
Hasta luego, mi amigo. Me tengo que ir a cocinar. Work tonight... my soul is dying at the mere thought.
xxx
P.S. Do you think that anything in the courier font looks 34% more boring? Douglas Coupland does and I kind of agree...
Firstly, you might be wondering I'm addressing you as friend, and if I'm quite honest it's a stupid reason. Basically, I started a new diary once just after reading 'Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky and became obsessed with the idea of calling a diary 'friend'. Though the situation of the novel was different, it seemed appropriate: what do you call something that you can share all your innermost thoughts and feeling with without fear of judgement or chastisement? A friend. It's silly, yes, but it's a sort of blog tradition for me now. So secondly, I will keep calling you friend and you will frankly like it. Or else I will delete your google ass from the ether. Ya hear?!
Day 1 of 4 with Daniel in Slovenia.
As if the rain, lonliness, GUM clinic and cold at night weren't bad enough while he was gone, just before he lleft Daniel decided to become a spectacular incubus of viral plague; a status he decided to share this fabulous identity with me, leaving me riddled with rhinoviral disease and feeling like shit. I hope he's at least having a wonderful time there (from caralibro (injoke from Madrid) I am assuming so) to counteract my misery. Oh, wonderful. I just got a phonecall from work to do a 13hour nightshift in an MS/Huntington's disease ward tonight. Could it get ANY worse? Why yes, we don't have any food and I cannot roll smokable cigarettes from the tobacco I have.
Pokémon in the Gum Clinic
So, the GUM clinic is scary - we all know that. However, what few people know is that is is perhaps the best place ever to have a nervous laugh with your best friend. While I sat, clutching my coffee and shaking in the waiting room, Leia brandished a Nintendo DS in my face, commanding that I pwn the world with her stolen games. This I did, and we managed to get a few lols from it:
"Blissey should just fuck off and die. Honestly."
"Sean! Please! Fainted"
"What the hell - did you see that move animation? That was more a sexual invitation than a normal move - come catch my chlamydia!"
The stuff itself wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be though - perhaps in the past I've been too nervous. Blood tests which the doctor incompetently couldn't do properly because she went THROUGH my vein, but through my gritting of teeth and almost-fainting she managed to get enough blood. Then onto the grotesque swabs from various places including the throat. Ew. How dignified.
Almost as Dignified as Leia's doctor who used a TOO BIG speculum and almost killed her, then peered up there with about 5 medical students who all exclaimed excitedly, "Oooh! It seems that your cervix deviates to the left!!!" All in all we didn't have it too bad as it could have been in there, some people I know have fainted before. The lovely doctor I got shook my hand and said as I left, "Thank you for not participating in unprotected anal intercourse. But stop smoking."
I was slightly speechless.
After, Leia and I decided to commiserate the experience with Rosé and Mini-cheddars (Now with MORE cheese!! - they keep saying that... soon we're going to have half of the dairy produce of europe in there) on some steps near the brass monkey, smoking like chimneys and having a laugh.
Hasta luego, mi amigo. Me tengo que ir a cocinar. Work tonight... my soul is dying at the mere thought.
xxx
P.S. Do you think that anything in the courier font looks 34% more boring? Douglas Coupland does and I kind of agree...
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