I can't get no relief

I feel like shit, which is why I'm not switching my IMs on. I've had a headache since Sunday and my brain's like mush and talking to people is too tiring. Love you all.

topbit, manicmiranda - I won't be there tonight, I can barely take the dogs outside for a piss without falling over. I'm really pissed off about that because I'm never normally ill and I really wanted to go but I can't face it. Grrr. Have fun anyway & I'll be in touch when I feel more normal.

I can't get no relief

I feel like shit, which is why I'm not switching my IMs on. I've had a headache since Sunday and my brain's like mush and talking to people is too tiring. Love you all.

topbit, manicmiranda - I won't be there tonight, I can barely take the dogs outside for a piss without falling over. I'm really pissed off about that because I'm never normally ill and I really wanted to go but I can't face it. Grrr. Have fun anyway & I'll be in touch when I feel more normal.

Try to take control of it

urghh...

Pissing with rain. There are slugs and snails everywhere, and I can't take the dogs out in the evenings without treading on the little slimy bastards. I've always loathed and tried to avoid killing things unless I want to eat them or they want to eat me, and I've always had a horror of slugs, and the combination of the two is starting to feel like a full-blown phobia. My stomach clenches every time I feel that nasty little squelch or that horrible popping crunch under my shoes.

At least they aren't wasted. Oh, no - the live slugs congregate in slimy clusters and gleefully eat the dead ones. It seems to be only the big greenish slugs with the orange trim that do this. I hate them, I really do.

What with Spike's toenail (which hasn't bled for two days now) and me being ill, the dogs are like pressure cookers with insufficient exercise. Well, Spike is. Squish is feeling the need, but he's such a sunny, laid-back personality compared to Spike that it hardly shows. Spike, on the other hand, is barky and boisterous with me and distinctly snarky with Squish. He's developed a tendency to want to attack him whenever we all re-enter the flat together - I had several almost-dogfights break out, one of which was bad enough to make Squish widdle on the floor (possibly the only submissive signal he actually knows, poor little bastard). I've managed to work round it: I unleash them in the hallway, and Squish hides in the bedroom while I make Spike sit and watch me for a minute, then pet him and tell him to go sit on the couch. Once I've done that Spike's calmed down enough to remember that Squish lives with us and it is OK to let him in with just a challengey/dirty look.

Still feel like shite, but somewhat less shite than yesterday. Seems to be some snotless variant of summer 'flu - apparently my sister E has it too, but she didn't let it stop her spending the day at the stables preparing various horses for the New Forest Show.

Yes, I felt like a whining wuss after finding that out. I shall have to go over to Mum's tomorrow and take Spike out to play football.

( Quickie meme from photocat_0923 )

Edit: The back just broke off my computer chair. Fuckpisswank.

Try to take control of it

urghh...

Pissing with rain. There are slugs and snails everywhere, and I can't take the dogs out in the evenings without treading on the little slimy bastards. I've always loathed and tried to avoid killing things unless I want to eat them or they want to eat me, and I've always had a horror of slugs, and the combination of the two is starting to feel like a full-blown phobia. My stomach clenches every time I feel that nasty little squelch or that horrible popping crunch under my shoes.

At least they aren't wasted. Oh, no - the live slugs congregate in slimy clusters and gleefully eat the dead ones. It seems to be only the big greenish slugs with the orange trim that do this. I hate them, I really do.

What with Spike's toenail (which hasn't bled for two days now) and me being ill, the dogs are like pressure cookers with insufficient exercise. Well, Spike is. Squish is feeling the need, but he's such a sunny, laid-back personality compared to Spike that it hardly shows. Spike, on the other hand, is barky and boisterous with me and distinctly snarky with Squish. He's developed a tendency to want to attack him whenever we all re-enter the flat together - I had several almost-dogfights break out, one of which was bad enough to make Squish widdle on the floor (possibly the only submissive signal he actually knows, poor little bastard). I've managed to work round it: I unleash them in the hallway, and Squish hides in the bedroom while I make Spike sit and watch me for a minute, then pet him and tell him to go sit on the couch. Once I've done that Spike's calmed down enough to remember that Squish lives with us and it is OK to let him in with just a challengey/dirty look.

Still feel like shite, but somewhat less shite than yesterday. Seems to be some snotless variant of summer 'flu - apparently my sister E has it too, but she didn't let it stop her spending the day at the stables preparing various horses for the New Forest Show.

Yes, I felt like a whining wuss after finding that out. I shall have to go over to Mum's tomorrow and take Spike out to play football.

( Quickie meme from photocat_0923 )

Edit: The back just broke off my computer chair. Fuckpisswank.