What the actual fuck?

I got my 20 million blood tests back today. Turns out I'm anemic.

What the actual fuck? How can I be anemic? Okay, I'm pale but I've always been pale, and I donate blood regularly, and I've never had a problem.

Have to phone doctor for a phone consultation on Thursday, see what she says. But either way that sucks.

In other news dog is working out well. We've taught her to lie down now :0)

Scapey found a balloon

I found this. I is keeping it

So...

Not really got much to say. Been working away, doing OT as much as possible and thats about it really.

No change on the home front, some of you will know what I'm talking about.

In other news... well there doesn't really seems to be a whole lot of other news at the moment. I'll try and get something interesting and report back.

Things you do when you're half asleep

Y'know like sling the alarm off?

Not stoat down a flight of stairs wearing a towel (must have pulled jammies off when sleeping) to shout at a neighbor at 2am?

Came back upstairs, put jammie bottoms and a tee-shirt on, marched down stairs again and proceeded to shout at her for slamming her door all the fucking time, thus waking me up. Again.

So thats what I was doing at 2:30am. Back to sleep, forgot all about it and then remembered halfway through OT. Damned if I'm apologising. Cunt wont me up at 2:30. Could explain why I'm so fucking grumpy though

On a seperate note

I found this on the internet. Take from it what you will

So...Stage 7

Righty. Im being referred to the fat bastard clinic at the Royal. Seriously. It transpires I might be in the same class as the 28 STONE lassie at my work. Lets look at those numbers again folks. 28 STONES, thats 2 of me. Thats a lot of me. Not being funny, but fuxake, Im not that bad. Yet.

Im also being referred to a PCOS specialist at the Southern. Which I'm pleased about at perhaps, maybe finally someone with a view to better treatment and management might be helpful as opposed to just trying to constantly put me on the pill.

Not that it matters anyway, I genuinely don't care anymore, it doesn't make a whole lot of difference anyway. Fat and hormonally imbalanced or thin and hormonally imbalanced. Matters fuck all either way and I say that with an air of acceptance and not one of despair. I am now at the acceptance and hope stage of grieving for the old me, and that's cool. Honestly. It'll come right in the end.

Right. Thats it.

After the wedding. I'm losing weight(cant just now or bridesmaid dress wont fit), and once I've lost a decent amount I'm gonna go whoring.

In the meantime I've signed up for a reiki and an Indian Head Massage Class to keep meoccupied. I will be looking for guinea pigs btw. So be warned.

Thats guinea pigs for the reiki and massage, not the whoring. Obviously

Validation?

I passed! Whoo. Go me! etc etc etc

I was thinking about starting another course, but with starting

uni in February it means I would be sitting 2 exams at once, and I dont think it would be a good idea.

Good to know though that I can do it.

I is pleased