The northlondonhippy

Yo.

I haven’t point­lessly ram­bled here in a while. It’s just an observation.

I woke up early this morn­ing, silly early, before 6:30am. Blame a blocked nose, a noisy cat and the threat of a cou­ple of deliv­er­ies for this early morn­ing appear­ance. I had an alarm set for 7:30am any­way, so its not a tragedy that I am up so early.

I’ve got a ship­ment of fresh cof­fee beans com­ing from my online roaster…yes, I am still madly into fresh cof­fee. I had to ease back from it a bit thanks to my thy­roid prob­lems, but I am feel­ing a lit­tle bet­ter, which means caf­feine and I are bud­dies again.

I couldn’t really han­dle cof­fee for a cou­ple of months, which was quite depress­ing for some­one who adores the stuff. For a while, I thought it was down to side effects from my thy­roid med­ica­tion, but my doc­tor told me it wasn’t, it was the actual dis­ease caus­ing the breath­less­ness and heart palpitations.

For about the last fort­night, I haven’t had those symp­toms because around a week prior to that, my doc­tor up the dosage on the thy­roid meds. I’m still not on a high dose and its likely to be increased again in Decem­ber, after my next blood test. I just think the new dose is hav­ing some sort of ther­a­peu­tic effect on me.

I’ve also seemed more ener­getic in the last week or so and I am feel­ing more myself than I have in a long time. That’s a good thing.

My back has been a lot bet­ter too. You might remem­ber that’s how all this health non­sense started, with a crip­pling back prob­lem. I never do any­thing that’s straight­for­ward, so nat­u­rally my thy­roid con­di­tion caused inflam­ma­tion in my back!

I was off from work for about 8 or 9 weeks in the end and my doc­tor offered (or rather sug­gested) that I take even more time off but my bank account couldn’t afford it. I went back for a cou­ple of nights a cou­ple of weeks ago and it was a seri­ous strug­gle, but I had another long planned gap of 2 weeks between shifts and my health improved some­what dur­ing that time.

While I was off, I had the joys of hav­ing builders in, refit­ting my ancient bath­room. I’d been try­ing to get this done for years, but find­ing some­one reli­able and trust­wor­thy was nearly impos­si­ble. In the end, I found a plumb­ing com­pany that was not ridicu­lously expen­sive and did the job fairly well, but it meant nearly two weeks of dis­rup­tion in my home.

The new bath­room is sim­ple and mod­ern, replac­ing a 30–40 year old bath­room that was nei­ther. I’m just happy to have it finished.

Return­ing to work this time was far less daunt­ing because I am gen­uinely start­ing to feel bet­ter. After being part time for Octo­ber, I’m back to work­ing full time in Novem­ber. Trust me, its a wel­come return and not just for the finan­cial reasons.

I like work­ing and I’ve missed it; I’ve missed my work mates too. That said, I am get­ting increas­ingly bored with being asked where I’ve been for the last cou­ple of months and hav­ing to explain all of my health woes. I thought about prepar­ing a writ­ten press state­ment, that I could hand out and refer to when repeat­edly ques­tioned, but peo­ple would think that was weird.

I’m sure some of the peo­ple ask­ing gen­uinely care how I am, but the major­ity are just ask­ing to be nosy. I also thought about mak­ing shit up and giv­ing every­one a dif­fer­ent answer on my where­abouts, like:

- I was on a secret mis­sion for the queen
– I was direct­ing my first fea­ture film
– I was on tour with my band
– I was in a drug induced coma
– I was hav­ing my shin­bones stretched (and it didn’t work!)
– I ran away and joined the cir­cus
– I was on an EU wide thrill-killing spree

And my per­sonal favourite:
– I don’t know where I’ve been, I have amnesia

The only place I ever want to talk about myself is right here on my web­site. In real life, I’d much rather be ignored and not have to explain myself to oth­ers. I’m actu­ally quite a pri­vate per­son, reclu­sive even, but when peo­ple pre­tend to be inter­ested in your life, you have to pre­tend you’re happy for their inter­est. Social niceties have to be respected, even when you know its all bullshit…especially when you know its all bullshit.

But not you, of course. You’re deeply inter­ested in every sin­gle aspect of my blessed exis­tence and you hang on my every word. Online, I’m used to the atten­tion and I crave it like a drug.

Ok, not really like a drug and believe me I know the difference.

It’s more like leav­ing the cur­tains open, while you change your cloth­ing in front of the win­dow. I’m giv­ing you the choice to peep at me, but its up to you if you choose to cast your glance in my direc­tion and if you do, you might see more than you expected.

My life is an open book here on the inter­net, avail­able for you to casu­ally thumb through the more inter­est­ing chap­ters, assum­ing one day I might write some. We can all wait for that day to come, but until then you’ll just have to put up with what­ever dri­vel I post.

Like this point­less entry about my rather point­less life.

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