Well, here am I at work right now but as you can see I'm not doing much work. Although to give work its due, it has, been keeping me sane, as has cycling - although cycling in the rain last week may have been the thing that finished me off.

That and working all weekend lugging boxes of leaflets about and exhibition boards and any other things you can think of that are big and heavy and need moving about. Or it could have been the fact that I had a hugely stressful interview in Birmingham one day and the next I moved house (again) all on my own carrying my stuff in a rucksack and walking up and down the road like a snail. Not that I'm feeling sorry for myself at all here.

Then, the next day, I organised an event in town which was umm marginally successful but was another long day which required lots of carrying and then (yes, there's more) I had to do more moving and lugging and sorting as H brought all my stuff round I'd left at his and to be honest I was quite surprised by how much there was. Finally, instead of a quiet week I had a crazy mad work week which I know I should've taken a bit easier but I am using work as a tool to not think about things. Which does actually work fine, until you (or rather me) gets ill that is.

So here I am. Not going to Glastonbury tomorrow as I was meant to be and instead manning the office on my own until the hospital ring me to say they have a bed. I don't know why I was upset about it yesterday - I LOVE being in hospital. Well, I love being in hospital when I'm not very ill and while I'm not that ill now (hospital visit is as much preventative as necessity) I've just realised that IVs are going to be hugely PAINFUL as just taking blood from me is a major endeavour requiring a highly trained specialist, given that I have no veins. Really none.

I am a bit depressed by the fact that I could probably finish my IVs at home but as I technically live on my own, I'm not sure if this would be allowed. Also, I think I'd rather be in hospital than at home, another statement which doesn't bode well for my mental health. Oh well things could be worse, I phoned H yesterday and asked him if I could pay him to come and visit me. He said he'd come for free.

P.S. I'm not sure what happened to the comments before but they're back now. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad (considering my competitive nature).