Back to normality, possibly?

So, no progression of the disease, without a doubt the most positive result of them all.

The journey is always stressful, a long and draining voyage in to the big smoke with little positively memories apart from getting home and feeling safe.  I decided that after this trip we would go up on the coach as it is cheaper and it seems a lot more straight forward then going up on the train.  I know I like trains and all that, but I cannot justify spending all that money for an experience similar to going on a coach.  When we finally arrived we found that the tube services had been suspended so we had to get taxi’s too the hospital and back again.  The RMT strikes again

The scan was routine, and then the long painfully stressful game of waiting around to be told that it is either good or bad.

The appointment was an hour late, waiting for the results to be produced and then we saw a nice Doctor called Anna Montes who had a very French accent which was comforting to listen to.  On the crest of positivity we sailed out of the hospital, well, we got lost and then worked out where the exit was and escaped.

We got back to Paddington, through Hyde Park and via the interesting one way systems, and after a short wait back on the train.  First Great Western have refurbished most of their rolling stock which is good, but after replacing the comfy squashy seats for new airline style, hard, nasty, plastic ones I felt very uncomfortable with my pounding headache and no legroom.

Anyway, I am home.  I went to work and felt frustrated that I didn’t have a better job (as usual) and got on with normality and concentrating on being normal

Scan

So tomorrow, its the scan and what a cocophony of emotions and feelings.  Mainly anxiety over what might be, or what they might say.  Praying for no change, although either it’s win/win as they’ll treat me if it has grown and if it hasn’t grown I can carry on regardless.
I am looking forward to the journey up there, maybe not the journey back but the whole thing is really quite stressful.  Once treatment starts I am going to have to come up with some solution of how to get up and back every week for three weeks, financially I can claim assistance with travel but the stress of the whole situation is not something that I am happy with.
Next time we go up, beit sooner of later depending on the results, we’re going by coach.  It’s an option to explore and even if it ends up being worse then the train, it is going to be significantly cheaper.

My other option is to have treatment in Exeter, using simple tried and tested treatments that are relatively effective but with side effects.  Less stress but really not what I want, I want to know that the treatment that I am getting is the best that I can receive and if that means going up and down to and from London then so be it.  Nothing against the staff down here at Yeo and Cherrybrook wards, but its a personal decision.

I will stop caring eventually, I will stop moaning and worrying and caring about such trivialities and soon realise the most important thing is to be happy with whatever decisions I have made. That is the most important thing.  Being happy is the most important thing.

Princesshay, Capitalism, and Andy Peters’ view on Global Warming

Well I am going to be replaced, it is official. There is a large machine that can function about as efficiently as me, as temprementally as me, and with some coersion it can even make cups of tea. I wish.
I am, however, going back to where I came from in Bishop Blackall next week to assist with the HLC’s total lack of staff. The hours have been mostly soaked up, but it is at times like these when we really pull our socks up and stand beside our fellow colleagues, together we stand divided we fall etc.

Thursday is closer, I am worrying more, shouldn’t but I am.

So after two years and much building and speculation from pretty much everyone, the new Princesshay development has finally opened. Albeit with half the shops still shut and more pretentious names for the pretentious invasion of Exeter from other pretentious parts of the world. As I wandered around, moving people from my path with my laser glare and my unstoppable sister, I felt quite out of place within my own city. It was not Exeter, it was a sort of bastardised vision of Exeter fused with London and parts of Bristol. More chain names and franchises.

I am not uncultured and my tastes are fine and I can appreciate good design and class. But this is within the rational boundaries of human decency that stop when a handbag costs more then six months worth of shopping for the average house, and cars start costing more then houses. The rise and rise of the ultra-rich is being fuelled by shops that sell this sort of bollocks, and here it is, in Exeter. How can people get away with buying jeans that cost £179, and why are people buying them? It is a mindset that I simply cannot and will not try and empathise with, and it is here that my ranting stops or people will get bored. Aesthetically it’s alright, but as I walked around I could guarantee that most of the children running around were called Jemima and Felicity, and that they had mostly come in to town in their nice big Mercedes despite the fact they could have come on the bus. It was so bloody middle class I felt like buying a jumper from Gap and listening to Radio 2 when I got home, but thankfully the symptoms passed.

