This is how happy Orlandoooo is...

Orlandoooo is my Blumaroo, by the way.

( The happiest little blumaroo... )

Okay, I am feeling sufficiently high now. I'm going to go get some sleep. But, before I sleep I give you pictures that TNT rejected from the gallery and that haven't done that well in beauty contests!

( I have no idea why these were rejected... )

Okay. I'm going to *try* to get some sleep, hombres. Mwah!

Fucked in the face or fucked in the arse - it's my choice.

Okay. So I went to the neurologist today. Told me to get off the Inderol (just like you said, Karen!). Happily not taking those anymore. Not taking any opiates again either. Here's where things get shitty. The doctor said that I have to stop taking painkillers. Cut them right out. I kinda squirmed and said, "But... I have endometriosis. I need them."

So, I can take too many pills, fuck up my liver and survive (just) with annoying headaches.

Or I can stop taking pills and be bent over in the middle all the fucking time. He reckons the endep will help with the pain. I'm lary of that claim. I just don't know what to do, I'm so stressed out. It's like, no matter what I do, I'm going to be in some sort of pain. I'm really getting quite sick and tired of it.

Oh, and how about the SUCKAGE when it comes to private health care?!

I had to pay 240 bucks for that fucking neurologist today. I owe Dad 250 or something now. After I'd paid off the load I'd had for desexing the cat. I am so pissed off. I will never have money to get the things I need. New jim-jams? Forget it. I'm currently wearing Dad's old pyjamas, which are pretty comfy. But comfy sweatpants to wear around the house? Forget it. Though, Mum did say they had cheap ones down at the shop (the op shop she works at).

I really need to sell off some artwork, methinks. The prints, definitely. I'll get a final print list up (now that the H/Hr piece is done) and post that soon.

Cheers,
Nancy.