You might want to miss this post, as it is nothing but a complete whine...

The side effects have become "interesting" - I thought that they were starting to subside, and was looking forward to going back to work; unfortunately I was seriously mistaken.
I know feel as if I have the "flu"; really influenza - not the cold that most people moan about. Every muscle in my body is either worn out or in pain, the nausea has reached new heights (but no vomiting as of yet), my sleep is intermittent at best, and I have a new friend in the form of a splitting headache for the last two days. I can barely type as the muscles in my hand go into spasm as soon as I touch the keyboard, and I'm sure I'm getting aural hallucinations. I also can't think straight and just want to lay in bed all day dozing.

I don't know if this is from the PEP or an opportunistic infection that has wandered along while my defences are down.

Anyway I'm off to my mum's place - it's her birthday and I want to see her face when she realises I've bought her "Dance Revolution UK" and Dance Mat.

I've recently got a lot of referrals from Monkey Filter, A.E Brain, Normblog and Black Triangle. I'd never heard of them, but they all seem like a good read, even if my critical facilities are thrown off a bit by feeling as rough as a dogs arse...
All because my big mouth got me in trouble...
Makes the recurrence of the diarrhoea and nausea side-effects from the P.E.P all the more palatable. I'm still bored beyond description, but I suspect that my plan to go back to work early might have to go on the backburner. Needing to be within 10 seconds of a toilet puts a bit of a crimper in my plans to race around the streets of Newham saving lives and scraping drunks off the street.

This is how long I have to keep taking the pills - at ten a day.



Plus the Combivir and the Domperidone...

Anyone want to play "Guess how many pills are in the bottle"?

After "Womble Porn", and PixelDiva's "You've got Wombles mate"; I found these lyrics in the dark recesses of my old computers "inbox".

Underground Overground
Wombling Free!
The flesh eating wombles
Too common are we.

Making a meal
Of the children we find!
Eating the scraps that
the dogs leave behind.

Uncle Bulgaria
brushes his teeth with a bone
that a mother once bore.

Bungo gets hairier
as the moon waxes bright
and the death reports soar.

Underground Overground
Wombling Free!
The flesh eating wombles
Too common are we.

Eating the people
Who can't move too quick.
Gorging on offal
until we are sick.

The original lyrics are Here. You can see the opening credits. You can try to escape the "Wombles of Hell". You can see their Discography. Mike Batt who wrote the music for the wombles has his own website. Finally you can find the Official site here.

It's the pills making me do it you know...

No sooner than I moan about always shifting from Days to Nights than Boing Boing provide a link to this - "How to rise and shine when you're nocturnal by nature"

Some intractable owls have learned to embrace the night life. Lifelong owl Dorothy Bain, 68, tried everything to transform herself into a lark, from sleeping pills to light therapy, but after retiring, she realized she had the luxury of giving in to her nocturnal nature.

"I realized I could either go through the world as a zombie on everyone else's schedule or I could take advantage of my most productive hours," she says. So at 2 a.m. you may find her housecleaning, running the laundry, baking, sewing or painting. "Where is it written that you need to do the laundry at 7 in the morning? There are all kinds of things people never think of doing at night that there's no reason not do," she says.


As it is, I took tonights insomnia as an excuse to work on my new website. At the moment it looks crap, but is better than not looking like anything at all.

I have been charged with designing a Web-site for a group of people who are looking for new members. For some reason (probably because I've created the odd website now and again) I find myself the best person to do it.
The problem is, I last made a web-site probably six years ago - and expectations then were a lot lower than they are today.

So, in order to not have the site laughed at, I'm going to have to learn about XHTML, CSS, ASP and how to do "decent" graphics with Paint Shop Pro.

I'm back at work in a weeks time, do you think I'll have enough time to learn and create the page?

I used to find it easy to learn computer stuff, I taught myself Basic and Z80A Machine code from some books, and some experimentation. I taught myself (like everyone else I suspect) HTML from some magazine articles and websites. I taught myself how to fix computers just by fiddling with them, and how to swear in Tagalong from one website.

But I'm an old dog now, and find it a lot harder to learn those new tricks.

Maybe I'll cry "foul" and sit back and read my Neal Stephenson book (The second part is out, and I haven't made a start on the first one yet)

I don't "do" April Fools, but Diamond Geezer does, or should we call him "Geezer de jour"?

I did consider rearranging my brothers cd collection according to colour, but in the end I couldn't be bothered

I'm feeling a little better recently, the side effects of the PEP seem to have subsided somewhat - and I'm getting bored, so I may be going back to work shortly.

I have my second date with occupational health on Friday, for a blood test to make sure that the PEP isn't battering my liver/kidneys/pancreas and that my white cell count hasn't lowered. Work have said they'll do everything they can to supply a vehicle to get me down to SE London.

I've been thinking a bit about the "donor"; I wonder how he feels - he's laying in bed after having a rather frightening collapse in the street, with a broken jaw and the reason for the collapse unknown. Then a couple of days later the medical team ask him to consent to some more blood tests because he may have infected the EMT who helped him out.

If it were me I'd be absolutely mortified.

So when I talk to the occupational health I'll ask them if they can get a message back to him, letting him know that I'm fine and that I don't blame him for anything. I know his name and address, but I don't think it'd be right to turn up on his doorstep to talk to him.

I hope he is alright and that the collapse was something simple - I suspect a TIA, which can be a precursor to a stroke, but with the right meds hopefully the threat of that can be controlled.