I hate my body

Or specifically, yesterday was 'I hate my womb and I hate my hormones' day. It started off well. Full night's sleep, bounced in on a mocha, then once I'd come down off that, the hormones and womb attacked. Pain arrgh arrrgh arggh light headed beyond belief plus gorge rising (though not actually wanting to throw up), going through corridors with one hand on wall to make sure I didn't fall, plus interesting patterns in front of vision occasionally, and eventually the light headedness got so bad I was lying under the desk for ten minutes.

Came home, bought belgian chocolate Haagen Dazs, proceeded to eat it in front of Charmed S1 with Jackie. We're so getting addicted to this, because it's pure girly comfort tv. With proper reactions and so on and sisterly bitching. Also totty in the shape of Leo the handyman and soon to be whitelighter-whatever. (occasional cries of 'put Leo back on screen! we need our totty and we don't fancy any of the girls!') Also? the ep with the teen witch-goth? Piper tells Leo that Phoebe is gay. Phoebe really does not disprove this during the rest of the ep with her interactions with the baby dyke witch. Thoguh we're sulking over the fact that there has been very little Neil Roberts so far.

calling Jules

as pretty much the only other person I know who reads narnia fic on this list (and it doesn't help that I dropped all the narnia communities from my flist last month due to the sheer amount of Peter/Edmund), I don't suppose you remember one that talked about Susan's daughter that she had while she was in Narnia and thus got left behind? (heavily implied that it was Peter's) I think that it was called something like Susan's daughter, or the queen's daughter. Am currently kicking myself that I didn't save it when I read it.

ETA : Forget, by Aleathiel

:grumble:

Why do I always, always forget the fact that when I give blood I go listless a few hours later (post the general wooziness that getting rid of a pint of blood tends to give you) which is no fun? Also, achey arm and bruised finger.

:grumble:

Oh, and the National Blood Service? less organised than a *trout*. Seriously. The London database is not hooked up with the rest of the country, does not seem to have been updated with my details even though I asked them to over two weeks ago, it keeps insisting that the last time I attempted to give blood was back in 2001 (went for an interview in London, tried as the van was there and it was coming up for due date, but because my details were still in Falmouth, I couldn't - don't ask, how do they cope with drop-ins?) even though I'm rather obviously in possession of a brown card that was issued fairly recently. (design changes every couple of years, colour changes with number of times you've given - red is 1-4, blue is 5-9, brown is 10-25, etc)

:sigh: Twats. Really.

Though as usual, the actual experience is fun - chatty nurses, biccits and squash and cups of tea, doctors going 'er... please specify when and where you went overseas/were in a malarial country' and commiserating over the stupidity of having a question on there that says 'have you ever had sex with someone who's injected drugs or steroids/had sex with another bloke/paid for sex' because that is not exactly something that comes up in conversation during one night stands. Or short relationships. And exactly why there is no rule against girls who've had anal sex because surely that's just as risky as gay and bisexual men, who are banned from giving blood precisely because of this.

Also when the nurse tells a new donor 'we recommend not drinking alcohol for six hours after', I butted in and told them about what happened at Jo's birthday meal and thus recommended not drinking at all until the next day. There's the whole embarrassment factor to contend with. Because one drink and it went so much to my head that I slid off my chair.

Donor center on Margaret Street (it's off Regent Street past Niketown) has a very cool energy-saving device for the lights in the loos. Infra-red sensor is positioned to catch anyone who comes in, lights turn on, lights go off when you go out. I was very tempted to keep popping in for two seconds just to test the sensor.