Ow.

Jul. 16th, 2014 10:06 am
suzie_shooter: (JC Shit)
So I would appear to have done something horrible to my back. All I did was lean over the bath on Monday morning to wash my hair, and now I can hardly move. At least, not without making noises somewhere between a distressed pekingese and full out bloodcurdling scream, depending on whether I judge it wrong.

I can't bend without agony. It's - interesting. And difficult to get pants on.

Entirely my own fault, obviously, for thinking 'hmnn it'd be nice to have a couple of days off to get some writing finished...'
suzie_shooter: (JC Shit)
So my main achievement this evening has been to make a pasta sauce so unutterably vile I was forced to throw it away :(

My grocery delivery arrived in the middle of cooking it, and I think I must have burnt the garlic, I don't know why else it would have turned out so disgusting.

I have been forced to open a tin of tuna instead, and then fight two cats for possession.
suzie_shooter: (Biggles)
Oh, balls. So I ordered the next season of Supernatural, and the day before that I also pre-ordered the new Charlaine Harris/Sookie Stackhouse book (now there's another tv series I need to get back into watching) and they've both just been dispatched on the same day. Which means whereas one at a time they would have gone through my letterbox, if they turn up combined in the same package they won't, and I'll have to trek up to the sorting office, which only opens at randomly inconvenient times. Bugger.
suzie_shooter: (JC Shit)
My phoneline is down, so I have no internet at the moment, argh! No idea when it's likely to be fixed, so may not be around for a while. *woeface*
suzie_shooter: (JC Shit)
Am posting this primarily for the amusement of [livejournal.com profile] bellap74. You see, I'd never had a chicken kiev before. I rather assumed the centre would be a sort of creamy sauce thing. Not the tidal wave of melted garlic butter that just, yes, engulfed my bedspread. That'll teach me to eat at the table like a civilised human being...

*goes off grumbling to stuff it back in the washing machine*
suzie_shooter: (coffee)
Why is it the first pile of cat sick you find is never the only pile of cat sick? You peer around in bleary-eyed, bare-footed suspicion until you find the second, and then follow the trail like some kind of hideous treasure hunt until you find the third. While the furry culprit snores innocently away on your bed. Bastard.
suzie_shooter: (JC Shit)
Oh cockrabbits, I wrote this entry once already at work, then got interrupted and forgot I hadn't posted it. Anyway.

I bought a juice drink in the hospital shop at lunchtime (yes, it's the high life for me), and thought to myself that it must have been hanging around for a while because they changed the design on the carton about 6 months ago and this was an old style one. Didn't think any more about it until I'd drunk about a third of it, when the vague realisation that it didn't taste quite right/very nice finally fought its way to the front of my brain. So I checked the best-before date. April 2008. Ewwww. Quite glad I stopped drinking it, because when I poured it away, it was roughly the colour of bark.

In other news, in today's installment of Carry On Health Service, I received an invoice for someone to "fist a microphone". Er, I think they meant to say 'fit'...

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