Settling.

Its Friday. I had this months infusion on Wednesday. As happens every month, my blood takes a few days to absorb the drug I've had thrown into it. I'm still a little hazy, but things have relaxed quite a bit.
I know its still odd as I found myself listening to Wild Brain, a quiz from 1997 on Radio 4 Extra, and really pulling for Mr Sanders. He had an iffy second round, but I thought he'd pulled it back in the buzzer round. One answer out, nice try Mr Sanders.
There is a part of me that isn't convinced that I actually heard that, why would you put on a wild life quiz from 1997? I have this image in my mind of Mr Sanders sat crouching in front of his radio muttering and wincing to himself.
"I knew that. I knew that!" Don't revisit the loss Mr Sanders, move on my friend.
As I said, the blood takes a while to settle. ….

Reality Check

Last night, as I do any Thursday I can, I went to the impro drop in at Gressos. I always enjoy going, it is an accepting, safe room to work in, which is less common than you would think. I knew I was a little ropey (ill for my American friends) going in.
I got more into what we were doing as we went along, and finished out on a good pitch at the host of party quirks. Its a game where you to guess what other people are, and I always end up trying to figure out American historical figures that everyone knows i don't have a clue about. I love playing the game, as i know that I'm going to fuck it up.
At the end of the game I knew I'd pushed a little too far, and I felt my legs beginning to die a little. This was more helpful than you would think as I was beginning to think about getting back into performing live. The truth is that the drug I infuse means that I can walk, which I like, and that my MS is backed off to a certain extent. Last night was a small reminder of the cost I used to pay performing.
It doesn't mean that the Thursdays are done, I really like them. It was a useful heads up.

Cobble

I've spent time this morning trying to convince my AT and T Uverse to behave itself. I've checked the cables, rebooted it, and generally tried to cajole the miscreant back to life. No luck. The screen works for a little while, every now and again. Then, she goes back to sulking. Cow.

Internet? Spotty ate  best. Patched together using a personal hotspot off of my iPhone. But, I do have radio, books and guitars to play. So, sulk all you like, I was planning on bouncing you out anyway. Though, TV this evening, with proper Internet would be nice....

All the news that's fit…?

I download an English newspaper to my Kindle pretty much everyday. I've been downloading the Independent during the week,  The Times, and The New York times on a Sunday. This week I was out and picked up a physical copy of The New York Times, which is excellent. I thought, I'll try a copy of the Sunday Telegraph, see how the annoyed right wingers are doing. Oh….
One of their Sunday articles, the hair down there,  was about hollywood regret, how women who had had their pubic hair permanently lasered away, were attempting to get it back. Really. Apparently its very difficult and painful to bald it out to start, and really painful to get the roots back. I wasn't expecting that. I wonder... What will todays Telegraph will have?
It will have a story about a  porn boss who fell in love with his Dominatrix, and got ripped off by her. He keeps going to court for money and losing, I'm not sure if he's secretly really enjoying the shame. There is a town, Stockton-on-Tees that has had the bust of the wrong John Walker on display since1977. Maybe I've been misreading the Telegraph all these years. This is top entertainment!
Hang on, the house of Lords wants 80,000 pounds from the government, or they will end the 1,000 year old practice of printing Britain's laws on vellum. Phew! Balance restored.

Friday.

Come to think of it that weeks end thingy was a little premature, as I'm only really recovering today. Recovering on a lovely where the fuck is the sun day, which promised  snow apocalypse across the news this morning, followed by not a lot, as Columbus is not being hit that badly. As the flu flew, at whatever pace it liked, I got to do a load of tricky stuff, which January always brings.
 I got some super extra fun stuff as as I noticed my credit card being enjoyed by some tosser who likes Walmart. All done, so I now get to enjoy the grey sky, that sits like a relative who never wanted to come to your party anyway, but will stay for a nice long while, so that times not completely wasted.

Weeks End.

Having spent most of the last week loaded on NyQuil fighting against a flu that doesn't realize that the party is over and its time to go, I think its finally beginning to put its coat on. Its still looking around, listening to the tunes that I ran past it, but it finally seems to have copped to the fact that it is no longer welcome. I had the Flu shot. for the first time ever! Nothing. I know some would say, 

"Imagine how much worse it would have been with out it?"

I don't think that could have been any more trippy to be honest, short of an actual Dragon turning up. Haze now lifting, real world slowly coming back into view. Its still Winter? Bollocks.

Flued...

Wednesday, I had my first infusion of the year. It was fine and everything went well. Then Thursday turned up.
I was hit with an appalling cough,sleep riven eyes, a nose raining snot into the abyss, and a face that felt like someone had been punching it for quite a while. Since I had just had my infusion, I ran through the check-list for Tysabri drug armageddon in my head. I figured out I wasn't looking at total doom, just nasty flu. Goody.
Its now Saturday, and NyQuil and myself have been taking a good punt at kicking this flu out. I did get a flu shot, but this version was apparently hiding around the corner.
 I can recommend River on Netflix.