rambles in a world of my own

I didn’t think it had been this long since I updated, but apparently I’m extremely slack lately!

This all still feels so weird, it’s hard to put into words, but it’s kind of like I still feel it’s a dream and will get ripped away any second. Under no stretch of the imagination can I say I miss the RSD though! It’s peaceful without it, but I’m struggling to keep my concentration in nay one place.

In the past six years a very good nights sleep for me has been three hours due to the pain. This pattern seems to have been deeply imbedded in my as my sleep pattern hasn’t returned; but I do keep falling asleep on the laptop! I get logged in, set up, then while I’m waiting for something to set up I nod off (really annoying!). still, I suppose I shouldn’t complain as it’s increasing my sleep time.

It took the best part of a week, but my physios did finally get out. They’ve been coming every weekday to do work (shock, horror, since when did the NHS do what I ask?) to do general work, but all my other problems are still making it tediously slow. We’re waiting on funding for a specialised wheelchair for me now, knowing them it’ll take months though, not good when I want to be up. If it’ll be better in the long run though then I guess it is worth the wait, it just really annoys me to know I can do something but not have the equipment I need.

…I suppose I could always auction my father off to pay for it  lol, but I think I’d have to pay for someone to take him away!

Going back to my physios they are both male, but unfortunately weedy and ugly (send me a cute physio and I might just work harder!). I’m going to get pictures of both of them with or without their permission so when I nag about them you can put a name to the faces. At the moment my main grump about them (apart form the fact that Barry seems to have a radar so he can put his finger in a sore on my ankle every single time he moves me) is that they brought me a virus. I hate that I seem to catch every slight thing that comes in the room and get a strong bout of it. I hope my immune system picks up sooner rather than later or I’m never going to be able to go out in crouds.

And finally I’m a chicken, it has been scientifically proven!!! I wanted to send an email to a professional dancer on strictly come dancing called Brian Fortuna to say I loved his dancing and thought he was great. He also specialises in wheelchair ballroom, and I’ve head over heels fallen for him. I wrote out the email, with my appreciation and how I’d love it if I was well enough to go to the live show next year, put it in the web form on his page, filled out my details then chickened out and ran for the hills. I do that far too often for my liking, I blame my mother’s genes!

…So, I think I’m probably crazy to be asking this, but any non-chickens in the area are welcome to do what I couldn’t, let him know he’s an inspiration, and point me out where I’ll be hiding nervously under the settee! I admit if I got a reply for my birthday I’d be on cloud nine, but that would just be an added benefit.
I'm not sure if i'm hoping someone will take this bait or dreading it... but i think i'm hoping, or i might have to pull my finger out and use my own guts

Ok, I’m officially rambling so I’ll now make myself sign off

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