Well, all I wanted to do was achieved, in that I now have claim forms and explanatory documentation for Income Support and Incapacity Benefit (still need to get the one that allows me to claim assistance with mortgage interest payments). W00t.
wandra is an amazing sweet and lovely person. I'm only hoping we get the chance to visit her and the_maenad if we're in Nottingham at reasonable dates and times.
Badness in that I needed strong analgesia after walking, and I was at Karen's, and I didn't have my Pretty Pink Pills. So I fell back on the stash of pentazocine I had there. I haven't touched pent for most of a year now. Wretched, wretched side effects. The usual sweating and shakes; add to that weird CNS arousal and weak hallucinations (which is why they don't like giving pent to the elderly and/or confused); and horrid nausea. There'll be projectile puking pre-bedtime, I predict.
Lots of processing, leading to an announcement:
I work on words. I need words. Subtext and implication only get me so far. Added to that, I'm shy. If I seem not to be communicating, and by all reasonable standards I should be communicating with you more (incl. IMing, phoning, mailing) it's almost certainly because I'm feeling I haven't enough to work on, and my shyness is making me too reticent to tell you this in case you'll be hurt or offended. This is almost a certainty if you're shy/reticent yourself.
Am also acknowledging a real need for encouragement and cheering-on right now. I know I'm getting it, believe me I do, but more really would be even better. You can't praise me too hard right now. My ego can diet later when I'm better :)
Bah. I hate nausea. Chemo will be a real pig when/if I need it.
wandra is an amazing sweet and lovely person. I'm only hoping we get the chance to visit her and 
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