That’s kind of…. no exactly how I felt today, like I was filled with bubbles. Shallow and frivolous and fluffy bunny like.  I was quite surprised to not find myself skipping around the park sucking on a brightly coloured lollipop of some description.

Who knows why?  Maybe it was the total lack of pressure flowing at me that I could feel.  Maybe it was the sun breaking the clouds and warming up the world again… Maybe it was the messing around with IT stuff and other people’s websites and things like that.

Who knows?  But what I do know is for the first time in what feels like forever I didn’t want to be sick.  I didn’t fall asleep at work and I didn’t find it an effort to move.  AND oh-ho getthis people of the world I climbed three flights in HEELS without stopping whilst carrying on a conversation and (while in no way breathing steadily) did not need to have a sit down to recover!

Could it be?  Could this be the beginning steps to health?

Tomorrow I go to Manchester to play learn about new computer systems.  I go on train I play learn, I come back on train, I go to Starbucks at least twice and will in no way feel like I am cheating on my local Starbucks when I go to the other one.  I like my local one - everyone who works there are beautiful souls who make you feel like it is a joy to serve you coffee.  I know it’s probably a pain in the arse but they never let you see that.  Love them.  A lot.

Although slightly less than I love you guys for putting up with the whining about health crap - maybe, just maybe it’s on the way up.  Like the bubbles.

Today was a bad day.

I had a whole breathing issue and a whole sweating like a whore in church affair and the tiredness! God damn! I spent pretty much the entire day trying to catch my… it was bad. I got a look of concern from my mother… which made me panic a little. She NEVER looks concerned! Lungs are clearer now, pain has gone… Google scared the ever living crap out of me.

It was not a good day.

Mild annoyances made me fill with rage and then I all but passed out.

But then… after having a slice of the Marks and Spencer’s orgasm inducing chocolate cheesecake… the lights came on.

Then Top Gear… something to watch on a Sunday! Finally!

And then - news - I won something! That’s when I began to smile - I really should have checked my linkbacks (or whatever they’re called) earlier.

God, I love Hilly… I’ve been listening to her show while typing this which is why this is so hopeless… It’s just too good! I really should have started this earlier… but this is… oh… my fingers have stopped working… And no get your minds out of the gutter. Not like that.

It’s funny (not for me) but I have gone from ready to jump anything to not even having a naughty thought in less than a month. I need to find something to get excited about.

Anyone got any ideas?

It was the St. George’s Day parade in Kirkham today. The weather was miserable but there were more people on the street than I have seen in a long time. It gave me hope. I was down there to take more photos for the scouts and so had to keep running from the back back over to the front of the parade.

For a brief moment I forgot how unhealthy I was and ran. It felt good for… ooo… five seconds and then the heart pounding and the shaking and the being totally unable to breath. Oh, and then the throwing up and the needing to lie down and then the sleeping for 8 hours.

Great. I really do feel ready for the scrap heap.

It was St George’s Day on the 23rd. Patron Saint of half a dozen countries and the Scout Association. Fought a dragon y’know. Feels just like the person we should be following.

My brain is not doing well today