bosom buddies

okay, so bit more proper post now i'm feeling more human.
i was sick sick sicker than a dog and twas very scary.
if my daughter had not taken me to the doc last friday who knows what could have happened as i certainly wasn't able to get myself anywhere. my fever was 44degrees (in eurotrash degrees).
that is the highest the doc had ever seen...ever.

so what i thought was tattoo flu from a new tattoo, then turned into what i reckoned was stomach flu as everyone i'd spent the weekend with in soho had it bad - so bad that my friend just layed on her stairs and wished for death...so i wasn't alone. it wasn't just flu though - my breasts were covered in horrid red marks, like i'd had the month before when i was sick and went to the doc! only 5 times worse.

doc gave me 2 x different types of penicillin and the heaviest codeinies allowed as my head was a death grip of pain.

so it seems i also had cellulitis across my whole chest, but it turned out to not just be in the skin, but in the breast itself - so lovely mastitis...which i reckon i'd been carrying around for a month since last time i was ill. lucky lucky lucky my daughter dragged me to the doctor with her when she did! so a week later and my fever is finally down to normal and if i wasn't full of pills i'm sure i'd have an appetite.

BUT
my right bosom which seems to be patientX is still a couple cup sizes bigger due to infection.
which could be quite comical if i do make it to ibiza next week...

i really do hope i get to go!
it doesnt seem like it will my big blow out vacation that i'd planned, but i'll still be going out all night dancin' the first night me and my punker friend that works at the ship land. then the next day i'll just head up into the hills to a spa and spend it soaking in salt baths - seasalt has got to be good for bad bosoms...

also really hope i can go to give my daughter a break.
she's been amaxingly wonderful despite herself being down, she's taken such good care of me.
i really am lucky.

still catching up on life

been tired and busy...
got the lovely migraine back today and so not tooled up for it anymore.
nothing not even codeine is making a dent in the pain.

and speaking of pain.
noticed my ankle was really really bruised and scraped the other morning but dn't remember bashing it - i mean its not like a lot of nights are spent drunk and falling over are they? the real strange thing though is the bruise is where my 'extra ankle' has been for about a decade since i messed it up sparring in kick/tai boxing.

now my extra ankle is gone!

i have no idea what happened. very very strange.

so off home to crochet and rest.
am off to biza next thursday for 8 days...wohoo.
and how jammy is it that it only cost £120 on top of what work are paying for to stay out another 4 days...enought time to get tattooed by my friend that runs inkadelic out there!

easy like sunday moaning...

still overdoing it...
yesterday morn woke up really wiped from the shot, but took some heavy codeines for the muscle migraine and went to diamond jack's in soho with the fiance to watch my friend iestyn inflict some pain...fiance now has new fancy diagonaly nipple bar piercings and i can't wait to get better to have the cute little ies do some body mods on me - his new scarification work is amaxing!

then went to my local and almost fell asleep at the bar again.
i'm really close with everyone there - the ship on wardour street is like my home, so they all know what i'm going through and all rooting for me to get better. its lovely having so much support.

after that i trekked over to the farmers market at the brunswick that i've been telling my treatment buddy humbleheart about. its amaxing that she used to live right by me over here before moving back home to the states - we must have passed each other in the street many times...the world is so big but hepC makes it so small.

yes and so does buckminster fuller and the whole degrees of separation thing, but when i start looking at the 'tribes' i belong to it really does get small...like finding out me and fishwhiskers used to live in the same punker squat! how weird would it have been if we had the same genotype?

anyway more about overdoing it yesterday...
bought some nice baklava and came home. the fiance then announced that he wanted to learn to crochet to make a zombie amigurumi. i explained that he needed to learn the basics first so spent the last miniscule bits of my energy teaching him to chain, double crochet, and how to work in a round...his first project of a varigated coaster is just getting off the ground.

then i went to bed at 11pm and slept through to 5am - my usual wake up time for more painkillers, had a top up with some rooibos tea and then back to sleep...i slept straight through to 10am, missing my pill time and everything - not that i have any appetitie to take them with...so just swallowed them down with grapefruit juice and lounged til now.

still feeling horrid head and body achy breaky so more codeine and the kid is going to come round and hang out with me...she is also going through a hard time right now but that is a whole nother post about her hurt foot, work situation, and where is she going to live/travel to?

i wish i had that kinda freedom too.

o and for those that are interested - my tattoo artist is moving shops!
check out xed's page....

easy like sunday mourning...

i am so wiped out today, but it was so worth it!
sitting here post-romp having vegan chocolate booja booja froxen stuff for breakfast with my 3rd big mug of earl grey washing down the heavy painkillers...which aren't making a dent in the migraine that is travelling down my back.
still. the fucking may have worn me out but soooo nice.
i LOVE my fiance SO much.

and yesterday spent the day with his family so that is why i'm more under the weather than usual for a treatment sunday...started out at the very very american psycho designery restaraunt down on regents street, then hopped in a cab to sit outside cafe kick on exmouth market while the boys played baby foot. it was a lovely chilled relaxed eurotrash day surrounded by family and old friends drinking fresh squeezed orange juice in what little sun there was.

paying the price today though.
n way was i going to get my ass up to camden for sunday lunch.
anyway, my option rocks!