another fucking horrendous shit. I'm still feeling the burn now, one of the worst that one was. I really don't like this at all, as you can imagine, it's just so fucking nasty. I hate to have my missus see me like this too, she gets quite upset to see me so distressed with pain. I've been sat on some frozen peas for a while so it's all nice and numbed, I'll have to try sitting on em as soon as I've had a cack. Phew, it's tough going. Luckily I have found out I can have 8 tramadol (pain killers) a day, we had conflicting instruction but it is 8, which should help with pin relief. I'm really fucked off about the post office not delivering my Slave 1, but I'll have it tomorrow after the missus has been to the delivery office.
Watched that panorama of the army in combat in Afganistan, it looked fucking terrifying. Sad they get a bit forgotten about, especially the injured ones who don't get a mention. Really heavy fighting yet isn't really reported. Some of their stories sounded horrific and scary at the same time. Wouldn't be fucking me, that's for sure. Some of the afgan army smoked spliffs between combat, I can't think of many worse things to do after a smoke than risk your life and try to kill people. I found getting off the settee a struggle and a trip to tesco was enough to terrify me back in the days that I smoked ('shit they can see I'm mashed, will my signature be clear enough or will I do a monged signature that they might refuse?' etc).
I want to do a nice blog and talk about some stuff that doesn't involve my arsehole, soon hopefully, bit mashed from my tramadol at the minute and my bath is ready, wish me luck for my next shite. |
