Ticking Over

I invest in a test ticket today. So weather willing etc. Sunday I'm off to Old Trafford.

Tracy brings good folk to the fold today. Nice to see folk. Calm cataloguing day for me!

A Bit More Cheery

Beer, The Polyphonic Spree and The Mabels and my head is back together. It don't take much, well that and a reminder that unfortunate phraeseology is me!

Positive vibes Ken's way right now.

Accred report went in today. Linda's form was a massive help. Didn't feel nearly as difficult as last time so kudos her direction. Sometimes a structure really helps.

Fade 1.5 FoI 0.5, need to improve on that tomorrow. FoI should be scoring a big round nil.

Mo cheers me up during the day with a call. She's been in some training with Elaine who's been bigging us up. She claims I'm barking but no news there. Mo explained we're working together on KSF friendly reading lists and good for her. That's exactly how it is and should be. She does the best acute I know.

Getting it Out My Head

Being the idiot I am, I didn't stress when the folks told me the old fella had been for a biopsy as a result of odd skin tings happening. No diagnosis so just something that might happen. Called home yesterday and they found cancerous cells and want to do more tests. Not in itself anything to majorly stress about, still don't really know what is to be faced yet. Except while I don't freak I do find the whole thing suddenly alarming. Which is stupid, and I know it's stupid but suddenly it's real. Poor Tracy cops the aftermath. I don't think it was to bad, I just mentioned it. Now usually when in normal mode, I'd have got it out into the open, done my bit of navel gazing here and maybe poured myself a beer and told myself to get over it. Thing is this place isn't in normal mode right now. I'm not in normal mode with it. I'm freaked about what I write and when I write it right now (I should be over this by now) not because of who could read it but more because of the fact that it's shut away. It's not me, I don't do this place behind closed doors. Mind you it maybe me just being freaked with the whole Dad situation to.