When I was taking my pills this morning I realised I was short four. I had requested more steroids last Tuesday and promptly forgot. So after breakfast I went up to the doctors and the pharmacist and now I am completely drugged up. While I was waiting for my prescription, I posted our letting agreement to our agent so now we can stay in the house until October 2010. Then I went to a charity shop and purchased 70p worth of wool. I’m going to knit something stripy. I don’t know what yet.

Hot damn I wish I had something incredible to share with you! But I don’t. I started writing and came up with this:

I had a very bad headache yesterday so I took some painkillers and laid down. I didn’t feel any better until I finally had dinner at 21:30 – I believe I was hungry. So note to self: if feeling crappy and haven’t eaten for a while, try eating something.

What the hell? I mean dear lord I knew I was boring but really?

At least when I was depressed I could moan about how much my life sucks. Now I have the pesky habit of seeing the bright side again.

Which is not to say I want to be depressed again, no thank you.

Dietitian is tomorrow and I’ve roped Weasel in to going with me. I’m scared. I’m going to tell him that reducing the cheese is possible, but limiting it to 30g at a time is not possible. I am miss cheese. I’m also going to ask him to please not put me on a diet, but to help me eat healthily, I only hope he’ll listen.

Horatio managed to rearrange some things and we will get our long weekend after all. I’m pleased and excited. I’m going to take my wheelchair with me so I think we’ll get to do a lot more this time too.