I'm sitting here, drinking Berocca (For my B-B-Bounce, you see) and typing the same emails to the same sort of people over and over and over again. Naturally, after doing this for a certain period of time, the mind begins to wander and I find myself examining my colleagues with a lot more depth. Thats not for sharing though. I've learnt many lessons from bloggers past and that is one of them. Don't under any circumstances, write lengthy exposes about the people who give you money. Ever. If you wish to continue earning said money, these people are best left alone.

I have 30 minutes until I finish. Then off to the doctors again for more tests and fun. They'll tell me today, or perhaps tomorrow, if any what's been done so far has achieved something. I'm hoping it has. I won't be too fussed if it hasn't though. It's all touch and go with the medical world and much like shoe shopping you've got to find the one that fits. Treatment wise, aside from needles, which I hate and taking weird casts of my head, which I don't quite hate, but don't find quite so amusing as everyone else does, it hasn't been too bad, really. It could be worse. I could be very unlucky and things could be much, much, much worse. But they're not. And I'm alive. And thats ok. I mean, life is far from simple at the moment. Money wise, things have been better, but I daresay we'll cope. Living off chinese noodles for a week is comparatively better than living off A. Toast and B. Air - so we're in luck. I've lived off worse. I'm more concerned about feeding our ickle furry friends, but they're not too fussy either. Give them a carrot and all is well and if you don't have a carrot then some lettuce, or some grass or something green that you probably wouldn't eat day by day, even though it's ridiculously good for you, but they naturally would, which explains the glossy fur and generally happy disposition.