So this is Christmas

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Tracy   Indigo   Cecilie

…. and its been a bit of an adventure, really.

It started at lunch time Christmas Eve in work. I got up from my desk to go on my lunch, my good knee went POP that loudly that the person sitting next to me nearly passed out. I dropped back into chair, clutching knee and swearing loudly. One of the lads went and got me my crutches from Lotte, I doped up on Ibuprofen and carried on. Got home from work and said to mum “I think I need to go to A&E”
Course, I didn’t want to go to the hospital what with it being Christmas Eve. Mum suggested I rang NHS Direct, who got ShropDoc to come see me, who sent me up the hospital for an x-ray.
Luckily nothing was broken or chipped or out of place – but I only went and tore the medial collateral ligament in my left knee. My good knee. By standing up
*facepalm*

The evening was spent on the good painkillers. Like utterly high on them. Which, according to Nicole was adorable.

Then, the early hours of Christmas morning were spent throwing up – pretty sure it was a stress reaction cos I felt absolutely fine. *shrugs*

Christmas Day itself was lovely and relaxed. Opened presents with mum. She got me S1 Leverage DVD boxset, a box of Walnut Whip, my blue peter annual and she knitted me a freaking awesome sweater. *snuggles in it*
I got a box of Lush bath stuff from my sister and a HMV voucher from my nephew.

Had a gorgeous roast beef dinner with all the trimmings. then had pure yuletide orgasmic bliss courtesy of a christmas pudding with cream.
And then the afternoon was spent playing Trivial Pursuit.

Was a very good Christmas, all in all

Yesterday, I bought myself Bones S1 and Supernatural S4 DVD boxsets in the sale \o/ Plus, mum and I are looking at buying a Wii between us if we can find one that we deem affordable

Although then there was one hell of a fit of emo and misery that happened last night. Having two bum knees and being stuck on my ass is just… not good for my mental state. And I’m so fucking scared, y’know? I mean, I know I’ve ‘only’ torn the ligament and it’ll start to heal in a week or so but last night, oh God I literally couldn’t fucking move. It was as much as I could do to get up off the couch, couldn’t walk because neither of my knees were taking my weight, my hips were screaming because of how I was trying to walk and I just… I couldn’t

I’m 28. I’m not supposed to hurt like this. What the fuck sort of state am I gonna be in come 10 years, 20 years time?

Today however has been lovely and relaxing – word puzzles and quizzes with my mum and spending hours upon hours playing farmville, vampire wars, mafia wars etc on facebook
♥

Plan M (Where Hardison Dies)

Yeah, so much for that remember to post more than once a week thing… epic fail on my behalf.

I… just.. have nothing to talk about.
Or at least nothing that I feel is even worth posting about.
I get up, I go to work, I train all day, I come home utterly exhausted and pass out.

I could post about how I spent the day learning about the Deceased Procedure but would anyone really want to read about what we do with water accounts when someone’s died and how the rules change for probate and rental properties and all about executors of estates?
No, I didn’t think so somehow!

And then, when I do get in from working having spent the last 4 weeks, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week purely training… I’m just exhausted – mentally and physically.
I eat, then curl up either on the couch or in bed, and… well.. ok if I’m honest my brain has been eaten alive by Farmville, Vampire Wars and Mafia Wars on Facebook… SO DAMN ADDICTIVE!

I am however blogging for a reason – and it’s not about the fact I have nothing to say, I promise!
Because I am one incredibly happy fangirling llama right now WHO IS GOING TO THE LEVERAGE CONVENTION IN PORTLAND IN MARCH
(why yes, I am a bit excited about this!)

Everything has been falling in place over the last day or so. I booked my plane fare last Saturday, I have a hotel room in the Marriot with a group of friends.
And then yesterday all the the convention pass bits all fell into place – although my god I have never known plans to change so many freaking times in one day:
The day started with mum giving me the money for a Platinum pass *flails*
Then, I realised that for the price of one platinum, I could get two gold and get my girlfriend Nicole a ticket as well.
Then, over the course of the day, mum kept giving me more money, so there was a diamond pass each.
By the end of the day, Nicole’s mum is paying a platinum and my mum is paying two platinum so me, her AND her boyfriend David are all gonna be platinum*
As are our friends Susan and Amara
Plus Lisa and Sarah are gonna be there too
OMG ITS GONNA BE THE MOST FANTASTIC WEEKEND EVER AND I CAN’T WAIT AND I’VE NOT STOP FLAILING OR GRINNING OR BOUNCING AND SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

So now, all I have to do is manage to get those platinum passes when they go on sale this evening. Or, in the early hours of the morning as it is for me!

*takes a deep breath*
So, its possible I might be a little excited
LMFAO

^{*yes my girlfriend has a boyfriend – it’s a polyamory thing that… I’ve not quite got my head round or figured quite out for myself yet so please don’t ask me to explain or clarify because I’m still a little confused myself!}

Must have been a Monday…

Gah, I swear I haven’t stopped all day.

I started my morning with a nice 9am appointment at the unemployment office to sign on
Of course, I’d been a bad procrastinating kind of llama and hadn’t done my paperwork yesterday. So I had to scrawl it all in like half an hour before I went.
Did I learn my lesson about procrastination? No, of course I didn’t!

Then I went down to the post office only to find that my normally empty quiet little post office had a queue out the freaking door. Luckily, it was a fast moving queue and I was done in like 10 minutes.

Headed home, poked at ebay, bid on a couple artworks – one of a kitten asleep in a guitar, one of a tiger and one of a fairy – then got a load more stuff listed, plus took photos of even more bits and bobs to put up.

After lunch, my plan was to just fill out the paperwork, then have a nice relaxing afternoon curled up with a book or a movie.
Naturally, it wasn’t to be!
Turned out I had to fill out something like 6 different forms, sign my life in blood and they wanted proof of address for the last three years. Cue rifling through boxes of unsorted paperwork, but emerging victorious.

THEN they wanted a copy of my birth certificate, my FULL birth certificate. Yeah, that one was a problme because I don’t have a full birth certificate. I was registered at the hospital, not the registry office. Rush out to Wellington to the registry office, only to find out that they can’t issue me one because I wasn’t born in Telford & Wrekin, I was born in Devon & Exeter.
I’ve got the form, sent off for a birth certificate.

And sent my paperwork with the mini certificate, with a note explaining that I’ve applied for the full one and, if they require it, I can forward the full one when I receive it.

Tomorrow, I am GOING to have a relaxing day. All that’s on the agenda is to drive my mum to the hospital to the audiology clinic, where hopefully she will get a hearing aid!

What is your morning beverage of choice?
If I had my way, I’d have a nice cold cherry coke or Diet peps – i don’t drink tea or coffee so its pretty much my main source of sugar/caffeine.
Course, that’s not exactly very healthy so I generally have either a glass of orange juice or a glass of milk