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| hello there you crazy kids, I've been meaning to do an update for a while now but just haven't got round to it. I bet you're awaiting news from the Graeme front with glee eh? well, maybe not. I've been feeling fucking shit lately like, my liver is playing funny buggers with me and it doesn't half make you feel like a big sack of shit. The constant burning itching is probably the most intolerable thing. I could handle the tiredness and general 'shitness' but the itchiness is fucking crap. Especially when it starts in the middle of the night when you're trying to sleep. Like last night. Took the skin off the top of my big toe which has meant every step today has been 'ooh, ah, ooh'. I'm really hoping it tails off soon. In other news my gut is really really good at the minute. I had what was almost an ordinary shit this morning. Sorry to talk about shit again but with my condition it kinda becomes part of your life :) (for any new readers (pfffft!) I have Crohn's disease meaning I permanently have the shits to varying degrees. Not like 'the shits' when an ordinary person gets it from dodgy chicken or summat and ending up shitting their keks, I have very rarely shat myself. Although it has happened). It's a very odd sensation to have an almost normal poo after 16 years of Crohn's. I had an argument with some people in the pub on thursday. They sort of colonised our table, even though half the pub was empty when they came upstairs form their private gathering in the downstairs room. Just generally very rude. Then I had some fucking massive bloke just basically sticking his back about 4 inches from my face. I made issue of it very loudly to my flatmate until one of the women inthe group says 'just what the fuck is your problem?'. 'ooh' think I. She continues with 'we've just been to a funeral' which met with a 'so what?' from me, what you get carte blanche to be rude and annoying because you've been to a funeral. She then went on to say 'If you want to talk in space go and sit somewhere else' which was met in unison from me and the flatmate with 'well why don't you?'. She didn't appear to have an answer for that. the fucking massive bloke turned round and I thought 'mur, prepare to beat a hasty retreat here' but he just moved off and gave me some room without saying a word. good show. Unfortunately this confrontation came just as we were finishing our final pint. We didn't want to feel like we'd been pushed out but then agreed it would be silly to have another pint when we were both hungry, purely for the sake of pride. Didn't recognise any of them so they weren't local I don't think so we just headed off. The miserable barmaid keeps being really cheery and talkative which is a smidgen unnerving. I'm shit at small talk. I had a lovely weekend of doing very little indeed. I had a fucking superb nights sleep on Friday night. A nice sit in the park on sunday with the golfers on their way round and dogs walking past- lovely. Had one of those moments on sunday evening, lying on my settee, the late light coming in through the big bay windows, a box of new season strawberries, a great book, peace and quiet apart from the noise of the birds and I just thought 'this is superb isn't it? Despite everything going on with my health I am so happy, this is just a beautiful moment'. Made my weekend | ||
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