Things that are worse than cancer...

(I really need to stop this. Reacting to seemingly trivial things and calling them worse than cancer...)

Today tradgedy struck. Here's the story, people of a nervous or OCDish disposition should look away...

My laptop was full. I got an external hard drive. I moved all 3000 of my songs onto it.

Then, I went onto Windows Media Player.

I HAD LOST ALL MY PLAY COUNTS.

Every single one... All reset to zero... All I can remember of my past joys is that I had played 'Head over Heels' by INXS 42 times. Nothing more. My valued record of musical tastes has been destroyed. Forever.

I am not the only person to have had to live through this. Marc Stapleton had to cope with a similar pain just a few short months ago...

*interrupts self*

Oh god, ssh Constanze. Remember, you are battling cancer, not OCD. Tell the people about the LEUKAEMIA. Leukaemia! Ah, I am getting so good at spelling it right. Still can't say Myloid. My-Loid. Is it even myloid? Now I am confused. Anyone know what disease I have? Good work Constanze, forget what life threateneing disease you have... Ssh, I've been awake for ages and my crisp sandwich is distracting me and Top Gear's on and my pants are annoying me... Not my fault.

So, early one morning while I was being a person of sleep, we got a phone call informing me that as my white blood cell counts are so low I must have daily injections of some random drug... Which means the local nurse has to come to my house. Every day. Which means I have to be home. Every day. And this is for an indefinite amout of time. Annoying stuff. They've only given me a week's worth of needles, so fingers crossed... But knowing my luck, they shall be injecting me till the ends of the Earth...

More excitingly, I am consuming many many meat products. Today my wonderful gran cooked steak AND sausages for lunch. This overexcited me. There's nothing like a variety of cooked animals to cure some dodgy blood. That's science, that. Ah, how I miss physics. Another extra years before I can become the Bestest Ever Ever Medical Physicist. All I want to do it integrate. I even miss Yassin's classical mechanics...

Tomorow I am going GP bothering, and to set up my injections. And to ask about where my period went... I do not want to lose my accolade. Need. Accolade. Also, my right breast is covered in dark chocolate, for those of you who fantasise about such things... This was not done on purpose, it would appear I am unaware of where my mouth is. Yay!

Anyway, I need a wash. I feel dirty. I wish to smell more like Japanese Cherry Blossom and less like unkempt... I shall post soon. Promise.

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