I was tired, I was PMSing, my hurty bits had hurty bits. It started with another hellish appt at the hospital. old boneshaker bus that had me feeling sick from pain by the time we got to hospital… and there was a 90 minute waiting list, standing room only. Spent those 90 minutes waiting for an x-ray… then another hour waiting AFTER the x-ray.

Found out that the radius was cracked all the way through, there was a bumpy bit that ‘shouldn’t be there’ and that i’m not healing as quickly as hoped. If i’d been with it i would have thought to have asked what the hell that means – i have it written down for next time. No new cast, back in 3 weeks for another x-ray. gonna go insaaaane!

Today is starting off better. Dreams about Riley… and a lot more NC-17 than recent dreams about Christian Kane! There was a quicky in the toilet then went back to a hotel room. Boy was a bloody good kisser, a skilled lover and petrified of Kaniacs!
(Also, why do my dreams about Riley always involve making out in a toilet?!)

I feel a lot calmer. My wrist is aching and my hips are hurting but I don’t feel like biting anyone’s head off. I might wander over the corner shop for a Yorkie and a Pepsi, see if that stretches my legs out… I think one of my main problems is that I’m utterly housebound.. with my wrist in a cast, I can’t use my crutches. I can’t go anywhere/do anything

*insert happy thoughts here*

Yup, first Jack got Roxy pregnant and they had a little girl called Amy.
Then, Jack got Ronnie pregnant and they had a little boy called James.
Now, Ronnie & Roxy being sisters, would make Amy & James cousins but they also have the same father, making them half-siblings…

… And I thought my family was confusing!

Tuesday was supposed to have been my first day at a new job.
Instead it turned into first trip in an ambulance, first broken bone and first plaster cast. I discovered the hard way that the street outside my door had a layer of ice on it by taking two steps, slipping over and landing on my left arm. I literally couldn’t get up off the ground without passing out from pain and was in tears so I called 999. The paramedics gave me gas and air which was great and them I spent hours waiting round to be x-rayed. I could only be given a temporary half-cast because of how swollen my wrist was so I was given an appointment for Wednesday for the fracture clinic.

Wednesday brought another first – first bus ride since… ooh since I left college like 12/13 years ago. It also reminded me how much I hate public transport and ugh those buses were from the arc! Total bone-rattlers that had me in tears. My appointment was 11:30 and I finally got seen at 14:00! The place was heaving. The receptionist said 60 people were referred from A & E the day before, all having fallen over on the ice!
The orthopaedic doctor looks at my x-ray (and I got to see it too) and told me my wrist wasn’t fractured like I’d been told but that it was actually broken. It was still too swollen so I have to go back next Tuesday for another exam, another set of x-rays and hopefully to have the cast fitted.

My awesome friends of awesome reasserted their awesomeness though. My friend WinchesterWench tweeted Riley Smith saying “Hey @Riley_Smith, a big fan of yours, @BADFalcon, fractured her wrist today, can you send her some love?”
And a few hours later I get a “get well soon” from Riley
♥

I can also feel a rambling Riley fangirl post coming on but it might take me a while because this typing one handed business is HARD!

2011 started off having fun with friends, and I think that’s what I like the year to be about. Good times with good people… you can’t go wrong with that. And really, since it’s only like 2 hours to Louise’s and 3 hours to Susan’s, there’s no excuse!
I’m seeing Good Charlotte in February. I’d like to go to more concerts because it’s been far too long since I’ve been to any recently and I fuckin’ miss it!
There’s A6 and A7. There’s T2. There’s Con 1. Depending on guests, there’s Vampire Ball 2 and Roadhouse 2.

I’m starting the year with a better paid job, a 12 week contract, that’s closer to home and better paid.
I want to get my bookshelves moved to my place. This is my priority. I miss my books.
I want to get a cheap two-seater sofa, put it where my desk is, then turn my TV round so I don’t sit in bed all the time.
That looks and sounds like a plan. I approve

So, job wise… I didn’t get the job at Dodds – which, as it turned out, wasn’t enough money. It would have involved taking a 3k paycut. Yeah, I don’t think so. But according to the email I got back, they were both very impressed with me at the interview and will be keeping my details on file as, and I quote, We do have several potential opportunities in the pipeline in the new year, and I shall be in touch to discuss then with you.
Which, is usually just a standard line but its how I found out about this one so we shall see.

