I sat on the bus on the way home from work today. That particular bus. The Citylink 2 to be exact. Has got to have the most annoying bell, which is actually a sickening beep that goes right through me. Making my Eve’s apple in my throat want to retch out of itself. Yes vomit nearly came up on the back of the head of an innocent woman!
So lately. I’m getting over the 2nd virus in 2 months. Courtesy and perks of my NHS job and hospital environment. So feeling a little wiped out and drained still. Life has been busy. There has been a lot of work, extra work and music making. Very little leisure. I find plopping down in front of the TV because I’m exhausted, rather irritating. But it’s had to be done this last week. My crisp addiction has spiralled out of control. I didn’t realise how good ‘Wagon wheels’ tasted since I was a kid. Not helped by a new pound shop opening near my bus stop. Last week was full of intention of getting my book finished. But its not quite there yet. Something more is holding me back before its completion. Ange the wifey say just relax, it will be finished when it needs to be finished. So I’m taking a bit of time out to get rested. Book writing is tiring.
After all the operations. My metal pins and plates were removed on the left side with the full upper infected wisdom tooth that started this drama off. Sinuses have been given the all clear and are really healthy. Thickened Adenoids scraped, nose examined. ‘The’ painful molar tooth was extracted a few weeks ago. Pus has been seeping out of that hole. But the pain has stopped. So its pretty shitty in there. But apparently healing nicely. I went again to the Maxi Facial clinic on Monday to see a consultant regarding the on going cheek/mouth leaking. An X-ray later and comparison to previous ones. The latest conclusion is that there is a ‘lesion’ above where the tooth was removed. The bats in that cave are now flying out. So I’m hoping with a lot of coconut oil swilling, colloidal silver, salt water rinses. This 2 year oral nightmare will heal. I’m hoping for discharge in many ways including from the clinic soon. So on with the super foods and getting myself into a healed state. We’ve been enjoying the after effects of Anges fruit smoothies. Thank you Jamie Oliver. The chopping it all up and freezing them ready to go in a bag was a great idea. When my knees actually work again after doing some Olympic decorating last weekend. Now spring is arriving and the beautiful blossom is in bloom, I might get my bike out for my lake cycling.
Solo acoustic stuff is progressing. I keep adding bits of my claudsville YouTube. The ‘project X’ is in the works. I cannot call it ‘Wildkin’ like I’d hoped. So I’ve been reading Jim Morrisons poetry for band title inspirations. I’ve been hammering the drums with Subway Circus rehearsal. Such a good vibe with the band. I got so excited after doing an excellent ‘fill in’ during the reworked cover of ‘Mad World’. . Ange and Claire looked round at me and made me cock up. There is this instrumental part after the 2nd chorus that Dave the Bass Player and I can go a bit mad on, before Paul the guitarist plays his chilled out guitar. The absolute raising of vibrations is great. I can feel it through my bones and aura. We jam so well together. E.P and live work next. Claire our vocalist just fits perfectly. The feeling of getting excited again in a band feels new. Music is ever evolving for me. I can never let myself get bored and unchallenged. So I don’t. Like I keep saying. Drumming is great for ones ‘Guns’ it eradicates bingo wings. Oh Band breaking wind / news. I’ve moved from 5B to 5A size Vic Firth drums sticks. Exciting huh?
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Subway Circus in rehearsal March 2014
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I, along with the kitties really missed
My wife last week while she was training in her new job in Birmingham. 5 days is the longest we have ever been apart since we’ve met. A weird feeling. But she is in a job, where she can excel now.
Thank technology advances for facetime and skype for keeping in visual touch over distances
Clange
Do I miss some of the other things I’ve recently left behind in my life? Nope, not one bit. Evolving and moving forward is a great thing for this Gemini.
I spent 20 minutes tonight trying to hear Ange on the phone, while she was on the bus. With the incessant background screams of a child. 20! Yes 20 minutes. I asked Ange to put her phone on speaker so I could shout “SHUT THAT FOOKING CHILD UP, give it bitty or something!” But alas she wouldn’t.
Irritating noises day.com!
I’ve concluded that I’m meeting far to many weird people, the world is too full of idiots and power trippers. The city centre where I live is a zombie apocalypse waiting to happen. I already see the walking dead. Which I might add .. I’m really frustrated at the latest series that has, yes done some character developing, but…yawn.. spent it on a train track to Terminus. “Those who arrive survive!” I don’t care. Kill ‘em! Well you know what. I wanted more gore, more zombies, more drama. I’m hoping there is a horde from hell on Monday. Please make the next more action packed.
You only have to walk about and look into people’s eyes. The souls light has gone. I need to be a lot more cautious with my law of attraction thoughts. So I’ve just ordered another really helpful book. ‘Ask and it is given’ by Esther and Jerry Hicks. It will be a nice addition to ‘The Secret.’ I have a huge stack of books to read now. I really must crack on with them.
The more time I spend in our healing room with clients, myself or Ange and I. The more I love it. The energies are wonderful in here. It’s my safe haven away from the chaos and the vampires who drain my energies. I’ve got a job interview tomorrow. I’ve got to dress like a clown and enter the room by galloping like Miranda Hart. True serious professionalism in a basket! It was the best application I’ve done to date. I wish all applicants well. To shine in life. I do my best and work hard and genuinely at everything I do. I will always walk away from the things that no longer interest me, irritate me and give me no pleasure or sense of achievement.
My honesty is not welcome in some circles. I stick to my guns. That’s who I am. I answer to myself, my peers, my loved ones and the powers that be. The rest can just fcuk right off.
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