Just realised I didn’t know the lyrics for the song from which I drew my nom de plume. Brilliantly the lyrics are slightly ironic given the POTS diagnonsis and my personal character. I might has to force someone to record me performing it… If I do I will inflict it on you sooner and later. …
Month: April 2010
Indefinable Terms
So, end of the penultimate week at work. I am the last one in the air departure lounge (as the 4th Floor has been affectionately termed) and it’s weirdly peaceful. Seriously considering asking if I can just come and work in here for free in return for my insider knowledge of IASH. But here is…
Giving up and going to have a bath…
A thoroughly frustrating day. Stupid body. Stupid technology. Stupid me.
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