Wagwan.
First up, I'm back on the wagon. For those of you unfamiliar with my usage of the term, it relates to food rather than the demon drink. Coming from a family that celebrates pretty much everything with an elaborate meal (including, but not limited to; birthdays, graduations, promotions, anniversaries, Saturday...), food is intrinsically linked with emotion for me. I am quite literally an emotional eater. Earlier this year, I lost 23 pounds on a simple low fat/calorie diet combined with exercise - boring but effective. Then Easter happened, I had chocolate for the first time in six weeks, and the diet went out the window. I've had a few half-arsed attempts to get back on the wagon, but my heart hasn't been in it and inevitably I've given up. Now I'm back on the wagon, HARDCORE, and it's boring as fuck. Salad is at least 90% less enjoyable in winter than it is in spring. However, I'm determined to shift a bit of weight before Christmas and my trip to Egypt next year, so that's what I'ma do. Word.
Speaking of Egypt (seamless link), I'm going there in February with my cousin Michelle. I can't WAIT! We're going to Sharm el-Sheikh for a week on what I think is my first ever all-inclusive holiday. Obviously going to be taking full advantage of whatever I can legitimately claim as part of the package. Also, as Michelle is on the Irish side of the family, we're both ethnically pale, and as such the February heat/sun will suit us perfectly. I'm also going with MC to Berlin the week before Christmas to see Carla, who interned in our office for 5 months. They are both awesome, and there will be historical stuff/relics of communism, plus Christmas markets, so I am all kids of excited! AND I'm off to Ireland at the end of November for Dad's early birthday meal in his favourite restaurant in Killarney. You see, we don't just celebrate stuff with food, we take that shit international yo.
Tomorrow I'm going back to the GP to get a referral for the ENT specialist or neurologist, whichever's more appropriate for my labyrinthitis. I had hoped to get this sorted last week, but unfortunately the surgery is having a bit of trouble retaining staff (not gobby receptionists though, still plenty of dem bitchez), and so I saw a locum. Well, she was supposed to be a locum. I suspect she was either a geriatric witch doctor or an escaped mental patient. Or both. Not the best person to see when one is suffering with anxiety, put it that way. I went in, sat down, told her what I needed, and she responded that as she was a locum, I only had 10 minutes and that I had to decide which was more important; a referral to the therapist, or the ENT. By this point I was so anxious that my throat started closing up, so I chose therapy. She did the standard psych questionnaire, an A4 sheet which took about 15 minutes to complete, 14 of which she spent either checking her iPhone, calling reception, or trying to count to 19. Seriously. She asked me several times whether I wanted to top myself (slightly more eloquently), and the rascal in me wanted to say "not before this appointment", but there was a high chance she would have had me sectioned as a suicide risk. Anyway, questionnaire complete, she decided I was mental enough to get therapy, and proceeded to dictate my referral letter. At the time, I felt this was slightly unusual, but I hoped she would be passing the dictaphone to one of the gobby receptionists to type up and send to me. It has now been 8 days since the appointment and I still don't have the letter, which has prompted me to assume the 'dictaphone' was in fact a scale model or craft project. Anyway, I'm going back tomorrow, so I'll demand another one. And I requested not to see a locum again. Ever.
Finally, my BlackBerry has been doing my brain in. It broke down during the server crash last week, and for some reason hasn't been holding a charge since. I'm keen to get an iPhone, but there is a massive lack of white 32GBs at any o2 store. And I need to go to a shop to upgrade, which is laaaaaame. So yeah, as soon as I can get my hands on one, it's bye bye BB. BB bye bye.
And that's it! May Xenu be with you.
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