I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

Hullo all.

It's a cold but sunny day, on this side of the pond. No snow, so I don't have to slog through any of that white stuff on my way to work this morning.

I got another e-mail from someone, who only lists herself as monicaand10---which I believe translates into "Monica and David," because I was asked why I "hate David," and further, was admonished to "stop having a laugh" at him (David Tennant).

Okay. Here's my response:

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NO!

And, come on--I absolutely don't hate David Tennant, kids. Just the opposite, really. I'm a fan, but not a fan-girl---big difference. Huge difference. I see him in a different way then most women apparently do, I suppose, I just see him as just an ordinary bloke, who happens to be a good actor. Besides, who cares? It's not like Tennant will ever see the jokes, so what's the big deal?

Well, still under the weather, but feeling a bit more...well...awake, I guess is the watchword here. The bummer is, is that I have to go back to hospital after work tonight.

This would normally be my day off, but I am making up for taking Tuesday off--unfortunately, there's not making up taking yesterday off, so two short pay checks for me--this week and next.

OMG! I spoke to soon---yes, boys and girls, there's snowflakes drifting past my windows--which is very odd, as mostly all I see is blue sky! Must be a cloud over the apartment building, like in the Smith and Jones episode of Dr Who, ha-ha.

Well, it's nearly half-past 8 and I've got to force myself to eat some breaky. It's a long day when you have to have a late lunch--half-past three in the afternoon. Yeah, I have the joy of working 10 to 3 and 5 to 9 today. Ah well. Have a good afternoon all. Cheers.

One of the downsides of this blog--though not a major issue, certainly--is getting "friends" invitations from people who could care less about you--who've probably never even read your blog!

They just want to "collect" captive readers, or worse--like tonight--you get some foreigner whose blog is nothing more than one giant advert. (Whom, if the moron had actually blinking read my blog, would KNOW I can't buy any expensive posh gowns--when I am on the brink of losing the roof over my head, my phone, my internet, and the bulk of my food money.)

Guess this guy is just another graduate of United Idiot's University--or, U-Idiot-U.

I found out, recently, that the word "crap" is considered swearing in the UK! Really?

I suppose it's a bit like saying "bloody" or "bollocks" or stuff, here. We just don't say those words, ever--unless you've been repeatedly exposed to it, like I've been, I suppose.

Over here, Cr*p can mean sh_t, sometimes--taken in the right context, but, more generally, it's just a term everyone uses as a general statement, "I've gotta' clear this crap off'a my desk," "I got a crappy evaluation," "That speech was a load of crap." It's not at all a swearword here, just common, ordinary run-of-the-mill slang. We don't use shite or feck or arse, either. (Sorry if that's swearing to you, to me, it's technically not, as we don't use these words in my culture.)

I'm sure there's naughty words in my own culture that I know nothing about--fortunately. I know too many cuss words as it is, already. Cussing is part of my culture, these days, but it'll never be something I'm completely at home with.

So, I'm back. I got my IV of antibiotics and heaven-knows what all. I've had the tests done--and, I have the very great pleasure (not), of going back tomorrow for another IV. I just missed getting admitted, which is very good news, because being admitted to hospital right now, would literally be a financial disaster for me--it would definitely be my financial Hurricane Katrina. However, that said, it's not good, I'm afraid.

It's not just the angina, but also my other illness--the two, together have me very run down--very. If I were wealthy, or had family I could stay with--and (she winces) sponge off of, I could take the two weeks off that the doctor wants me to, to get bedrest and tests and a transfusion and whatnot. But, that's just simply out of the question. It's just not possible. No way. And if anyone (who regularly reads my blog) doesn't get why, by now, there's no point in my trying to explain it.

I was reading some stuff people wrote, on another blog site, about Doctor Who series Three. I was reading that they'd filmed that rainy, muddy quarry scene, for the Utopia episode, on Valentine's night. Well, good job they don't have our weather in that part of Wales--they'd of been filming in a raging blizzard, ha-ha. They'd of all looked like abominable snowmen!

It was an good thread they had on there, even had a link to a DT interview, which was rather nice, though short. He sounds like he'd be quite interesting to talk to. Probably a bit dull on a date, though. I mean, I imagine he's a fairly normal red-blooded Scotsman, and he'd probably spend the entire date just trying to get a leg over.

The doctor in the ER was rather nice, a whole world nicer than the last one--and, he knows one of my paternal cousins, who's a nurse down in Albany, and he lived in my hometown, for several years, back in the 90's. He mentioned how much he liked living down there--turns out, we both liked the same Italian restaurants: the Purple Pub, Papa's Corner, Spiak's and Valente's. I grew up going to these places with my mum and dad--turns out his mum and dad used to take him to them, too. We had a laugh, when he mentioned that Spiak's hadn't changed much in 40 years (we're about the same age)--they even have the same high-chairs for tots (which I actually do remember sitting in, trying to tackle my first plate of spaghetti). He was a really cool guy.

Too bad he was married, ha-ha. But we had a nice conversation, which I'd not had in a long time...come to think of it, I've not eaten in a proper restaurant, since the springtime--tho' I've ordered takeaway, once in a blue moon.

Small world though, ain't it? Dang, he was good looking, as well: tall, dark and very, very buff...not at all like that rubbish actor...that Scottish guy...the one on Doctor Who...the one below, that looks like he's seriously hung over, and about to hurl all over a Dalek---what's his name?