Yay, kay_cricketed is back amongst her subjects! *waves banners and flags*

Can you guess who's still awake after... ooh... rough guesstimate... seventeen hours, with the two-hour sleep break I got on my night shift deduced from that total?

Now guess who's gotten sick yet again.

If you answered 'you have, laila'! then give yourself a round of applause and a cupcake! Mm... cupcakes, always nice to think about even if you are dizzy and nauseous and starving hungry but unable to eat because last time you tried (a chocolate bar at eight AM, after failing to keep down the 'dinner'I ate at around ten thirty the night before) you were sick.

In case this entry's tone wasn't enough to tip you off - I am goddamned tired. In fact, I am so goddamned tired that I've gone beyond tiredness and I'm just in a fuzzly altered state (with added nausea and dizziness) where everything seems very much... just kind of there. And also kind of funny. And I am about to fall off my chair. I have this feeling that one of the reasons I almost always get sick on placements is that, when on placements, I am always sleep deprived to some extent due to the shift patterns and the nightmare commute which kills me dead, and it knocks my immunity sideways. I have got to get a job where I can work more or less a nine to five post-registration. I think the twelve-hour shifts are ruining my rest and sending me into a downward spiral of debility. Or something.

Went to doctor's after night shift for emergency appointment and he said much the same. Which wasn't much help when what I'd like is to be told 1. that there is something horribly wrong with me and 2. that I can take a course of happy pills and get better straight away. Guess the concepts are mutually exclusive or somesuch. Trying to be intelligent round doctors hurts my brain.

Note to self: must not marry doctor as will spend entire wedded life in state of mild paranoia.

You may have guessed from the fact I'm still up that I'm not going into work tonight. My mentor kept trying to send me home early last night and telling me I shouldn't be there, which I think was A Clue.

In other news, was mad stupid early for work yesterday. In fact, I was so mad stupid early I had time to buy a new pair of trainers before I went in, having realized that I utterly detested the old ones, because they looked stupid. I haven't worn them in yet and they're already about ten million times more comfortable than the ones I had before. Plus they're black where the last ones were navy blue, which made no sense as I almost never wear navy blue and very little of my clothing actually went with them. I never liked those old trainers. Not even when they were new.

My secret? My new trainers are actually a men's size six. I'm a five and a half and a woman, but they're mad comfortable. The half size extra gives me a decent width fitting and room to move my toes. Must remember to do that again in future. Plus, men's trainers are cooler and don't insist on shoving pink crap all over them. Yes, I am a woman, but I KNOW I am, okay? I don't have to wear goddamned pink training shoes to prove it.

Further note to self: must never let mother bully me into buying her choice in footwear ever again.

Got my glasses fixed on the way home. One of the plastic nose pad thingies had fallen off. Those of you who wear glasses will know what this means and also that this is not comfortable.

Anyway, I went into the opticians and had it replaced. The first optician couldn't manage it but the second more professional one could. I love opticians. It's where the Freemasonry of Glasses Wearers gathers, and they all know the codes. Just go in weraing glasses and they're great to you. And they do minor repairs free, which is always nice.

Whoo, and I finished my oft-delayed isotype post. Yaynesses. I'm afraid I couldn't make much happen because my brain wasn't working, but it's done and at least they're actually in a position to get started now. Ooh, I remember I have devious plans for that. Must also remember to request not to be rescued too early because Ken needs to get in trouble. Lots. He also needs to get injured because he's the uke in this here OTP, god damn it. And therefore he must not be saved before that can happen. Damn you, Ken, will you be hellishly cute and unwillingly vulnerable so Youji can carry you home and get you undressed, but simply because you're wounded and out cold you understand save your ass and thus gain your grudging respect already?

Anyway, am getting cold and feel like I want to be sick, so maybe I should go and have a sleep and rest my poor little frazzled brain for a time. Oooh. Headrush. I think the tired is beginning to catch up to me! I have two options, either I can run faster or I can let it clobber me over the head and go take a nap.

... mmm... decisions, decisions. Meh, I'll take a nap. Doctor's orders. Promise I will answer comments later. But too tired now. Sorry.

*loves you all*