Okay then

Will keep blog going. Just comment every once in a while so I know its still in readership.

Diet not going well, am still complete pie. Have lost 4lbs, which sucks. Given my relatively HYUGE size would have thought would lose more than 4lbs in a fortnight. Screw this, I'm going back to Cambridge.

I feel today in town outside Watt Brothers. Legs akimbo, bags flying everywhere, jeans soaked and mucky. Had to be helped up by a pensioner, oh the SHAME. I'm alright though. Skint knee I think but nothing more major than that.

In a moment to madness bought myself that Durex Play "O". Its a gel designed to make you have a "happy ending" if you get my drift. Instructions are to "take a pea sized amount and apply to your 'intimate' areas". Result? Makes your swimsuit area feel like its on fire. Not recommended.

Signed up for the Race for Life. I'm going to run it this year. No walking and want to complete it in 30 minutes or less. Have to start training this week, but feeling cautiously optimistic.

Thats pretty much it really. Oh No fortune teller. You ready? Key points as below.

• Will qualify as nurse, working in theatre or gynaecology
• Will have torrid affair
• Will have trial seperation from husband, during which I will have yet another torrid affair
• Will have children, although not necessarily with husband
• May regret leaving husband if I don't go back, as will never love another man the way I love him
• Will leave husband to re-establish and save self identity. Re-establish person
• If staying with husband it will be because I change expectations of life and die a little inside.
  

There you go!

Probably the (2nd) last post on this blog

I feel nobody really reads or comments on it.

This is not a toys out of the pram moment, just that I have to reprioritise my time, and of this is one area that nobody is really bothering about, it can probably go.

If you want it to stay then fair enought, but let me know. I don't mind updating it if its being read, but not if I'm just wottering to cyberspace moaning. I have my other blog for that.

Oh which reminds me, will post later about Paisley fortune teller. Spooky shit. VERY accurate.

Ignore the below post

Turns out I'm just a raging hormonal moo.

In other news. The placements are in. First placement?

I'm going for a 5 week stint in INTENSIVE CARE!

Quite excited actually.

I fail at life

Like, no really I do.

1. I can't seem to shift this weight because I can't stick to a diet for more than 4 days
2. I'm always hungry
3. Me and husband just seem to spark off each other the wrong way
4. I am a pariah. "Friends" who arrange to meet me and then continually canel. Fuck you then.
5. I'm at the stage of thinking "Fuck it, I'll just stay this size and avoid full length mirrors from now on"
6. I think my face is saggy

So. I'm fat, ugly and an all round general failure. Oh yeah, I'm such a catch.

Tonight Matthew, I'm going to be...

A dinner lady!

Thats what my Temp Agency dispatched me to. I thought I was waitressing, I was actually a dinner lady.

Do you know what? It was fucking brilliant.

FOXY Bingo

You get a £20 free sign up bonus - this means no money deposited. So if you fancy a wee game of bingo online have a look at this. My balance is now sitting at £63 in credit. I did play in another £20, but this still means that I am currently £43 up. Whoo!

I am so tired at the moment. Away to doctors for blood tests tomorrow based on my stabbing abdominal pain for no apparent reason. That and I'm shattered most of the time. I know that uni is hard going but Jesus, I could sleep for 10-12 hours easily if left alone. Every day.

So would you like to play blood test lottery? Doc has mention the following tests, ESR (Erithrocyte Sedimentation Rate, an inflammation marker), Thyroid, LFT (Liver Function Test) Glucose test, FBC (Full Blood Count anemia testing really), urinalysis, for glucose, ketones, protein, blood and HCG (Pregnancy test). So will results show:

Anaemia (Iron deficiency)
Pregnancy (already checked its a no)
Hypothyroid (underactive thyroid)
Urinary Tract Infection
Raised Glucose so possible diabetes
Inflammation
NOTHING?
SOMETHING ELSE?

In other uni news, the coursework is really ramping up. Have to now sit and organise my notrs for Scotland big killers, Cardiovascular disease, Cerebrovascular disease, diabetes, Stroke, liver disease and respiratory disease into:

Definition
Clinical features
Pathophysiology
Medical Management
Nursing Care
Lifestyle management etc

For them all and remember them under exam conditions. The exam which is in the middle of placement. No pressure then.

Decleration of intent.

For the rest of March, this is my new household mantra.

FUCK YOU. I'M ON STRIKE.

This applies to everything. Cooking, cleaning, phoning his relatives, sex. The whole fucking shebang.

Screw it. I've had it.

Holy shit, I'm tired

Uni going alright - loads of studying, homework and presentations. Utterly knacked. Seriously.

Driving going alright - test date moved back a bit because I have regressed, for some strange reason.

Weight - not going well. Lost 3lbs, put it all back on again. Keep getting a really sore stomach pretty much all the time when eating most foods. Toast, cereal and cake do not seem to annoy it. Everything else seems to.

House is an utter riot and needs redecorated, so guess what I'm doing next good stretch off uni?

Life sucks guys. Seriously. Feel like I am on a carosel of boring boring stuff