Inexplicably, LandBaron has decided to turn off the central heating entirely, despite it currently being freezing. Thanks for the frostbite.
I�m 25 on Friday, which is a pleasing-sounding age to be. Sadly, I have to spend the day at work, but next Wednesday we�ve managed to wrangle a Lab Away Day out of Uber Boss and have decided to celebrate my birthday then instead. The Lab Away Day consists of walking in the Peaks for two hours, eating lunch, sitting in the pub getting pissed, and then going for a curry and getting even more pissed.
I�m a bit concerned about the walking bit; James and I have been going on practise hikes at the weekend to try and train me up for Alaska and some have absolutely broken me. It�s really frustrating, because there�s so much I want to do and my body�s still just weak and unresponsive. Plus I�m worrying that I�m too bloody proud to ask everyone to stop so that I can rest, because I feel ridiculous. In more positive news though, me and the boy went to a camping shop last weekend and bought me some new hiking boots, so I no longer have to strap on my weird brown leather steel toe-capped ones that are from the 80s and weigh a ton.
So, what�s been going on? Well, lots of boring work crap that I won�t bore you with. Lots of Becky religion crap that I won�t bore you with. I�m off to see my gran on Thursday, I�m spending Easter in Dumfries and I appear to spend most of my free time at the moment watching Masterchef and doing creative writing, which is almost definitely of a very low quality. Same old same old really.
I�m going to finish on a sombre note, which I apologise for. I spoke to my sister at the weekend, who has been suffering for the last few years with supposed RSI of the shoulder. Anyway, it got to the point where she was suffering awful shoulder and neck pain, as well as crippling headaches, so the doctor sent her for nerve conduction tests and an MRI scan (yay for her job�s one perk, bar the huge salary: excellent private health insurance). It turns out that she has a mild prolapsed disc in her neck, and degeneration of the spine in her lower back, but nothing serious enough to warrant an operation. She has also lost the myelin sheath from some of the nerves in her arm, though they�ve ruled out MS, thank God, as it appears that the myelin is slowly growing back. The doctor thinks that the pain she�s suffering with is some sort of post-viral infection thing, and has no explanation at all for her dreadful headaches. He�s therefore sent her to an osteopath for her neck and a neurologist for her headaches, with the neurologist specialising in post-viral infections to help with the pain. I�m trying not to worry, because she�s seeing the best people there are, but you can�t help but worry irrationally about it being an auto-immune disease or a brain tumour or something. Stupid, incredibly unlikely, worst-case scenario catastrophisizing. I guess it�s just human nature to do it.
Actually, finishing on a sad note is too had to do. Because John�s been pestering me to do it, I�ve recorded myself playing. I tried to record myself in a good light, but it turns out that I cannot play a song without making at least six mistakes so I�m afraid it�s a video of me fadging up on numerous occasions. The song is The Model by Belle and Sebastian. Enjoy!