ohm my god...

feeling better - the doc has let me come back to work for a couple days before i head to ibiza...that is if i don't relapse again...had a wibble earlier today so just took some more solpadol - 60mg of codeinies are great to make you feel good, lower the fever, and cement up the tummy! sooo good that i think i might need another one with my peppermint tea....as i've managed to actually eat some noodles and keep them down (for now).

also over lunch i've scored some cheapo red, orange, and pink yarn to make ohms while i'm sitting on the beach. will make a change from last year's jolly rogers.

'the honour roll of chariots of fire'

on the sofa watching the punk classic film repo man
damn emilio estevez used to be a cutie!
anyway - just notices one of the repo men sits at his desk and knits...
wish the knitting in film awards wasn't just for the year, that there were honorable mentions to the art or something, lol.

so reason i'm on the sofa tonight?
i've been sick sick sick sick worst scary sick i have ever been ever in my life.
got mastitis, from cellulitis, that seems to have happened when i caught stomach flu and got even more run down than i already was from stress and emotion and a bit of tattooing maybe - seems i just hadn't had a moment to breathe since i had flue before my stockholm trip, and guess it all caught up with me as everything shut down and by the time the isis (my daughter) took me to the doctor last friday my temperature was 44degrees (in eurotrash measurement).

that is the highest temp the doc had ever seen, so i guess i win!
and today is the first day i've not been stuck on the bed with all the windows open, laying round in my knickers with a cold cloth on my head and neck and another soaked in chamomile on my bosom for the mastitis...had to do something voodoo as the penicillin is taking its sweet time to kick in - altho it is good at enhancing the pukiness from my stomach flue.

so not made anything at all in the last week...
today is actually also the first day that i've even felt like reading or eating.
vampire porn and english strawberries make a good mix when not sleeping.
but i still lost the whole afternoon to slumber...just like everyday since last wednesday.
i know i've not slept so much in my life, but guess i need to in case the doc says it's still okay for me to go to ibiza next week!

ufo's of the heart

i got home from a hospital appointment this evening to find my lovely daughter here which is nice...but i also came home to the realisation that i now have ufo's all over my house! how did this happen? well, i know how it happened - i ran out of toy stuffing and my engagement has been called off. so my coffee table is strewn with celestian stars that are all 99% done and need to be stuffed and a bag of mario piranha plants and daleks behind the sofa that also need padding out.

then there is the big box of skull and crossbone afghan squares that all need evening up...
but this project somehow turned into a moving in present for the fiance because i was basing the colours on him bringing his oxblood chesterfield (yes posh schoolboy) along with him. now i don't know if i just continue to finish it for me, or break it up into bits to make a blanket for my niece rosie, or what. the yarn is much to good to make into a dog blanket for the ibiza tattoo shop or to yarnbomb as jolly roger flags.

sigh.

i hate that things have gotten so messed up.
how did it all spiral so far out of control?
i speak to him and he says he is as miserable as i am...
SO WHY CAN WE NOT JUST FUCKING FIX IT

sorry - i'm upset and frustrated and no amount of young sexy tattooed swedish rock gods is going to shake me out of it. even if they did crochet it just would not be the same!