Stocking In The Port

I'm alive! Everyone seems to think I've died or something because I haven't been online for a while (this is one of the downsides of the cancer thing, unless you chirp on constantly people think you've snuffed it, whoops) but I am back and I am here and all is cool. Lots and lots and quadruple millionzzz of things have happened in the past few days; I'm in my new flat (hence the lack of internet while they swapped it over), I've started my new job and I'm on some new tablets. And probably some other things too but I'm too tired to remember them. Or where I am. Or who I am. Or what I'm writing? Who's got cancer? Me? Bother.

But yes, I now write to you from the glamorous town of Stockport in my beautiful flat that has absolutely no furniture. I feel like a squatter, it's amazing. I think I've mentioned before that it's in an old cotton mill/hat factory and if I could I'd marry it and have its cold, double glazing-less babies. It's so chilly and nice, I can pretend I'm in Russia very easily and it's like I never got ill and managed to emigrate after all! And as for the job... Well, it's fun but my lord my body has had some trouble adjusting. The big one is (surprisingly enough) the tiredness. I find it so hard to concentrate because I'm so damn bloody tired. All the damn bloody time. As always, we shall see.

In terms of my other health I'm not too bad. My left eye has been very naughty today, it looks like someone went over it with a lawnmower but hopefully some nice sleep will sort that out. And as for my new tablets... One of my doctors just phoned me up one day and said "well, I've been thinking, I know how you're a goth and hide from the sun and all that, I was thinking, hmm, I fancy giving you some vitamin D tablets" Yay? I guess at least it's nice that they think of me? They are quite exciting tablets though, you suck them! It feels so wrong. Tablets are for swallowing. Everything I've ever learnt about tablet taking has gone out of the window. I also had to cancel my physio sessions for my legs because they're in Sheffield and I simply can't take half a day off work every single week; I might try and rebook something in Stockport, we'll see. It's mysterious and chaotic times with an emphasis on CHAOSSSSSS. I like chaos. You should see my flat.

It's now my second and final bedtime of the day (I had an accidental nap earlier). Oh, my kingdom for 16 hours in bed but alas my furniture is being delivered tomorow at a mystery surprise time and knowing my luck they'll knock as soon as I slumber. I must be a meerkat. Meerkaturday.

Constanze :) xXxXx