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so I was supposed to get up early this morning to be at the doctor's. I tried to go to bed early, I really did, but I haven't fallen asleep before 5am in two months and my body clock wasn't about to start now. I lay in bed listening to Big Finish audio dramas for three hours before giving up and drinking coffee instead. That was much easier than actually waking up from sleep at 0830 would have been.
Doctor thinks I probably don't have a DVT, but he agreed the risk factors and symptoms made it a good idea to make sure. Attempted a blood test, but I never had cooperative veins even before I turned them into masses of scar tissue and they defeated him completely. So he's sending me to have my leg scanned, which will stop my mother worrying without the need to stick any more needles in me. Huge relief. Don't ask why or how someone who can't even look at the damn things managed to be an IV drug user because I have no fucking idea. I make no sense.
Spike hates me because leg + lack of sleep meant I couldn't face a proper walk with a ball game today, but he successfully picked the tuggy out of my pocket while we had our short walk round the block. That cheered him up a lot. Must find someone to take a vid of Spike in full blown tugmonster mode. He's scary as fuck, all whirling and snapping teeth and bouncing effortlessly to eye-level. I love him so.
Squish is singing along with the Beatles. Weird bastard. Me, I'm going to bed. Night all.
Doctor thinks I probably don't have a DVT, but he agreed the risk factors and symptoms made it a good idea to make sure. Attempted a blood test, but I never had cooperative veins even before I turned them into masses of scar tissue and they defeated him completely. So he's sending me to have my leg scanned, which will stop my mother worrying without the need to stick any more needles in me. Huge relief. Don't ask why or how someone who can't even look at the damn things managed to be an IV drug user because I have no fucking idea. I make no sense.
Spike hates me because leg + lack of sleep meant I couldn't face a proper walk with a ball game today, but he successfully picked the tuggy out of my pocket while we had our short walk round the block. That cheered him up a lot. Must find someone to take a vid of Spike in full blown tugmonster mode. He's scary as fuck, all whirling and snapping teeth and bouncing effortlessly to eye-level. I love him so.
Squish is singing along with the Beatles. Weird bastard. Me, I'm going to bed. Night all.
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