Just a little a Rant!

Today I had a letter in the post; it was a review letter from my last Hospital appointment.  It’s a 4page recap and some of it is fine and helpful and then other parts are like WHAT the bloody hell, did they even listen to me in that room. I swear sometimes I just want to tell doctors to back the fuck off and just leave me, let’s face it I’m a ticking time bomb we all know FA will be the death of me one day so what’s the point of doing this dance to try and prevent it. (but I don’t because I am better than that and I have my mum with me at all my appointments and no mother wants to hear that coming from their sons mouth) Sometimes I do really want too it’s the truth and sometimes the truth hurts.

I don’t want to sound like an ungrateful brat because I am so grateful for what they have done for me, and I know they are only trying to do is best for me. It’s just hard sometimes because it’s ME not them living with this disease, and the just don’t understand. I guess it really is a love/hate relationship with doctors.

Rant Over.

And there was a Big Bang!

And there was a Big Bang!

It was the sound of my fat bum falling out of bed at 2am this morning. Now I know some FAers say drinking and smoking (when I say smoking I mean cannabis) which I don’t do and I am not going to sit here and bash them who do, I’ve got nothing against it I just don’t like the whole inhaling smoke thing that’s why I don’t smoke. (I have though last time I smoked cannabis was at school to fit in will the cool kids ha-ha and I know there are other way you can eat it which is a whole different matter I threw up and had to have a sleep)

I do drink but not much like last night I had 2 beers and it hit me like a ton of breaks between the eyes. I had just finished watching a film (I was in bed) and I rolled over and rolled straight out of bed and crashed on the floor, knocking a few things of my bedside table along the way. I didn’t hurt myself by the way, so I was sat on my floor and 2am in my boxers and socks. (Thinking shit how am I going to get back into bed, as everyone else in my bungalow was asleep) I should point out in my bedroom I have laminate flooring as it’s just easier to roll over than carpet. 

So I cooked up a plan in my head and this is what I did.  I pulled my quilt to the floor and placed it under me and then pull myself up on my knees, first few times I kept failing and slipping. And then I got there so now I’m on my knees and up against the side of my bed (and I have a double bed too) and then I do a few press up type things to get my uperbody on the bed, then I reach out to grab the other side of the bed and pull myself up. All I kept repeating in my head during all this was S.D.M.F which stands for Strength, Determination, Merciless, Forever.

As soon as I got myself back into bed I turned everything off and went to sleep.  Maybe I should give up drinking because let’s face it I’m a lightweight so if any ladies out there looking a cheap date then hook me up hahahaha.