One night in Cancer and the tough guys tumble

Good evening guys and dolls!

Before I say anything I need to rant about blogger and how gay it is. I can't seem to upload any photos and I haven't been able to for ages and it's really smelly and annoying and whywhywhy. I am saving them all for a massive photo based post at some point in the future when blogger pulls it's big stupid socks up and lets me continue taking over the world with cancer. Bah. I am attempting to attach one photo to this post, but it'll fail and all will be rubbish. If you cann see a picture of my lying on the floor then consider it a massive success. Qwertyqwerty!!!

But anyway, there has been lots going on since my last post which seems like a thousand years ago. No less than two hospital visits have occured since then, one to day ward and one to clinic. All way madness last Friday in day ward as everyone appeared to be on holiday and the glue that holds sanity together had melted and was leaking all over the floor. I was lucky to be even there at all, as the medicar to take me to hospital has turned up a whole day early (yeah, I was in bed on Wednesday and a driver came for me, at least I presume he was a day early, he could have been a week late and that would solve the mystery of where last week's driver went), I did some investigating but my detective skills were fruitless. There's someone in the medicar centre with a grudge against me, I know it, I just need to find out who... :ninja:

Then today I was at Snowden's clinic, it was very exciting because he was wearing a lovely stripey shirt that I very much approved of. It also went with my cardigan, we made the best matching doctor-patient pair I've ever seen :D He phoned up the blood test people and got a bit annoyed that they hadn't bothered to do my chimerism test and said I would really quite like to know it which is true because if I'm cured I intend upon having a bacon sandwich or ten. Other than that there wasn't much to be said, as usual my body is being both slow and boring. In day ward weekly for a while, should be fun as long as Yusef gets back from his holidays soon. I miss him a lot and I need my regular dose of Libyan fun. Without him the day ward operates like a hamster in a ball.

I'm currently feeling rather rotten (physically that is, I'm actually rather jolly, fune times are being had and in 10 days I go on HOLIDAY WOOOOO even though it's not a proper holiday it's the nearest I'm going to get and I might get to visit a hospital for a fun day trip because I like hospital spotting like transpotters like trains and wooo three days at the beach), not in the pain sense (although my legs are somewhat angry) but in the beyond-tired-I'm-destroyed sense. I've been really silly these past couple of weeks and done far much more than I should have and it's really not done me very much good at all. Apart from it has because my joints need moving or they'll rust. Rusty rust rust. They're beyond rust, they're fucking dust. I can't win, I stay in and go mad in the head, or I try and go out and go mad in the leg...

I need to remove the tape holding the cotton wool to my blood-got-stolen hole. Ow ow ow. Far worse than bone marrows, it's like peeling off your own skin, I swear. I'm such a fucking tape wimp. People say to just rip it off, but they're lying. Slow and steady and excruciating wins the race :D

I should be off. I'll write a more exciting post with photos in the next couple of days :)

Stanzistan xXx