Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Seems like life is determined to get rid of me somehow. Clive has been haivng a lot of trouble with his legs. At night they hurt. Like someone is sticking nails in them. He just told me that he kept getting up during the night and taking paracetamol. I aksed him how many he took last night. He told me he wasn't sure. Somewhere between 10 and 12!!! Is he trying to kill me? He wont phone the doc and make an appointment. I am going to do it myself if I have to, and recruit my sister to help me get him there if I have to. He is such a pain right now.
I was told by a neighbour this morning, that I look awful. She says she has never seen me look so bad. Wow. now I feel REALLY good.................not!
My monitor gave up the ghost this morning. Luckily I had a spare one upstairs. Its huge, and its old, but I can use it. It doesn't leave me with any room on my desk. EEEEEEEEEEEEEK