I handed in my notice at QMP yesterday as well. And it was amazing how much of a relief doing that was. I got SO bored and the drive was stressing me out. I just hadn’t realised how bad it had got until I don’t have to do it.
Doncasters is in Shrewsbury. It’s 14.2 miles away, so that 28.4miles per day compared to the 26.2 each way I’m doing to Stourbridge. I’m taking a 25p per hour paycut, but with it being 8 hours more per week, and half the journey, I’m gonna be circa £50 a week better off.
That’s a lot, y’all.

And so many of my friends have just got new jobs, I think it’s going to be a damn good 2011 all around. I have good feelings for this coming year. It’s going to be a year of positivity, I’m determined it will be.

Although yesterday, I didn’t bother. I drove as far as the first roundabout, had skidded and slid across the road a couple times and thought fuck this, it ain’t safe, and turned round, drove back home again!
I have to get in at some point this afternoon though, even if its just to pick my stuff up and hand my notice in!

I also hate how this cold and damp is getting into my joints. We are NOT AMUSED. It’s -11C and snowing. Again. Or is that still? I’m moving like a freaking pensioner. *sigh* I know 30 is old but this is just ridiculous. I’m totes emigrating… who has heat?

My mum’s Christmas present finally came yesterday morning… but made me realise I have no idea what I did with her card. Which means I’m going to have to brave the ASDA again to buy another “to my mummy” card. And probably get her a box of dark chocolate or something.

A fuckload of sirens have just gone down the Telford circular. We’re talking at least 3 police cars and an ambulance. I’m guessing a car accident with this weather

I hate my internet connection. The weather isn’t helping of course. I just uploaded an mp3 for Nicole and seriously, it took over 10 minutes to upload one song. 10 MINUTES. One measly little 3mb mp3… yeah, I hate my internet connection!

I think that’s about it for random bursts of updateness for today.

I had my appointment at the doctors to have more tests done. Which is where the fun starts, because it seems in all their wisdom, no-one bothered to grit the doctors office carpark or the path that went from the car park to the door. I went flying, jarred all my right side – which is always my sorest side anyway.
GREAT start to the day.
I lodged a complaint. They apologised.

This time, blood tests. Now, you know me… I don’t do good with needles or blood or anything doctor-related. And this was for a full blood work, so they were taking 4 fucking vials. Because I know I’m a fainter, I warned her first so I get to lie down. It was a phlebotomist who did the test rather than a nurse so she asked me if I pass out does she get a nurse, to which I reply that no I’ll come round and she’s best just carrying on. I passed out, and she did. I can tell the difference with a phlebotomist vs a nurse taking the blood though – no bruise or anything.

So now I just play the horrible waiting game… I don’t know if I want the rheumatic markers to come back as negative or positive.
If its positive, then that fuckin sucks because it would mean I’m 29 and have arthritis in my knees, hips (which is a given anyway!), wrists, shoulders, elbows and fingers. BUT it means we have a diagnosis (finally!) and can start to do something about it.
If its negative, then I’m still in fucking pain and we still don’t know why.

It’s safe to say that regardless of what the tests show, I’m a seriously fuckin scared llama

My other task for the day was to go to Wellington and pick up a parcel from the delivery office. It went nice and smooth, even though my ID has a different address – note to self – send your driving license off to get it updated!. But when I was making my way back to the car, a girl walking towards me slipped over on the ice, hit her head, hurt her back and couldn’t get back up again. She was dizzy, nauseous… all my first aid kicked in and I didn’t know I still knew half of it, so that was quite a nice feeling really. I called 999, I grabbed a couple blankets from Lotte and stayed with her until the ambulance came. I was really surprised how everyone who walked past though came over and made sure she was ok, if we needed anything. That was also really nice.

I think that’s about it and I have no plans for today (although I do want to reorganise my icons and I do need to update my fic sticky over at livejournal, and start getting my fanfic up on here) so I think I’m gonna snuggle down and carry on with Buffy season 2.
I still adore Buffy/Angel and Willow/Oz and Spike/Dru. I still can’t stand Xander/Cordy. I still think Angelus is so much more fun than Angel.
I got as far as Phases last night, which was amusing because I was in a total werewolf mood – I was reading and writing werewolf fic, as well as watching Phases. I’m almost tempted to download some cheesy werewolf movies when I go round mum’s later… any recommendations?

Pretty much all of my childhood memories are of doing things with my dad. Helping him out in the garden or in the allotment. Cleaning out/refilling the fish pond. Laying a drive way. Going fishing. Going cockling. Making wine. Even just taking the dog for a walk.

He’s been dead 17 years now. I still miss him like crazy but thinking back to the things we used to do together, having the happy memories… even though it brings tears to my eyes thinking about him, it also puts a huge smile on my face