Day starts.

Coffee done. Breakfast, yoghurt and cinnamon cereal. Then, get ready, ramp down the back as best I can, then meet my new neurologist. Sounds cool, lets see if he does the, "You're still alive? Blimey. How do we fix it? Don't have a clue to be honest." Bless. It takes a lot of training to pitch ignorance with that level of confidence.

Dog Chorus

The sound of the dogs calling across the gardens, "Spring you toilet! Outside. Now!" Abbey then shuffled back into the house with the lower pitched,"come on winter, we've all had a good time....best to leave , eh?" Then, dramatic slump to the floor, snooze and wait for message to take effect.

Primary.

Its good to know where your first instinct lies. Mine is to call the ridiculous out where it stands. I've found over the years that I don't care how important the holder of the bullshit flame feels they are or indeed is, I call how I see, always, I can't help it. This can be tricky, uncomfortable, slightly dangerous at times but for me, is always essential. The world needs balance. When power is unchecked and blindly followed, we get into all sorts of shit. That, and I find pushing the buttons of the self regarding hilarious.

Dream Orchestrate.

Just woke up, the rest of the day a briefly pingy, druggy, distant dream. I have vague memories of sleeping around the house. Evidence of movement?  Glasses of water and such would indicate that this is so. Or, that I started my own bottle orchestra in my sleep. Mmm, would explain the tunes running in my head.

Swings and Roundabouts.

On the one hand I am fairly crippled by my back which I twinged stupidly yesterday. Walking down to a little as I can get away with.
However, I spend my life negotiating with being able to walk.Last year I had to spend 5 months re-learning how to walk. MS had hit apocalypse mode. I read my MRI reports 2009-3011, they read like a obituary for a life tragically taken. Bugger. Led me to Tysabri which I have infused once a month. Acts as a protective barrier in my blood and stops the attacks. Works great, can kill. Swings and roundabouts. So bad back = no walking. The Percocet I've taken to help it out, pleasantly trippy and lets my mind wander wherever it would like. Swings and roundabouts.

Perkycet

What I got for calling my first post back in two years Back, was a nice twinge as I pulled a muscle in my back giving Abbey some water. I've had back issues before, its amazing how quickly you know you're fucked and there's nothing you can do about it except sit staring at the telly with an old man whisky face.
 The old blokes who sit laughing at the bar shift slightly in their seat, then laugh no more.
However, Percocet, can make this nightmare a lot more fun. It may still hurt, but I don't care about it a lot, enjoy the telly a lot more, moving from intense murder programs to lighter fare, where laughing doesn't cause half as much pain. Bless.

Back.

Back. I haven't looked at blogger for two years I think. i always enjoyed chucking stuff up, then gigged England and a picked up a troll whose lovely messages made me ditch blogger and run across twitter and Facebook. Anyway fuck him/her/it. If you hate me read something else, it ain't gonna change, much like the unloved, friendless, sexless existence which dawns like a dark cloud for you. Bless. Right. Earth's burning, Pope with one lung running the Catholic church kiddie fiddling camp, Jimmy Savile? Its not that we didn't see it coming but WTF! More to come.