I just got back a while ago from the health center and read the responses to my previous post(s).

I haven't had a chance to respond to them yet, but I'll try to get 'round to it, later.

I'd like to think that this is just RTD's way of going out with a "bang."

Personally speaking, I absolutely don't like "flashbacks"---not in literary or any other form, except in very small doses. For example, either to give a wee bit of back story, or as exposition. But, it's not like I have any say in the matter, and if the "flashback" scenario materializes, I will just have to bite the bullet and hope Tennant can pull it off.

I will say that the "Split personality/Doctor's" theroy intriques me a great deal. I could live with that. Probably not the case, though.

It wasn't, I want to stress, the Doctor's dying--I actually had an inkling of that, a few months ago--having seen a blurb about him being shot by a Dalek back in April...didn't mention it as it was too major a spoiler.

No, I'm just a wee incensed about how this whole thing was handled...sneaky and underhanded isn't something I cotton to--God help me, I've got enough of that living under the Bush regime administration, ha-ha.

If I hadn't read and heard Tennant talking about his stint as the Doctor next year, I wouldn't have been so taken aback by what I've read tonight, on blogs and forums all over the 'net.

Bottom line is--this is what I consider a BAD surprise. Nancy doesn't like bad surprises. Nancy is, in fact, sick to death of bad surprises. (My first morning's post today, should give you a hint of that.)

THAT'S what I'm ticked off about.

But thank you all, for trying to calm me down, it is deeply appreciated. Let's just say this isn't the best day for me to get more bad news.

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In other news from my side of the pond:

Well, the nurse at the health center says that both my blood count is 9.1, and my sugar is 327. What that means is my blood count is nearing the stage where if it goes any lower, I will need a transfusion again. And my blood sugar is way too high, and she gave me an insulin shot.

I'm mildly scared, because I can feel my mental abilities slipping away from me today---I cannot spell perfectly ordinary words--words I never had trouble spelling before, I simply cannot remember--, and I am having problems concentrating on typing.

She said it will be okay, once the Procrit shots take effect, that the mild semi-dementia I'm experiencing, probably will be only temporary...it's that "probably" that troubles me, quite frankly. Second to being homeless, losing my mind is my second-worst nightmare...something I always dread, knowing I'm bi-polar.

Well, we had one heck of a rain storm--the rain was so hard, I could actually hear it while I was in the shower. I came out to the front room, to find the floor under the window all wet--the rain had obviously driven sideways through the balcony window, right into the room---thankfully, it didn't quite reach the electrical OMG--I can't remeber the name.....oh, extenstion cord (see what I mean? This IS scary!) the cord was nearly right uder the window....thank heaven's it stayed dry!

Well, I've some chores to do--the washing up is calling me to the kitchen sink. I hate washing dishes--after the dishwasher quit at the Old Faithful caf, where I worked in Yellowstone Natl. Park in the summer of '80, I was pulled off the grill and made the dishwasher--you haven't lived 'till you've stood over a hot, steamy, smelly wall-length machine for 10 hours (on a busy day we might average 1000 customers an hour) a day, pushing rack after rack of mucky plates in and pulling red-hot dishes out. Or spent 40 minutes scrubbing burnt on baked beans out of a really mucky pot. I HATE washing dishes, ha-ha.