I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

"Oi, you! Nice bum! Hey, sailor--going my way?"

"Yes, I do have a big bum in this regeneration, thanks!"

"Gotta' get myself some Preperation H!"

Currently on Day 31 of the Drabble-a-thon 100 Stories in 100 days Challenge, for Accord Hospice. Visit: www.nbgolash.blogspot.com/

I long to see the sky again,
To feel the joy of the sun playing
On the fluttering green leaves, sparkling off
Restless waters, the dance and the tapestries of
Life. I long to see the sky again, as I did
So long ago, I long to be free again, to know
Serenity, and the balance
Of earth and sky and water.

Well, had a fairly decent night's sleep, for a change, thankfully. Probably the first time in over a week. I was quite ill, last night--dizzy and weak, and feeling a bit worn down.

I think, besides the ongoing health problem, my schedule isn't helping things: I eat breakfast around 8.0 or 8.30, and then usually don't get lunch until around 3.30 or even 4.0...in my condition, that's a long time to go without eating. But, nothing for it. Have to work, and I only get two ten minute breaks during day shift, and one during night shift--barely enough time to use the loo and grab a cup of coffee, forget eating! By the time I get home during my lunch break, and make lunch, it's usually past 3.30. And, often, when I get home from night shift, a bit after 10, I sometimes am simply too tired to bother much with dinner.

It's a bit chilly and overcast here today, still very autumn-like. Glad to see that awful heat gone. Temps in the 90's (20 C's) are bad enough--but then bring in that tropical steam heat--yuck! You can keep it. I mean, I'm not exacting pining for January, and temps dropping to as low as zero F to -25 F or more (it got down to -40 F in Jan. of 2004), at times, but still...I can handle the sub-zero's a lot better than the blistering heat. I'm just a cold-weather lovin' gal, I suppose.

Well, had a very strange breakfast (leftover corn dogs--hot dogs on a stick covered with a cornmeal breading--and two left-over meatballs on a slice of bread). I ran out of cold cereal, and am out of eggs, and didn't feel like toast again, so I just grabbed whatever was fastest and handiest, and had done with it--don't know what my stomach's going to make of it, later, tho'.

I am reminded of when mum was lying in intensive care, those last few days--I was so utterly distraught and knackered, I was literally living on microwave popcorn, much of the time, because I just didn't feel up to shopping, at the time, and that was mostly all there was, in the caravan, was this whopping big box of Pop Secret Movie Theater Butter popcorn--it was either that or cat food.

Oh dear, have to get ready for work--where does the time go?

The cats hate my hours--they all hover about me when I'm home, when I work long days, begging for attention.

I'm back on the campaign I hate the most--in between two other different campaigns--good thing I'm flexible, work-wise, 'cause they had me all over the place, yesterday, shifting from script to script--selling, collecting and survey work--five different scripts--three different jobs, back and forth, all day. Which is fine--better than stuck doing the same thing all day, day in and day out. But, by 10 that night, I was stumbling a bit, over my scripts.

Well, off to finish getting ready for work. cheers. N.

Won't be seeing many posts by me, for a few days--just too tired to care, honestly. But..I have Friday off!

Not many blog entries at the mo' from me--I seem to be a bit unwell--same complaint that put me in hospital, back in June. Not that I'm rushing off to the ER, or anything. Just mildly dizzy and quite run-down, but no fainting or any such thing. I've been taking iron and vitamins, mostly, so I'm sure it'll be fine, hopefully, with a good night's sleep.

So, just wrote the Accord Hospice story (#31 @ www.nbgolash.blogspot.com/ called, "Baaa'd Language." )

Hope you all have a grand night, and a lovely tomorrow. Cheers.