Why This Is Hell

I seem to be in close down mode - a low level cold for about ten days now, not only necessitating early nights but pretty well sleeping through. Saturday was mostly spent in bed, with the added joy that my knee has again gone boing.

I foolishly went to the Carbuncle - Andrew Clover's Dads Rules is frankly dull - and naturally assumed the campus shop would be open. Ha. So the cafe has sandwiches. Ha. Hobble to bed and sleep through, catching most of The Archers, and bits and pieces of other stuff. I watch Doctor Who and Heroes and largely wish I hadn't.

I phone for an appointment with the doctor - and have a 720 appointment. Cheers. Any pharmacy within hobbling distance will be shut by then. Ponders whether I should cancel tomorrow's therapy session; Katy Brand tomorrow night, but maybe I'd better beg off that.

Today I am walking around with a BP monitor strapped to me and trying to remember the difference between diastolic and systolic. The good news that the figures are not quite as why-aren't-you-dead? of the doctor's surgery - diastolic is meant to have a range of 70-90 and triple figures is Not Good. On the other hand I have ranged from 103 down to 62. Neither result is good. Tends to be low 90s. Prehypertensive.

Meanwhile, on Facebook, my political compass shows not only that I am left-libertarian, but all but one of my Facebook Friends are. The exception writes for the Torygraph. Quel surprise.

I'm being tested again. 133 over 93.

On a Facebook personality test from choosing photographs:

Temperament: Energetic
Interests: Thrill Seeker
Amusement: Party Animal
Passion: Traditional

Yes, that's me.