Swollen Pineapple

Goooooooood evening folks :) I am a happy bunny right now because my face is NORMAL AGAIN. This morning I woke up with an extrememly swollen upper right lip. By lunchtime it was gone. BUT. But. But but but. By evening my lower left lip was being mental! It's finally starting to go down now but these facial swellings are awfully peculiar. Every time it happens I promise myself that I'll go to hospital next time. And then that time comes and I'm really comfy on the sofa and I'm usually eating a particularly delicious yogurt and the face my face has doubled in size promptly slides down my priority list. I think it's actually fear. Fear that I'm allergic to a food that I really love. Fear that I'm allergic to something amazing like pepper or onions. But I will sort it out! I promise, I like being alive and stuff. And anyway, even if I'm allergic to something it doesn't guarantee I'll stop eating it, just look at how poorly pineapples make me and I stil guzzle them like a trooper... There really is something very wrong with me and I'm not talking about the cancer!

In other news I've found the flat of my dreams and want to move there RIGHT NOW. One small problem though, the company that rents it is on holiday until the 2nd. Waaaa. I love this flat and I haven't even seen it yet. I also can't sort out all my you-have-cancer-so-you-shouldn't-work-you-hit-your-head-on-a-fence-because-you-walked-up-a-small-incline-too-quickly-but-you-like-stamps malarkey until I know if I have a roof over my head so waaaaaaa. I just realised that this paragraph doesn't make sense because I didn't mention at the start of it that I've decided that I will have a go at the stamp job thing which means I have to move and stuff. Which is cool. If they've rented this flat I will be distraught. It has so many amazing features. So many that I need to make a list to fully convey the array of stupendous wonders. IT IS:

* In an old factory with a giant chimney. As you may already know I am an absolute lunatic for anything industrial architecture so this makes me so joyful that I cry inside.
*In the same building as a museum. A MUSEUM.
*Next door to the bus station and 5 minutes from the train station. My dreams of never owning a car shall come true!
*In a lovely scummy Northern town.

We won't talk about the fact it's on the 6th floor though. I can walk. I have no walking impediment whatsoever. I can run and skip and jump and have won several Olympic gold medals... Oh bother, you know me, I have legs like dead weights. If the lift ever breaks down I am completely and utterly butterly buggered. But that won't matter because I'll be stranded in a fucking hat factory. Another amazing cancer benefit!

As always I should very much be asleep. I don't dare fall asleep lest I wake up tomorow resembling a marshmallow. Night night :)

Constanze :) xXxXx

P.s I should probably mention that I had reasonable Christmas; santa got me an engineering toy and lots of money. Which I spent a small quantity of on shoes that look like bricks and skirts that make my lovely gigantic arse visible from space :)

P.p.s I have done something to a tendon in my ankle. Tendinitisextremis. I would really like someone to come and massage it better but if I write that it sounds awfully kinky and this isn't that sort of blog. But if you're relatively hygenic and have nothing better to do then please do come and make my ankle work because ankles are useful and I like my ankle and my ankle doesn't like me :(

P.p.p.s It's nearly next year! Time for resolutions and all that jazz, I think mine are the usual combination of aiming to not die, eat more and start more fires. Maybe become a highwaywoman. I never was very good at sensible life decisions, do everything the crazy flammable way! If it aint flaming, ignite it!