The canker sores are still with me

Here I am certified to be off work, rested but the bloody wounds on my tongue are still hanging in there!

Remi Nicole

Whose the guy in the sunglasses?

A little ditty played out in a lauderette somewhere in Notting Hill .... but who is the guy in the sunglasses?

Parole board have signed my release

The parole board in the guise of my doctor have signed me off for another week.  Agreement that my mouth deserves a rest.  Some people might agree with that.  Hope this gagged effect will not last until Christmas though, I have commitments to adher to.  The Christmas tree has to be taken out of the garage for a start.  Watched Riverside Cottage Christmas tonight.  It is soo middle-class, set in Dorset somewhere.  Playing to an audience who aspire to living the cottagey life (probably in a property which costs just a bit under a million), spending your day baking, cooking and socialising with like-minded people.  No hoodies to be seen anyway!  See for yourself:   http://www.channel4.com/programmes/river-cottage/4od#3147683

Incessant agony

These bloody mouth ulcers are taking over my life.  They do not let me forget of their existence for longer than ten minutes.. The length of time it takes for me to swill around some salted water in my mouth, sit down at the computer, enjoy the relief and then BAM it starts again!!  I am going to have a big celebration when they finally go.  Yesterday, thought they were on their way out, then last night these tiny pin pricks of yellowness appeared on the tip of my tongue.  They must of thought that the large ones at the side of my tongue were getting lonely!!  I just wish I knew why they appeared.  Am I rundown?  Have I an allergy?  All I truly know is I hate the fuckers!!

Here I am again

My time back in the harness of work has been brief and I have now been struck down by pustules appearing on my tongue which have multiplied like a sex-crazed mouse.  Hard to talk.  Doctor said stress has sparked off this latest spate of illness and has signed me off for a week.  I am not surprised work has gone from being enjoyable to a hamster wheel of monotony.  Instead of autonomy, they want me to go from thinking for myself and become an automaton.  What it so funny is that they all take it so seriously.  They trumpet on about the banality of their job out loud but with a tone of triumph ... Hilarious! Don't they see how ridiculous they sound?  Am I the one who's wrong?  I wonder whether they would be doing what they do if they knew today was their last day on this earth?  I doubt it! 

Back in the game

Book my place I'm back with the nutters tomorrow.  Trouble is my decision to join them; begs the question:
Am I a nutter too?

Bloody cold outside

It looks bloody cold outside!  One good thing about being sick is not having to participate in the conveyor belt of life outside.  Each morning we all go out, get into our cars or some form of public transport and join the many others already on the same path.  We wait our turn, slot in and off we go and there is no stopping until we reach our destination.  What would society do if we all decided not to take part in this structured shit?  One thing is for sure . . . the rich would not be so rich.

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Sick of it

Laying prone in my sick bed.  Run down and flat out.  Feel like one of those elderly ladies who take to their beds, only leaving the house again when they have expired.  Listening to Absolute radio is helping me while away the time, some Welsh, female singer whose name is on the tip of my tongue but who for the life of me I cannot remember.  Carys somebody is it?

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Home from work again. Working these days has become a total bore and this has led me to deduce that it is time to search for an alternative life...

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