Nothing good here- calculating my longevity by the hour most of the time. Can’t think of anything positive to blog about. Tried to do some glass, but it’s freezing outside standing on the concrete and playing with water in the grinder tray. Not good. More pills. Went to have a blood test- whcih is the “audition” to get to see a new GP- they didn’t have my requisition form- were going to send me away, I was going to do something final. Luckily they decided to get a new form, so I waited 1.5 hours and had my cholesterol test, that I know is perfectly fine for my age and size and I know I haven’t got diabetes. My arteries are made of cement, but they don’t bother me yet. SO why can’t they get around to fixing how bloody miserable I am- I’ve tried and tried and nothing seems to work, except marking time and the faint hope that there is something left on the list of possibles. My brain and body work fine- it’s just my feelings are shit. I was OK while I had the casual job lugging computers around, but I can’t do that for the rest of my life (it’s only casual and occasional). Just see me at 87 lugging a 10Kg computer across and office… lying behind a modesty panel around a structural column, in 18years worth of dust, plugging in an Ethernet cable…you’ve got to be kidding! I’m willing to do it now to fill in time till I feel better, but sheesh, world!