I hear you calling and it's needles and pins...

Evening dolls and guys and frogs and flies.

This is going to have to be a fast one (ooo, yeah, I'm pulling a fast one on yer duck) because I keep falling asleep at random moments. I did so today in the middle of my steak sandwich, what a disaster that was. What better way to mourn/celebrate/remember (not sure what the correct word is for the sorrowful smile of general missing) a year since Jamie's than covering myself in butter and gravy.

I also spent a good ten minutes performing surgery on myself today. This is what the government cutbacks have really come to (damn you Cameroooooooon. Cameron. Not Cameroon. I don't mind Cameroon, I mean, they cope with being a bit French!)... Nah, it's just me being a general health bomb site. You all know how walking is a bit of an issue, being rather painful and whatnot, and you also all know how I'm a bit of a stubborn little madam so I continue to keep walking lots anyway and how every now and then my legs just say "Well, bugger you Constanze, we're going on STRIKEEEEE" and I have some form of legs-giving-way accident and everything hurts that little bit extra for a week? Ahem. That may possibly be the case right now... Yesterday I swapped some of my flesh for a piece of gravel embdeed in my knee. It's like a piercing, only cooler. I can only presume you're all logging off excitedly and rushing off to the garden centre right now.

Three days of appointments in a row this week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. There will be news and updates as to skin, hormones and teeth. Hoping they won't take another biopsy of my gvh rash, I've already lost a large chunk to Chesterfield bus station's zebra crossing...

That's right leukaemia, you're poison running through my veins. Who needs medical advances when you have Alice Cooper to diagnose you?

Must leave you now. I'm highly concerned that my left arm is about to drop off, I need some sellotape.

Laters gaters. More news soon.

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