JeniWren's blog: "Dancing Bananas!!!"

He came round last night and the converstion steered towards God. He said something that made me believe he believed in God (fucking hell!!). So I asked him if he believed in God and he replied in his thick Yorkshire accent :

Must do !!! I'm going out with the Anti-Christ !!

Lemon juice

Scenario: I had ordered a curry and was dishing up with the help of Him. There were only a few slices of lemon that had come with the meal and we both liked it over our curries. He was complaining that his dish was hot, he had been eating it with his fingers and then he came to squish the lemon juice over the meal ….

Him: Fucking hell this curry is hot !!!

Me:  Man-up, it ain’t as hot as mine !!

Him: {squeezing lemon juice over meal} …. Ouch, it hurts !!!

Me:  Just squeeze it out and get it over and done with.

Him: {In pathetic whiney voice} ….. I am. It is stinging my fingers though.

Me: *Rolls eyes* …… poor baby !!!

Him: *completes task*

Me: You do realise there is a bottle of lemon juice in the fridge ??

Him: OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{5 minutes later}

Him: I hate you !!!!

Me: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!

I thought it was about time for another stoned blog ....

The plant in question is my first attempt at growing my own.

Him: When do you think your plant will be ready???

Me: I thought it was starting to smell the other day ...

Him: Of weed???

Me: Well yeah, I thought it was that until I realised that it was the raspberry candle beside it ...

Him: *speechless*

I am putting my SB on closedown.

I don't think I need to explain why. Lets just say i'm slightly irritated. (52)

Jen

I'm tired and worn out, I didn't sleep again at all last night! The whole situation with regards to my foot is having an impact on my mental and general health.

I have been to the Dr's today after totally loosing it on the phone with my program manager at university this morning. He thought it would be a good idea to see my G.P about my foot and ask for a second opinion. He re-iterated again today that I couldn't return until the fracture had completely healed, he understands my frustrations and finds it a totally ludicrous situation.

My doctor thinks I look 'bloody horrendous' (thanks), my skin is sallow, my eyes black and I have a huge coldsore that appeared yesterday, due to the stress and anxiety of the last week. I confirmed that I felt as bad as I looked. I can't remember the last time I looked like this. She told me to up my intake of amitriptyline to whatever level I needed and told me to take 3 co-dydramols (now you're only supposed to take two due to the paracetamol). Bless her, she wanted to knock me out. However, I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had already upped my amitriptyline and had actually used four weeks worth in one week and that last night I actually took 6 co-dydramol altogether, which didn't work, as I spent the rest of my night doing jigsaw puzzles. 

She tried to get me to take an anti-depressant, but I refused ..... i'm not going back to hell again. It may feel like i'm in purgatory, but I know i'm not.

She tried to speak to Mr Kader (my consultant) but the fucknut is on holiday for the next two weeks and doesn't return until 15th. She did however arrange with his secretary that I will ring 14th and they will arrange an appt then, for the following day, there is some reason for this fucking malarkey, but I truthfully can't remember, my head is that fucked. 

I also arranged yesterday with PALS (liaison team @ hosp ... when you ain't happy) that they will consult with Mr Kader (ha! good luck, he ain't there), they are supposed to be getting back to me by Friday. 

This is a fucking unbelievable nightmare. I showed my doctor the bottom of my foot today and she agrees that it isn't quite right. I am unable to separate my toes, I simply have no feeling there. The side of my foot is also misshapen and looks con-caved. 

Mark phoned this morning and said he would be coming up tonight if he could get away early from work ... He just phoned while I wrote that. He isn't coming, I think my coldsore put him off, although he says he doesn't care about that, he is just knackered and doesn't fancy a two hour car journey. I really don't care either, i'm dropping and i'm going to bed after i've posted this rant. This is starting to feel way too much like a relationship for my liking.

This is for no one in particular, I don't care who reads it, nor do I care if it is too much shite for you to read ... it is my shite and I just needed to vent!

Goodnight!

Jen

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You're are probably all aware that it is make CUBBY GREEN day. He is being a bigger HOAR than ever with the help of his friends.

We all want him to be a the first man to be GREEN!

Can you please hit the 'LIKE' button when you see him scrolling or one of his blasts. You can also access him through the active bling section on your profile page.

Your help is very much appreciated :)

Thanks

JEN

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I forgot to tell everyone why Sparkly hasn't been on since Monday. His Nan had a stroke, so he has travelled down to see her. He doesn't know when he will be back online, but I will text him tomorrow to see how things are with his Nan.

Can someone remind me if I forget as my head is all fucked up at present!!!

I haven't been on much in the last week. I'm bored of the site ... had too much of it in a huge dose over the last three months.

I also have other things on my mind. I seen the consultant on Wednesday about my foot .... i'm not fucking happy! They don't want to perform surgery yet as the CT scan showed "slight healing" ....

Me: yeah I get that, but what are you going to do about the part of the bone that is sticking out????

Him: ... Well, we hope that will eventually be coverd by scar tissue

Me: .... really??

Him: ....Well, yes, it isn't giving you any pain, so we think this is the most appropriate course of action.

Me: How do you know it isn't giving me any pain, you haven't even asked me???

Him: Well you didn't wince when I pressed it.

Me: And??? That doesn't prove it isn't giving me pain.

Him: Well, we think it would be doing you a diservice to operate at present. So we want to wait another 4 weeks.

Me: You are joking??? Do you realise how miserable my life is at the moment??? I've already spent the last 15 weeks off work because your department doesn't seem to know its arse from its elbow. Now you are asking me to come back in 4 weeks for ANOTHER x-ray.

Him: Yes, we are very sorry for the time it has ...... blah de blah de blah!

Me: So I can't go back to work???

Him: No, not yet.

Me: .... *speechless*

This was the gist of the conversation, much more to it. I don't know how I refrained from telling him he was a fucking jackass. This is the same hospital that I do my training at so I already knew beforehand he was a fucking jackass.

And i've given up smoking now. So i'm even more demented than normal.