I LOGGED ON THE COMPUTER AROUND SIX O'CLOCK TONIGHT and was still online three hours later. There are so many people I'm endeavouring to catch up with. People I used to talk to but haven't been in touch with for quite a while ... Sometimes, btw, I would dearly love to say hello but fall foul of the dreaded popups blocker. This drives me crazy and there seems to be no way round it. In those cases all I can do is wait till the same time tomorrow.
The warm weather is coming and making me sweat. Mother Hubbard said to me, "I bet you loved the hot weather until you got a habit". Yes, Mother H, bang on. Before I was idiot enough to make myself opiate-dependent I simply did not sweat heavily at all (unless I was ill).
Nutnut, for all her numerous madnesses could be very perceptive concerning my habit. I remember one day, during a time that I was meant to be clean but was (of course) secretly using I returned home to her house sweating. It was midwinter. She took one look at me and knew. I remember one occasion the temperature was minus one or colder. A harsh wind was blowing. Having risen early (fortunately with money in my pocket) I'd had to brave a three mile walk to the only dealer who was on at 9am. This can be the worst time to score as the nighttime people have either gone to bed or simply flaked out too knackered to answer their phone -- while the daytime crew haven't finished taking their children to school, driven to run errands... etc (drug dealers are highly domesticated. They simply mix up the sale of heroin and crack into this domesticity ...) Also, at 9am, many of these people simply have not bothered to get out of bed at all. So I brace myself for this long walk, fairly well but not ridiculously wrapped up and go from feeling cold to increasingly close and warm and sweating under my coat. Perspiration runs in rivulets down the middle of my back. And then I turn the corner, totally exposed to it and the icy wind blasts me full on in all my copious sweat... I screamed in junkie agony.
I'm not in agony today. I thought I was coming down with hayfever... but it was a very mild common cold. This has stayed with me and now I'm feeling run-down and ill. Which is unusual for me, because I tend to think of a common cold as a bodily purge, driving out accumulated toxins. There is, apparently, some scientific fact behind this. The virus boosts your interferon levels. Interferon fights hepatitis C, among other things. It also protects against cancer. But while my interferon levels may have been enhanced I feel rather un-boosted in nearly all respects ...
I'm sure there was something else to say but it escapes me. Of course, the minute I log out, it shall return!
Re my PPS of yesterday night I found out:
A spinal block is not the same as an epidural. But it is, apparently, a procedure used as an alternative and more popular in America than here. Anyone looking for a really good labour pains site (including spinal blocks, etc), click here.
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I too am sick. Get well
Hey Gledwood! I don't know the protocol--I hope it's okay that I'm responding to you here : )
Actually--I have visited your blog before (must have linked through Whitenoise.) You are unflinchingly revealing. I admire that. (Forgive me if that's a seriously bourgeois thing to say : )
Oh--and here's why I refer to myself as CountryMouse
Thanks for visiting : )
Interesting blog you have here. I like it and I'll be back.
Get well too, J.
I always assume the protocol is to reply to comments underneath them, only if it's important or urgent or you have other cause to get in touch, highlight+copy the comment and leave it on theirs; that's what I always do. And no, you don't sound bourgeois, K!
CM: Duh! That is so typical of me. Was I roaring drunk last night when I left the comment? You know the word "Mouse" pricks up my ears bc I have had pet hammies, mice, furry rodents of all descriptions for years and love them to bits ....
AND BY THE WAY::--!!
Who deleted a comment??!? I shouldn't ask that; I'm sure it will only make the "culprit" feel more paranoid. I get paranoid leaving comments sometimes. "Cold print" can be mercilessly unrevealing when you long to breathe your own speaking voice into your words ...
& FINALLY, IN RESPONSE TO "M": Thanks you. And I shall do vice-versa ...
xDD jaja, good blog. I don't know where to answer you what you asked in a comment in my blog (http://lipiz.blogspot.com), so here you have:
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I'm writing in a variant of Catalan (Catalunya, spain),Ciutadellenc. It's a dialect from Ciutadella de Menorca, a balear island of spain. In the same island there are about three or four slightly different dialects, and the island has only 45Km long!. The ours is the hardest to understand jeje. Check http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minorca and you will see where is it exactly. I think it would like you jejeje.
I will visit your blog, don't worry!! ;)
thanks for commenting!
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Thanks for answering, L. I looked at what you'd written. I could sort of semi-understand it (bc I supposedly speak French). And yet it was not French. And certainly was not Spanish. How odd! I'd heard about a mysterious "tongue" spoken in the Balearics, but never knew what it was called so thanxx for enlightening me!
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