Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Weird

Just woke up having gone trough an aqua therapy session earlier today. Strange, in I would  I bet I couldn't go go any where near the the pool, great in that I did. It was the first time I'd left the house since trying to convert the nerve pain  drugs I'm on. Score. The other thing is that is I can't really type or spell that well. hmm. The weirdest bit? I have have no appetite. None. I've had no appetite for weeks, at all. It is strange. I know its very unhealthy, and I'm making sure I eat something healthy every day, but I don't really care what it is. Fuck.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Babylon.

I want chicken, cheese, some of that barbecue sauce thingy, some black olives and thats it. "That's all? But look at all the choices on my options Babylon." Yeah. religio. Look how Babylon went. Just what I asked for thanks.

Unexpexpected.

MS Had that for for decades. That's a nightmare I know. Nerve pain? I've never been beaten up like that before.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Entertainment

Superman trounced by Monsters. Jim not hot happy. James gone, sorely missed. Isle of Man cancelled. Lowry will always split arts world. Jamie Barton singer of the of the world. Les Dennis on Celbrity Masterchef.  Iain Bank's last novel published.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Drugs.

Drug transfer. The first set of nerve pain pain drugs, that didn't work out, in that I couldn't walk on them and are now being processed out. Should of known they were full on, " You need to take less over over the next two weeks." What? OK Now rolling in the in next set of control modules across the reduction of the old. The pain is a little worse than it was, I'm sure it'll settle down as the new drugs increase. Right? Personally, I can't stand drugs. But, I really can't stand never ending nerve pain. Anyone reading this wondering where my stand up class has gone, that's where its gone. Into a never-ending flash of pain that I'm trying to to drug under control. Fuck.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Exception.

I hate all adverts. You speak slightly too fast, speak slightly too loud, know little of what you are are paid to sell and show too much teeth. Those of you who will not not do anything without talking to Angie? Check out her list of hairdressers, You've all been cut like bods. This doesn't include the bloke who takes his t-shirt off during the Caesar  Pizza advert. Funny.

Entertainment.

Your film topped the box office. Whatever day improved book sales. Against the odds, your book won a prize. Your record is one of the best of the year. An old ballet dancer is dead. Your performance enchanted critics. You are a talker with a throat complaint. Your family paintings did well.

Mediocre.

How to make the Orwellian invasive seem mediocre.Of course we check who you you phone. Of course we check what you look at. You put up shit photo's of what you do? We look at those too. You have opinions? We know. You have lots of likes? We know. We know what your friends like too. We don't look at it, we don't don't have to right?

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Better?

Your bags of crisps are now full of air. You product is no better, yet more expensive. You are not close to being the best. Better? Better than shit, but that that's it. Ah, much better.

Ex Drugs

I've been back from the beach for a few days. I'm now changing up the drugs to control the nerve pain that I have. I knew the previous drugs were hardcore. I now know for sure  as I can't just stop taking them, I have to step the dose down over three weeks.
Should be on the label before you go anywhere near them! A new effort at controlling the pain starts today, married with the departing trippy yet ineffective drug that I started with. A new relationship, anchored by an ex that will not be exed.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Ribache.

I don't know where we ate at for our last dinner. It was great. I ordered a half slab of ribs. This proved wise when I realized I could barely get through them. They were great though.

Hoorah!

I've come to the conclusion that living in a word jungle, where little makes sense for a while, is no bad thing. Everything is a surprise, "Hoorah!' or not "Oh." but it all drifts away. I do know what's happening, I think, it just takes so much effort to care. Therfore, "Hoorah!", at least for a while.

Coma Vaca Conclusion

The morning drugs are quietly kicking in. They need to be there. They mean I can't walk that well, and they will wipe me out in half an hour or so. But, without them the nerve pain is unbelievably bad. With them it sits in a sulk at tieback of my head. So, holiday? It was great to see john and Sue, who are off to Philly, where a nine hour lay over leaves them plenty of time to grab a bus tour. I can see my uncle charging up the Rocky steps, Philly cheese steak in one hand, twirling a hoodie in the other. My advice? If you have to spend a week whacking down nerve pain, do it in a darkened room, though the the sunsets have been magnificent and the food was great.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Coma Vaca

Dis I imention Carolina was beautiful? Tis, though I haven't seen much of it. Everyone else is happily wandering around, swimming in the sea, trying to go on helicopter rides. I'm going between comas as best I can. I'm not complaining, its actually quite nice, I do get the impression that some may think, Si's not having a good holiday. Wrong. Si is fine, just coma-ing along.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Day Play.

Its beautiful, house is on the beach, right on the the sea. Its humid, I'm hot. I've only taken one of the knock out nerve pain drugs today as I figured we better make the plane. We woke at 6am. Plane at 8am. Made it by getting the fastest cab driver un town followed by the quickest wheelchair operator alive. Detroit. Got to the gate with time to spare. Did fall, but outside of shitting everyone up, job done. Carolina, beautiful. Now awaiting my uncle. Should be able to walk better tomorrow.

Friday, June 7, 2013

Manic Miner.

Manic Miner was a great game. It was a Christmas treat for my 16k spectrum. Then the spectrum disappeared for a few days. When it came back, it was 48k, able to play Elite and other games I'd only read about. I played them. I preferred Manic Miner. These were the days when games were booted by playing a tape. Changing my mind for an old game was not popular. Then came Jet Set Willy. Manic Miner plus! That's what it said. Roam through screens of fun. You could. Unless you made that mistake of jumping into the abyss, when the game locked into repeat until you turned it off. That's what the last few days have been like.Push back the nerve pain with the drugs? Gotcha. Wander around having fun? Will do. Unless, it locks into a repeat, then you have to turn off for a while. I loved manic Miner. Jet Set Willy? Fun but annoying.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

3D Nerve Attack

4:26am. Raining. Up. The drugs I'm taking to back off the nerve attack are working. I was hoping for a total cessation, but I knew that it was going to take longer. I still have the the shots across my neck, head, teeth and such, I now have better control over them. The drugs have fucked up my walking and put me into a trippy state, where I know what's going on, I just don't care so much. I can feel the attacks as I type, they are a less scary now that I know they don't spell imminent death. Annoying really, a fly that will not leave your sandwich alone, with a nerve pain kicker. Today? On with the the drugs, trip out the nerve pain with the light fantastic. The title of this blog inspired by the spectrum game, 3D Ant Attack. Which wasn't really in 3D, but great anyway.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

MS Treats.

Yesterday, I went for my monthly infusion with a slight worry in mind. 3 days ago I picked up sweeping nerve pain, across my face, neck and head. I was worried that this spelled out the end game for Tysabri. I was wrong. Its just just another MS treat I hadn't come across before. Its difficult to say just how painful sweeping nerve pain is. It goes everywhere, people have teeth pulled,convinced that must be the problem. That did occur to me. Wrong. Its just shit. Some think its a stroke. Wrong. See previous answer. You can get drugs to sort it out. True, though they take a little time. Its so bad,when they couldn't treat it, people thought of suicide. True. Now I know what I'm up against I can get through it. True. Don't like it at all, but its manageable. I can feel it right now? True.