RJ Brudenell (azoth) wrote,
RJ Brudenell


So, anyway.

Halfway through this entry I hit delete and figured that I'd... what? Get around to it later? I don't know?

What I do know, is that life hasn't been too keen lately. Let alone peachy. Although, somehow, having sat in the pub all night (yes, I'm drunk) talking things out with friends, I felt that it was time to write... something.

Things have been... Well, if there was a word (to mind) suckier than 'bad' then I'd probably use that. In short, my brain... blows. Since I was seven, I've been diagnosed with eight different types of migraine. Most of the time, they strike individually, which is 'cool'. But, in the previous few months they've decided to gang up on me. To the point where lots of doctors were insisting that I was hospitalised. I think it was the falling over that finally did it.

Now, anyone who knows me might tell you that I was born -slightly- on the stubborn side (I'm a Capricorn, people!). Sure, doc, I've lost a lot of weight, and I couldn't keep any food or medication down this week, but being consigned to hospital is just... not cool with me. Too many dead people for my liking.

Instead of hospital, I spent -some- months convalescing at home.

Then, my mother decided to drop twenty feet from a ladder; onto hard, hard concrete.

Those of you saying 'ouch' right now have it about right. She shattered her right humerus and caused a spiral fracture on the fifth metatarsal of her left foot; not to mention the gashes and the bruising. It meant lots of metal plates and pins being stuck into her. She's only just been released from the hospital, and there are many long months of rehabilitation and physiotherapy ahead.

It's been... a difficult year so far.

As previously mentioned, I deleted this entry halfway through because... let's face it, why would anyone care. It's boring and unfortunate stuff that happens to millions of people all over the world, each and every day.

However, I figured that it was time to scrawl something down. Albeit a drunken and broken ramble. At the very least it'll inspire Wayne to send me some naked pics of himself (brudenell at gmail). After all, convalescence cannot be achieved by GaGa alone! All naked pics welcome.
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