This leads on to my next thought that cropped up in to my head as I saw some bland rubbish last night entitled ‘100 Most Annoying Television Programmes’ and on it, Top Gear had got quite far in. I am hoping that I am taking this the wrong way, but Andy Peters said “I don’t care about climate change or global warming as it’ll never happen in my lifetime!” If people on the television are taking this attitude and running with it, then we are truly fucked. I know that it doesn’t mean that everyone thinks that, but there are enough people who believe that it is all hype and that nothing is going to happen, despite the unseasonal weather we keep having and the record Ice Shelf melt we have had this year. If you know people like this, then burn them alive. If you do actually take my advice then more fool you as I am joking.

Apologies for the tone of this entry, its good to rant now and again.  Happy entry next time!

Why?

Hey Chris, why did you upload that pdf file?  I’ll tell you why shall I?
The motives were more technical then anything else, I wanted to see if I could upload PDF’s on to WordPress and how much space it would take up.  I have a couple of side projects that I am pondering at the moment, and one of them involves .pdf files.
Also, it was a demonstration to those that didn’t know, that the Conpiracy think tanks will look in to pretty much everything to get a story including 9/11.  I am still not sure what to make of it yet, but I am not really sure that you can easily blanket over the whole thing with generalisations and sweeping statements declaring it to be totally lies.

Anyway, I am happy today as it is sunny and I am going out to laugh at the new Princesshay development that has emerged from the rubble of the old Princesshay.  More when I get back

Test (Scamming America, the Official 9/11 Cover Up Guide)

Scamming America, the Official 9/11 Cover Up Guide

Sniffy noses and monster poses

I am so ill it’s not funny anymore.  Spent all day at work with a streaming nose and a woozy head and I have spent today coughing my guts up and aching like a bitch.  Don’t think I’ll be in tomorrow, so exhausted from all the coughing.  This is what happens when you stop taking your supplements, so I think I’ll be on them again now.  Send me messages of sympathy

Rocket From The Crypt

I really have let myself go with my blog, I guess it’s down to the fact we are tres busy at work now and that I have ran out of things to say generally to everyone apart from functional things and slightly mindless replies, grunts and empty agreements.
Rocket From The Crypt are an amazing band that have now split up.  This video reminds me of working in Sainsburys in the bakery, having some sort of crush on one girl or another and feeling annoyed that I didn’t have enough confidence to go up to them and tell them what I thought.  It also reminded me of living above the flammable launderette in Abers and getting drunk very often.
So lots of positive connections.
Don’t want to rant on about the 27th but its hard not to.  I feel short of breathe and I have feel strange, might be lack of vitamins or something? Its easy to point the finger at cancer and say that something bad is happening.  Have bought tickets up there, I look forward to the journey more then anything, pretending that I am someone going somewhere rather then a nobody going to be told nothing worth knowing.
Should go to bed but don’t feel like it.

Ding Dong, dead witch pie

Hi There,

My name is Mortesent McMillian-Groy and I am totally and uttery fictitious.  I don’t exist. In fact I don’t know why I am starting this entry this way but I am.

End of the week, and nearer to the 27th September.  I am going to buy the train tickets today or Monday, hoping that it won’t be too pricey.

My breathing is short today, not a good sign.

Today

What a day.

In what was most probably one of the most intense and stressful days of the year, I think i have come through it unscathed and in about four pieces.  But repairable.  I am currently trying to battle through my application form for the ICT job with a sore throat and dwindling enthusiasm.  Shock Horror!

The stats for Veget8 are looking quite positive.  When I typed in Foodeze my entry came up sixth from the top on Google which is pretty good.  I am encouraged that people are reading it, and hopefully valuing what I am on about, even if it is badly written and full of typos and about Tofu and bad grammar and and and and etc.

So anyway, today has been good but busy, lots of things to do tomorrow and oh yes, as I keep being reminded, its my birthday.

Grime

So, I am sat here at my desk in our Learning Centre, giving the glass ceiling a wipe down with some Mr Muscle and wondering if there is anyway of getting through it and getting a proper job, a grown up job that grown ups do. What with the last wave of promotions and me still doing what I am doing, it starts to weigh on my thoughts like a morbidly obese elephant with gland problems.
I have started another blog, its called the Bull News Agency, and it is satisfying my creative writing urges at the moment.  I am looking for people who want to write spoof news, so if you’re interested let me know!  With a bit of promotion it should get a good following if I am lucky.
I am still here, just busy, so if I lapse with my blog then I apologise.
Today was mayhem as it was back to school, or college, with lots of new bodies and nervous students.  Tomorrow won’t be any better, in fact we have more groups in so it’ll be worse if anything.