Hi all!
Not supposed to be on here, but it's after work hours so I'm taking the time to send you all my love and best wishes for the New Year.
Well, got a tiny, ittty-bitty little respite from my troubles--at least, I was able to pay most of the January rent and all of my utility bill, and a week's worth of groceries besides--of course, that left me with all of $1.73 until Friday afternoon, but, meh--I've done with zero dollars for a week, so I can deal with it.
I have to bug out for home in a sec--nite shift's done.
My health marginally better, but getting a $1000 bill from the hospital for my overnight stay, has left me a bit leery of going back there, ever again. I'm on reduced hours at work tho', due to my poor health, and it's still not a happy situation for me.
At best, I've probably postponed the inevitable (homelessness) for just a month or two. They (hospital staff) want me to "take better care of myself," but I'm afraid that health gets the backseat to my other woes, at the mo'.
Other people say to "get a better job," but without a car to take me the forty or fifty miles to Albany or Saratoga Springs and other better paying locations, and without decent health, that's also been put on the backburner for a while.
Anyway, I had a Victor Meldrew moment the other day (One Foot in the Grave), and blew my top at the kids upstairs, right down to the shaking fists and the "You bastards!" (To my ceiling, and not to their faces, of course). A couple Saturdays ago, I'd been overnight in the ER, getting my infection on my face sliced open and packed with stuff, and injected with a needle, and...well, it wore off in the early evening, and then the brats upstairs were BOWLING (ten-pin) till 3am! Then, this Saturday, they do it AGAIN! And, the day room mate (one at night, one in the day), who's really a nice kid--not ten different kinds of stupid like the night kid--has a penchant for playing the stereo loud in the afternoons, which is right over my bed and wakes me up from my naps (My body is run down, and I also, from the extreme pain of the infection, lost tons of sleep the last month or so, and am trying to make it up). So, I am deeply ashamed of myself, but, yeah, I am getting a bit Victor Meldrew-ish, at times.
So, sorry I've missed so much of Dr Who and David Tennant, but I did see the Christmas eppy--thanks to the kindness of a good friend-- (about 10 times now) and never tire of it. That Kylie lady was super good, and she has a nice singing voice as well, from what little of her I saw in the Confidential episode. Oh, Nancy's a shameless Whovian, she is. 
I wrote some stories--well, one long story and two chapters of another story, to feed the need for Dr Who, while I was sick. The long story was 46 pages and 18 chpaters long, and featured: pyramids, half-naked android goat-men using laser-crossbows, killer robot Elvis's and evil clowns, a character that resembles Romana, a young blond in a vintage Caddilac convertable, space ships and showgirls and a Travelodge. Not one of my better stories, but gosh, I had fun writing it. No one's going to ever see it, probably, but then, it's not like the Dr Who team are ever going to be knocking down my door for something I'd written, ey?
I can't do any Dr Who/David Tennant captions here--don't have the capibility on this computer. Sorry.
Well, I don't think Mr. Tennant would miss them, ha-ha. I really like his acting, he's got so much energy--wish I had that sort of energy. I get tired these days, just walking to work! Of course, someone like him, probably wouldn't give someone like me the time of day--I mean, a trendy, famous celebrity, but he is a very dynamic person, and it's just incredibly fun to watch do his stuff.
Got a letter from some guy at Accord Hospice today, thanking me for my fund raising efforts-- 171 pounds and 15 pence. It's a tiny drop in a very big bucket, but it was nice of them to send the letter. I never did it for a pat on the back, anyway. From what a fan sent me, about Mrs. MacDonald's work at Accord, I was just very touched--she reminded me so much of my late mum, that I just felt compelled to do it. But really, my life--then and now, has come to a total stop, and I just wanted something positive to do with my time, and that's my main reason for doing it--bit selfish, that, but that's the truth of the matter.
I almost got run over by a car again last night--who needs terrorist paranoia? I genuinely think that perfectly "normal" northeastern New Yorkers are ten times more of a danger to me, than any foreign terrorist ever could be. Seriously, some of these people have all the manners of a cow, all the brains of a slab of concrete, and the caring of a Nazi. Put 'em in a car and watch the slaughter.
I have to walk carefully, going home, as everything is coated with ice--freezing drizzle this afternoon. We have a high wind warning tomorrow, and snow on the way (yet again) tomorrow night. I have a bit of a walk to the doctor's tomorrow, and am not looking forward to it. The walk to the Social Security office on Friday will be worse--a good stiff three miles, one way, and a half-mile back, to the bus stop (My appt. is too early for taking a bus to get there.
Well, It's half-past ten and I'm off for home. Going home to my ham sandwich and left over tin of soup. Hope you all are well. I miss you greatly. Take care, Nancy G.
) I wrote a Dr Who story for a friend, and play card games on the 'puter, but, I don't feel much like writing now. That bill today, that really took the wind out of my sails--and I was nearly dead-calm to begin with. 
