I have a Rheumatology appointment! 

Okay, so rather than 18 weeks between referral and appointment it will have been 10 months, but it's a step in the right direction!

Now just to hope for a swift diagnosis and the ability to go back to uni in September.

...

Okay, I'm not holding my breath either, but I can hope right?

Still no Rheumatology appointment...

Still no source of income...

Still no work or studying...

DLA tribunal next Friday, and I've just been told that I shouldn't have tried to do this without representation, and that the money from Anthony's parents should have been argued as a loan to keep us from being destitute rather than income despite what the Job Centre said...

More clunkiness, more feelings of ick, more use of cocodamol...

Well...crap...

Logical me: I know I'm frustrated, and I know I can't blame anyone- I don't really want to either- but currently I kinda feel like I want to scream. I can't do that, as there are kids downstairs, so I'll rant here instead.

Frustrated me's lesson of the day: if I ever want a bunk for a Unicorn parli, either be one of the first 6 players to book or don't even bother trying because after 5 and a half weeks of asking after player bunk #7 you'll just get told "no". I find it a bit odd that there would only be 6 player bunks (based on my experience) for the upcoming event, but I don't make the rules, I just get screwed by them on an increasingly regular basis.

Now to convince myself that the various lectures I'll get and the possibility of a repeat of winter parli '09 are worth the cost of going...

It has taken a week, but I finally received the new power supply for my laptop this morning- it works! All those things I tried to do last week but realised I couldn't as the documents were all saved on here can now be done...this may include backing up my C drive so I have copies of the stuff since May before last, as only my E drive is currently saved on a flatmate's 1Tb external hard drive...

But yes, ahem. Then there was the doctors. The overwhelming consensus is that my doctor in Leeds is useless and should be shot, and that I should be prescribed a steroid inhaler and get all the lovely extras of flu and swine flu jabs. The former has been received, the latter will have to wait until the vaccine is given to the university medical center. So, in theory, there should be a lot less dying from me- hurrah! The fact that my lungs are probably a lot worse off than they should be just because my old doctor never gave me an asthma check-up in 13 years to see if it would be helpful wasn't mentioned at all, heavens no...


Certain emails and fretting aside, I guess everything is pretty good. There is a darling fiancé whom I absolutely adore and love, there are awesome and supportive friends who I don't thank enough, and there is to be LARP. I even think that the Keen has decided to make a reappearance after it ran away at the Gathering, which would be brilliant.

*hugs and love* for everyone, methinks ^.^

Hmmm, given I signed up to the IoP through uni and told them my address as soon as I knew what it was going to be you'd think I'd hear about stuff for Scotland...

But no, my IoP emails are all about stuff in Yorkshire and the North East- so many things I'd like to help with and attend, not a single one I can afford to.

Incredibly annoying...

On another note, I managed maybe three days of being better before throwing up for a half hour this morning. Go me!

Gods damn all of you with better immune systems than me- I feel crap enough as it is, I don't need illnesses to help me along. And I have an EGM I have to chair on Sunday, isn't that going to be a bundle of laughs? And, you know, all the fecking work/assessments I have to catch up on, the MATLAB I have to learn whilst currently without a copy of the £50 student software, the tests I'm missing because of said ilnesses, the hassle I'm going to get from my mentor/lecturers/certain medical professionals when I see them...

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/rant

*cough*
Stupid Gamers politics, taking up most of my inbox.
*grumble* *cough*
I'm off back to bed, sleep is less stressful than mediating them and better for me. Well, mostly, if I can actually sleep properly...
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*cough*

2 x 500mg Paracetamol 4 times/day for another week, 1 x 250mg Amoxycillin 3 times/day for a week, 4 x 5mg Prednisolone for 5 days, 2 puffs on asthma inhaler every 4 hours for the next 2 weeks then ween off before having an appointment with the nurse with the possibility of new prescriptions of peak flow meter and steroid inhaler if I'm unlucky.

*many many hugs* for krystal_planet though. I won't be in uni or Gamers for the rest of the week, though Sunday is possible, so e-hugs will have to do until then hun.

Well, the flat is ill. We've decided we're the four Flatmates of the Apocalypse- I'm Death, Elliot is War, Drew is Famine and thedarkfae is Pestilence. Glitch was the Plague-Bringer and now seems immune.

On the serious side of things, I've developed a cough which makes my head rattle rather painfully every time it occurs and I'm having to use my inhaler every four hours. Guess who didn't venture into uni or Gamers today and who's poking the doctors tomorrow...

BLARGH!

Off back to reading now, the light from my laptop screen hurts, but I was bored and feel crap anyway so bleh.

So there was a weekend at "home". On my own...

Well, Thursday there was overwhelming questions of nonsense from grandad. Friday there was guilt-tripping in various forms, alcohol and karaoke. Saturday there was more guilt-tripping, the necessity of spending money, and going out getting very drunk with a fellow madpie resulting in an hour or so playing drunken Wii and being woken less than 3 hours after going to sleep on his couch by his daughter. Sunday there was recovering from Friday and Saturday, which unfortunately meant politely suffering a certain house member (not BB, dear gods never that...). Monday there was a collective "family" day (>.<). Tuesday there was coming back up here and yet more guilt-tripping. All the while, any time in the flat was filled with awkward moments and conversations with the alcoholic s.o.b. Three guesses who...

And LT put my race down wrong on my Gathering character card apparently- I'm not Human I'm Fey, purely because of plot too!

All while my darling boyfriend is having a wonderful time in Aus. Gods I'm jealous of him, but I miss him more.

I came back, and have just had a rather painful turn- all the stress of "being" okay and normal for the weekend relieving itself. Could have been worse, it could have happened while swimbling tomorrow...

And I missed the fun and games up here that I'd been looking forward too for a fair while. Not sure if it was worth it or not.

Ah well, back to poking the Conference Office and waiting for my Minion to return and suffer much glomping.

Oh, and less than two weeks until the arrival of Snotling dice! I've already been given 3 lots of membership money for 09/10 from people who wish for dice and certain card numbers. Fear the lure of the Snotling!

Until then, a good night is in order. Filled with sleep preferably.

Meeting with the Secretary of the University- very good, very quick, but looks like we should have support ^.^

The wearing of high heels- not so good, 3 blisters and a cut from about an hours' worth of walking. Not impressed, now wearing plasters on the offending areas >.<

Coming back to the flat- hugs were good, having a minion slip and fall on my back wasn't.

All in all, everything balances out.
Sleep now, merow...