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April 2008

Reboot

Facts

  • Got out of hospital yesterday.
  • Had 2 counts of vertebroplasty. Follow-up appointment in 6 weeks.
  • Slowly catching up on my information firehose.
  • My music player died. Couldn't find anybody willing to perform surgery on it.

Hospital Notes

  • Hospital is fine when you know your arrival and departure times.
  • You feel like everyone's your friend until you realise your name's on the board above your head.
  • I found myself combing my hair for lack of anything better to do. Pretty low.
  • I have a bandage on my wrist and I keep looking at it for the time.
  • Hospital food ain't half bad. I'd say two-thirds, tops.
  • Hack of the day: using the Patientline screen as a light to do sudoku. And write this.
  • Weirdest. Snoring. Ever.
  • I get the feeling when they say "squeeze my hands as hard as you can", they don't really mean it.
  • Butter: Allergy advice: Contains milk.
  • Fucking pedal bins.

Thoughts

  • Friends are awesome.
  • Probably overdid it today. Need to rest properly, but I don't wanna give up.
  • I have a tendency to feel like I should change in some big way now, but maybe really I'm just changing all the time.
  • Some time soon I might have to stop asking myself questions and start answering them.

Patience never ever knows

My plans:

  • Pub quiz tomorrow. Fran'dabi'dozi!
  • Back to school Wednesday. Should probably start on homework before then.
  • Eye test next Monday. Will be interesting to see how much more blind I am.
  • Surgery next Wednesday, 16th April. Finally getting the back operation (vertebroplasty, probably kyphoplasty), will be off school Wednesday, Thursday, and possibly Friday.
  • School ends 23rd May. Exams annoyingly start two days before that.
  • Latitude Festival 17th-20th July. All the cool kids are going. Well, some of the cool kids. Well, me. And I like to pretend to be cool sometimes, so that counts, right?
  • Exam results August. Three As or it wasn't worth it.
  • Leeds University September. Unless Gill finds some way to blackmail me.

A while ago I'd be scared to think of even these little bits of my life planned out. My feelings are still mixed, but I think I like having some vague direction.

Now, should I get a haircut? Shave? Have corn flakes for breakfast? Answers on a postcard. Or in the feedback form, whichever is most convenient. I need your guidance.

Just so you know

I'm not bothering doing anything for April Fools'. I'm going to bed after I post this and I don't plan on getting up until noon.

The past few days have been confusing. Not that I want it to stop. Big things.

tH