Blodgivning. Elleeeeer?

Idag gick jag för att ta prover så att jag ska få ge blod. Det är liksom dags nu. Jag fyller alla kriterier och får göra det och har ingen anledning att inte göra det (förutom den jädra latheten...).

Så jag gick dit.

Efter att ha gått vilse lite.

Och sa mitt glada HEJ och frågade vad de behövde av mig för att jag skulle få ge blod. Mitt leg, sa den rara henniskan i kassan. Okej, sa jag och sträckte fram mitt körkort. Det här har ju inte de fyra sista siffrorna på, sa hen. Nej, sa jag. Okej, sa hen, då sa jag kolla upp om det är okej.

Och det borde det vara, kom hen fram till, pga EU/EES-körkort. Men efter en liten stund blev hen osäker igen och ringde en kollega för att kolla.

Och enligt vad jag kunde utröna sa kollegan ungefär...

...

Så. Alltså. Om jag hade varit engelsk medborgare med engelskt körkort hade det varit en okej legitimation att använda.
Eftersom jag är svensk medborgare måste jag ha svenskt leg.

Okej.

Men.

Det är alltså svårare för mig pga är svensk medborgare?

Får gå tillbaka med passet helt enkelt. För mitt blod ska de banne mig ta!

Find your own way.

I don't get it. It's so easy to write. It's so.. natural. I keep thinking I don't have the time, but to be honest, I do. I just need to plan better, sleep less? Read less, be less lazy.



I wish there was an easy way to write whilst walking. Don't say pen&paper - I won't be able to read my squiggles...



I need to nail down this routine thing. I need to get better at getting up in the morning. I need to find a way to stop getting ill all the time.



So far this morning two people have said I don't look well. But I can't take another day off work; sick days are a bit of a no-no in the real world, if I've understood it all right. Sure, if I'm ill I should stay home. Both to get myself better and to make sure no one else catches whatever lurgy I've got. But when you're ill this much? Ridiculous. Clearly, I need a job where I can work from home.



Trip back to the doctor's is probably a good idea. But they'll just tell me to get more fresh air and exercise. Blahblahblah.



Anyway. Oh, and yes. I'm writing this from work. Lunch break, I think it's called...



Wow, it turned into another moan. Sorry!

On writing.

I would like to write again. I say this a lot, I know. But as you'll have noticed from my lack of activity on here I've not had much time for any kind of writing, unfortunately.

What would I like to write? And why would I like to write? If I had the choice - as we so often wish we did - I'd write something that made a difference. To someone, anyone.

A lot of what I read at the moment (online, that is) is mindless. Rubbish. Surely I could do better? Some is witty descriptions of their every day life, and is actually amusing. I could do that? Not much, but some, of what I read is commentary on current affairs, to do with mental health or in other ways 'interest'-blogs. But what am I interested in? More to the point, what am I interested enough in to write insightful, entertaining blog posts about?

I recently promised someone I went to uni with to read and comment on a short story he's recently written (I haven't done this yet, but will tonight. Promise!). He's clearly carried on writing. Maybe not continuously since he left Lancaster back in, oh 2007? - but he's writing. And of that I am jealous.

So, where is my inspiration? How do I stop being such a grumpy sod complaining about not writing, and just make myself write?

Over and out.

Steps 21+22nd April and other assorted fun.

Forgot to reset the counter - so over Weds/Thurs I walked 22551 steps. Not toooooo bad...

This week has been hectic. I've been doing so many different things I don't know what I'm doing in the end. Will be nice to have a relaxing weekend though. Hah! As if.

I'm slightly frustrated by the lack of enthusiasm in certain projects but nothing new there. I just wish people wouldn't take me and other people, and the work we do, for granted. Watch what happens if I take a step back...

Finally spoke to my parents last night, I've been complaining (heh) they haven't rung me in ages but to be fair I've not rung them either... I'm incredibly bad at keeping in touch (which you'll probably know if you know me at all!) and it's something I need to get better at.

But not now. Now I have to go get ready for work.

It's good to write, even if they're just words and there's not much too them. But I like (nearly) all words.

Bitty writing.

8.46am. Busy day ahead - am on just over 4000 words and will get to 6000 today. At least. Not been sticking to my plan at all (no surprises there!) but that's ok. This is manageable. Or is it managable?

The presentation went well. Am quite pleased.

Tomorrow is Mike's birthday. We've bought each other a TV as birthday present - it will arrive tomorrow. Our old one gave up (imploded!) just before we went to Sweden 6 weeks ago. It was rather undramatic really - the light kind of went smaller and smaller dead quick, then there was a pop and it wasn't working. So we've been using our old little one. Looks ridiculous in our rather large front room.

I miss sewing. When I've handed in my dissertation I've got a number of things on my to-do list... Sewing. Format my hard drive and sort out all files/programs. Find a job. And so on. Probably in that order as well.

I've been reading Pauline's blog and it makes me want to write more. But every time I do it ends up like this. Bitty. Not very interesting.

Oh well.