A Funny Turn of Events

3 minute read time.

Things have been on the tad random side over the last three months and I suppose it goes to show no matter what hand you're dealt in life, there's always a move to make and always a bright side if you're willing to look for it. Who'd have thought three months ago I'd be looking for lingerie for a man I've never even met. Clearly I foster the best type of relationships (no joke)! Yep, I'm now THAT kinda girl ;)

I'm in much brighter spirits today, not least because I've been trading insults with my darling rent-a-rant friend all day. It started, I feel, with the lovely news that I knew we were meant for one another once I discovered she was equally unable to control her sarcastic thoughts and disdain for most things, and so far has ended up through a rather convoluted process with me most recently telling her I liked her enough that I'd kill her last. Seems fair to me.

Today was a little more normal. I am still no less tired so I more or less spent a large portion of the day medicating myself with coffee (it makes exactly zero impact on energy with this kind of tiredness but it tastes nice) and staring wistfully in the distance. I'd fit right in to a Bronte novel around about now. All I need is some awful position that a man could save me from and a nice frock and I'm sorted! Eat your heart out period drama.

People are still trying to send me home but I think I'm in part to blame for that because I decided to give my manager the Macmillan book for line managers, supporting someone through Cancer, so one day I'm having my disease likened to 90s TV shows and being asked if I'll soon become a Viking and the next I'm being told he's thinking of me and I'm welcome to take some time off if I need to. I'm rather touched, well done Macmillan. My manager can now pretend he's good in awkward situations. Break through!

I'm of the opinion that 6pm is definitely too early for bed even for this sleepy ginger so I've been pottering about making a nuisance of myself in the house and trying to catch up with all the things I've remembered that I've forgotten since I got home. I almost feel like I'm achieving.

Hairy currently claims he'll be home in the evenings for the rest of the week so hopefully I'll be able to get some hardcore smiling done at him. I'd hate for him to feel like he's not loved, especially when I've been such a hormonal beast of rage over the last few days, though allegedly he hadn't noticed so I guess that's a good thing. I might have succeeded in my quest to be allowed to have a cat if he had noticed though. There's still time to set away on that cunning mission though.

I think I've found another tumour, boo! I'm not worried about it though since it's popped up in a similar area to the others due to be zapped next week so I figure I'll just point at it when I go in for marking up next week and make sure they get that one in while they're at it. Must stop thinking about the whole marking up thing though. It reminds me of a rather inappropriate song for the situation, aptly called Mark It Up, from a film....yeah....I can see them pushing me into random positions, drawing on me and taking photos while I've got a song about selling organs and making holes in people for very dodgy reasons whizzing around my head. It's just as well they don't ask you to provide your own soundtrack to your cancer treatment; I'd probably get myself sectioned while I was at it if I went with that!

Anyway, hurray for happy days! Long may they continue.

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