Monthly Archives: May, 2008
Reasons to love mindreader number 3
MindReader got a free Wii today, which he has brought round to my house, because he is charming. We – MindReader, MadFather and I – are playing Wii Golf, and in the midst of somewhat of a relapse (ALWAYS when I blog about getting better) it is almost as good as the real thing. MadFather …
But do remind me when I’m well to go to London
“You know what she said though?” I say to MindReader, ranting from my pillows. “What?” he says, looking slightly alarmed. “She said, I’m so envious of you watching TV whilst we all revise.” “Bloody hell,” MindReader says, knowing what I would have given to have sat these exams. “Ignore her.” “Hmm.” I scan my friends …
Conversations about mindreader
The message window pops up on my screen. “Hi,” K says. K is a girl I lived with in my first and second years of uni. “Wow,” I say, “long time no speak.” “Is it?” she says, and I see what’s happening immediately. “Been reading my blog?” I type, smirking. “Always!” she says. I pause. …
On blogging!
“That was AWFUL,” MadFather says, walking in the door and shaking rain drops off his head. “What happened?” I say from my bed on the sofa. “I sat in traffic for HOURS,” he says, “and then I got there LATE so the security people chased me around the supermarket asking when I was going to …
How to : please me
DoctorSister has made me a mound of pillows at the OTHER end of the sofa. This is so I do not expend any energy – you know, SITTING, because my body is not okay with that – whilst we are playing Pictionary. She throws the dice. “DoctorSister,” I say, “hold on. I need some analysing …
Huff
According to the Department for Work and Pensions, I have proven I am sick. Which is good. Apparently, I have not made enough national insurance contributions to be entitled to ANY money now, even though I am broke and too sick to work. Silly me; I got sick too soon in my life. Remind me …
Wherein I listen to my body, as ever
I tear open the letter from Jay Jay frantically, my eyes scanning the words on the page. “Diagnosis:” it reads, “post viral fatigue.” Well, we knew that I think, scanning the rest of his words. “I have assured the patient and her father that fatigue and exhaustion following a viral infection is common although frustrating …
This doesn’t mean you can stop sending birthday messages in the comments box below
“I am watching the abortion bill,” I say on the phone to MindReader. “Oh right?” he says. “Exciting.” And he probably means it, because he did a politics degree and can stay awake during The West Wing. “I don’t really understand it, though,” I say. “No?” “Who is the nose? And the eyes?” MindReader’s laughter …
My beautiful milanese watch
“Hi there, it’s Selfridges Swatch department here,” says the voice on my mobile. Finally, I think. My watch broke weeks ago and I was wondering if the watch had stayed in the rusty old drawer they’d put it in when MindReader dropped it off. “Hi,” I say. “How’s my watch?” “Have you got your order …
Dear Body [2]
I have given you 12 hours’ sleep last night. Multivitamins. So much fresh fruit and veg that I am now pooping MORE THAN ONCE A WEEK, iron tablets so said poops are black, and only one cup of coffee per day despite the withdrawal headaches. Now, acting on recent advice and despite MindReader SNORTING as …
