Night two: managed some kip and this is my sole attempt at wakeyness today before I have some munchies and return to my pit.
A vicious evening in my humble opinion. Obs duty. Nothing happened. At all. The night before was rife with potential but to use a fishing metaphor, the tiddlers were knocking the bait and float about to hell, but no big bite Last night? Absolutely naff all. Complete waste of time. You'd think it's easy to sit and watch a patch of ground for nine hours, but it's actually draining in a whole different kind of way, and when you're at the wrong end of your bodyclock it's absolutely evil. Can't drink coffee, 'coz then you've got to get rid of the liquid at some point and there's no bog - can't go for a slash in the bushes 'coz obviously you'll show out to the bad guys. It's evil, and it's annoying when the highlight of you kicking the crap out of your system is a cat wandering across your field of view.
Health check. Nope, not been told I've got three seconds to live. Neither have I been told that I'm immortal and can only improve with age (damn!). I have got a pile of antibiotics to take, on the offchance that this is viral in origion, and a "come back next week" when all my results from various proddings and pokings are in. Doc was on this occaision 100 percent more pleasant to deal with than last time, almost affable. Maybe he had a bad day, maybe it was "maybe this fat gimp isn't a total hypercondriac after all and I've got some work to do here". I shall put his "git" status in abayance and see what happens here. The good news is, unlike one suggestion I've had, it's pretty unlikely to be TB, even considering my constant exposure to eastern europeans, as you've got to be pretty much in someones face for a while to catch that shit. And anyway, if I've got my timing right, TB's* currently at the Nottingham beer festival, which is where I should be but there ya go, work gets in your eyes.
*Private joke ;o)
A vicious evening in my humble opinion. Obs duty. Nothing happened. At all. The night before was rife with potential but to use a fishing metaphor, the tiddlers were knocking the bait and float about to hell, but no big bite Last night? Absolutely naff all. Complete waste of time. You'd think it's easy to sit and watch a patch of ground for nine hours, but it's actually draining in a whole different kind of way, and when you're at the wrong end of your bodyclock it's absolutely evil. Can't drink coffee, 'coz then you've got to get rid of the liquid at some point and there's no bog - can't go for a slash in the bushes 'coz obviously you'll show out to the bad guys. It's evil, and it's annoying when the highlight of you kicking the crap out of your system is a cat wandering across your field of view.
Health check. Nope, not been told I've got three seconds to live. Neither have I been told that I'm immortal and can only improve with age (damn!). I have got a pile of antibiotics to take, on the offchance that this is viral in origion, and a "come back next week" when all my results from various proddings and pokings are in. Doc was on this occaision 100 percent more pleasant to deal with than last time, almost affable. Maybe he had a bad day, maybe it was "maybe this fat gimp isn't a total hypercondriac after all and I've got some work to do here". I shall put his "git" status in abayance and see what happens here. The good news is, unlike one suggestion I've had, it's pretty unlikely to be TB, even considering my constant exposure to eastern europeans, as you've got to be pretty much in someones face for a while to catch that shit. And anyway, if I've got my timing right, TB's* currently at the Nottingham beer festival, which is where I should be but there ya go, work gets in your eyes.
*Private joke ;o)
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 5:34 pm
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