Bloods and Knees and Moribund Monitors

I finally got the result of my blood tests. Nobody had rung me coz they couldn't read the doctor's writing and had to get her to decipher it when she came into the surgery yesterday. Anyhoo, all normal. Phew, relief! Still don't know why I'm feeling so weak and yucky though... I do feel a bit better since it got cooler and my eyes have cleared up, so I'm very glad about that.

Meanwhile my lovely flat-screen monitor that Pinky bought me keeps going all dead. It started on Thursday by going all black suddenly. I switched it off and on again and it was fine for the rest of the day. Then yesterday it kept going off and finally, although it struggled to come back on, it wouldn't. I was in the middle of posting a comment on Dr Tweety's blog at the time! I had no alternative but to turn the computer off at its switch coz obviously I couldn't see to exit gracefully. Pinky came round to help and told me that his had been doing exactly the same thing! His monitor is the same make and model as mine, though they are slightly different ages. We thought that was a bit of a coincidence. He got the screen more or less stabilised and then performed some more torture on my computer... ::sigh::.

This morning it kept going off again, so I left it for a while and after a few ons and offs it settled down again and has stayed on, touch wood ::touching head::.

In other news, if you are as mad as I am and are interested, my knees have made it into Alex Lester's Slap My Top Knees Gallery, which you can view here. It's early days yet so hopefully more will be added. It doesn't seem to be limited to Brits so even if you live outside the U.K. and you feel like doing something daft, why not send him a pic of your bean's knees plus an approximately 40-word biography of them and their hopes for the future at alex.lester@bbc.co.uk. The only rule is that the knees have to be at least 18 years old. I'm not sure if it is species specific. If not, then I guess the age limit would have to be adjusted for other species. I'm glad to say that my knees are not the only, or the most, scarred of the bunch, lol!

I have some pictures to post showing why I haven't beaten Pinky up for torturing my computer but I'm afraid they'll have to wait for another day as I need to get read for Dr Who, woo hoo!

Have a lovely weekend efurryone:) xxx

Blood, sweat and knees!

What on earth can this picture be of? It looks totally disgusting doesn't it?

Well...



Alex Lester of BBC Radio 2 is opening a Slap My Top Knees Gallery and you can Email your knees to him. This sounds fun so here is my email to Alex:

"Dear Alex,

Here are my knees:

They are (a squillion*) years and (eleventy*) months old and as you can see, they get knocked around a bit. They belong to a clumsy woman and their ambition is to stop being bruised and otherwise injured by the ineptitude of their owner, to stay healthy in their joints and to live a long and happy life.

Oh sorry, that's a bit more than 40 words. Hope this doesn't disqualify my poor old knees!

Love,

Penny (aka Black Cat)"


Alex also has a blog here. His show is totally zany and I often listen to it when I can't sleep.

In other news, I had three tubes (vials, phials?) of blood stolen on Friday of last week but haven't had the results yet. It was touch and go how I was going to get to the surgery, because I woke up in the morning with a painful right arm. I thought, "What the...?" and then had a vague memory of waking up during the night saying "Ouch". I am often a restless sleeper and I think what must have happened was that I was thrashing around and banged my arm against the wall or my bedside chest of drawers. Anyhoo, I knew I would be in trouble if I got the bus and it lurched when I got up to get off and I instinctively grabbed hold of something with my right hand. Pinky had a guest and they had planned to go to a boot** sale on that Friday but I thought it was worth giving him a call. Fortunately the plans had changed and he was able to pick me up and bring me back. Whew! Thank you Pinky.

Then the other day I twisted the wrist awkwardly while trying to wash my left underarm so it hurt even more. Then, would you believe, I woke myself up yesterday morning by bashing my right arm against the side of the bed! Grrrrrrrrr! It now hurts like hell. I'm doing self-orthopoddy again... Have I ever mentioned that I'm clumsy, even in my sleep?!?

It's nearly time for Doctor Who (whoo hoo!) so I'll be off now, but before I go I'd just like to say how sad I am for the people of Burma. As if they didn't have enough troubles before.

*Actual age removed by me on the grounds that it might cause too much hysterical laughter in juicy young cats.

** No, not a sale selling boots. For my Mericky friends, it's a sale from the trunks of cars, but the "trunks" or "boots" are usually trestle tables, haha!