Still no news on a donation. I'm getting bored more than anything. The daily routine of washing my hands three times, clearing up the tubes in the morning, ordering the supplies. It's so dull.
Today I realised that I'm short on the cassette device that pushes the fluids around the system. I have a huge cardboard box of the things sitting in my hallway, alongside the towers of fluids and extension tubes, and I still forgot to include in my bi-weekly order.
One consolation of all this is that I have to spend every other Friday at home, awaiting delivery. What's more I also took delivery today of my haemoglobin injections. They're sitting in the fridge right now and I'm supposed to have already applied one to my torso.
In other news I'm on S7 of Mad Men. I've binge-watched it from the start and witnessed every women bedded by Donald Draper. It's like an escape to a time just before I was born, when everything was sexist, racist, homophobic and innocent.
Meanwhile Trump has finally met up with the cartoon character that is Kim Jong-un. Quite an achievement I'd say, and something that should surely give him the Nobel Peace Prize. He's a monster but one that has seemingly tamed another. Hillary must be spitting.
And Theresa May, finally showing her true colours this week by duping the Remain MPs into agreeing in a meeting to support the amendment for a meaningful vote; or rather support her in rejecting it from the Lords. Only there won't be a meaningful vote. She lied.
And still the Brexit machine rumbles on, even though it will ruin us all. The few ideologues who still holding May to ransom over it, forcing her hand just because it's the "will of the people".
I've been feeling quite low about this for some time now; well two years to be exact. For two years I've been in a twlight zone of belief, or non-belief, kidding myself that it won't happen. Well, my brother and my mother are getting what they wanted. Only I will never speak to them again whilst this insanity is happening. I cannot. I can barely speak to anyone to be honest.
Today I realised that I'm short on the cassette device that pushes the fluids around the system. I have a huge cardboard box of the things sitting in my hallway, alongside the towers of fluids and extension tubes, and I still forgot to include in my bi-weekly order.
One consolation of all this is that I have to spend every other Friday at home, awaiting delivery. What's more I also took delivery today of my haemoglobin injections. They're sitting in the fridge right now and I'm supposed to have already applied one to my torso.
In other news I'm on S7 of Mad Men. I've binge-watched it from the start and witnessed every women bedded by Donald Draper. It's like an escape to a time just before I was born, when everything was sexist, racist, homophobic and innocent.
Meanwhile Trump has finally met up with the cartoon character that is Kim Jong-un. Quite an achievement I'd say, and something that should surely give him the Nobel Peace Prize. He's a monster but one that has seemingly tamed another. Hillary must be spitting.
And Theresa May, finally showing her true colours this week by duping the Remain MPs into agreeing in a meeting to support the amendment for a meaningful vote; or rather support her in rejecting it from the Lords. Only there won't be a meaningful vote. She lied.
And still the Brexit machine rumbles on, even though it will ruin us all. The few ideologues who still holding May to ransom over it, forcing her hand just because it's the "will of the people".
I've been feeling quite low about this for some time now; well two years to be exact. For two years I've been in a twlight zone of belief, or non-belief, kidding myself that it won't happen. Well, my brother and my mother are getting what they wanted. Only I will never speak to them again whilst this insanity is happening. I cannot. I can barely speak to anyone to be honest.
