Kiwis Corner

Ok. So I’m in pain again. Not very uncommon since it’s me we’re talking about. I have my joint-problems, but they’re manageble most of the time.
But yesterday my right heel started bothering me. Since then, I woke up during the night becaus of pain. The inside of my right heel is swollen and I can barely touch it due to pain. On this foot I will have to walk all day. If it gets to bad I will have to call in sick from work. But I can’t call now, becaus noone will answere.
In horror I’m looking at the day I have ahead of me. Go to work- 7min walking (I’ll take the bike-maybe that’s not as painful). Walking the dogs- 30min minimum. Going to the library and the store- probably about one houre. Another dog-walk if my clients daughter have to go to school early (she often starts after lunch and takes the dogs out around 11am wich means I don’t have to do it again before we leave for rehab this afternoon). Going to rehab- 20min of walking. The next assistant will trade with me at rehab, so then I’ll bike home and feel sorry about myself.
That’s not including the making lunch, coffee, laundry etc I have to do.

I’ve taken an ibuprofen, but as you know, when you want to remove the foot due to pain it’s not very much un-prescribed  painkillers can do. FEEL SORRY FOR ME!!!

I’ve been to the emergency room twice in less then 24h. I’m all better now (it was during monday I had to go there), but I don’t feel like telling the whole story now.

So enjoy a pic I took of a cute bronze sculpture of a rat, located in the emergency room.

And so, the new year has begun.
It’s almost a day old now, and so far nothing very exciting has happened.
I spent the stroke of twelve working, trying to calm two shivering collies. They don’t like fire works. Then I went over to Lina. We had a drink, some dessert and a good time with all the girls. Around 3.30 we went to Paulas to feed her rats. We got there only to realize that the girls had escaped and all the doors in the apartement was open! Dun dun duuuuuu!!!! But we found them pretty quickly, and succeeded in feeding and watering all of them.
Then I went home and slept. Then I woke up and went to work. And then I went home. And soon I’m going to bed. I leed such an exciting life!

 I hope that this new year will be a good one. I hope for all the usual stuff, like peace on earth, a solution to all the climate problems and a cure for AIDS ofcourse. But since we all hope for that it’s not very exciting to talk about.
On a personal level I hope to be able to get off my anti-depressants (not before fall, but hey- I have 365 days to plan for here), loose some weight, travel a little (London, hopefully. And maybe the states too), and generally be happy and hang alot with my friends. Now, to bed.

I’m in an emotional rollercoaster today. Unfortunately with more downs then ups. The day started bad with some kind of cramp in my knee. Odd, never had that before. Took about half an houre to get rid of. Could finally go back to sleep. Odd dreams. Nuclear bombs, snake bites, fight in a church, everything was just fucked up.
Alarm went of, got out of bed. Hungry, but couldn’t eat. Talked to August a bit. Finally able to eat, a cinnamonroll, a couple of mini bananas. Life sucks. Surfed the web. Took a shower. Didn’t help. Work in 30 min. Have to eat. Probably another roll. Hot food disgusts me today and I’m out if fruit and yoghurt.
Boss called, staff meeting nex tuesday. Good, we’re gonna talk about who does what etc. Will get a chance to tell my bitchy collegue how it is. That I’m not lazy- but I can’t do things in a place where I’m not. I can’t clean the apartement if we’ve been out all day etc. But she thinks I should. Does she know something I don’t? Can she stop time, or clone herself?

Need to get dressed and eat that roll now. I don’t want to. Wish I could stop eating, maybe then I could loose some weight. But I know that’s a bad idea so I won’t. I promise. I hope you have a better day then me.  

It’s 06.67 a.m. I just payed my bills. I really REALLY don’t want to have breakfast, even though I tried to bribe myself by offering cake. I’m not sure this day is starting off well. But I’m gonna buy the damn bike today (don’t remember if I told you that my last one got stolen. Thiefs 2, Kiwi 0, if you want the current score). It will be my very first brand new bike. It has everything I want, and it’s pretty too.
My rats stink, at the moment. For some odd reason, they don’t smell rat anymore. Ok, so the actual rats smells like they should. But it’s time to clean the cage. And instead of smelling stinky rat cage, it smells of stinky cat litterbox. Why? How? Has someone replaced my darlings with cats in camouflage? But they act like they should…
And now, I’m off to work. Again. I want to sleep in…