Cha cha changes.

Baaaahhh i'm losing my hair! The whole thing is really pathetic. When my dad died i sort of got things into perspective and thought that if i ever had to get chemo and lose my hair, i'd get a cool shave or something (although he didn't have to). Well, I don't have chemo, i don't even have cancer, and I can't describe how superficial it makes me feel to find myself sobbing with my fists full of hair every now and then. What happened to my ideals! What happened to the important stuff? 
I'm really angry with myself, and also for being so tired all the time,
 i'm not getting anything done. Ohwell, I'll see a specialist next week and insha.allah everything will be straightened out (pun not intended), and i can order my tickets back to Cairo.

Right now i have to take babe-o's sister to her doctorappointment. Noone seems to be walking straight these  days.



Au revoir, hair!








 

Christ on a bike .....

in a fucking blender 


So. No more booze for me.
Despite getting more and more sick, confused and tired since i came home I decided to go out for a wee drink the other night(or 3). Fun enough. Till the cops found me wandering about in pissing Bergen-rain in the middle of the night without my coat, purse, phone or man. They gave me a ride to the station (no, they didn't arrest me), 
and let me go to find my boyfriend, who came looking for me just minutes later.
I went to my friend's house and after several tries, managed to wake her up in the middle of the night to lend me her phone and some dry clothes. The inlaws were allready in town looking for me, and my man had been running around for several hours doing the same.

So, to make a long story short, a few days before i had finally gone to get some tests done at my doctors back home, since i was visiting my mum in my hometown for newyears. He called me up and told me i needed to get some of the results revised, as they indicated some thyreoid disorder and that i might need hormonal treatment. Since the thought of a life-long commitment to medication didn't sound too appealing in my lingually confused brain, i decided to give myself a few days. Yea. Not too smart. I got my papers, and my values are twice the highest normal. So much for me being happy about my weight-gain. Please keep your fingers crossed though, because i have yet to take my final and determening tests.

Apart from that, well il.hamdu-illah. I got all my well-deserved scholarships and more too. Infact, i've doing so well i've almost spent it all. Haven't done any work yet, i think i deserved a break, but we'll see what i get around to once my tests are all completed and sorted out. I've gotten to see all of my family (including my gorgeous baby-bumped sister, and my neice and nephews) and most of my freinds, and i still have time to meet the rest of them. Eventually i'll get some writing done, and maybe we'll get another magazine-copy up and running if the main men are up for it.

Oh, and before you start pointing your pointy fingers, I spent new years eve on the couch at my mums, sober as my childhood years. And this was BEFORE i got my first results. Mhm so there.

Insha.Allah will Annie fly over for a visit and HOPEFULLY join me back to Cairo when time comes. Until then i'll spend my time indulging in all the vanity i left behind when i left this country six months ago. Aaahhh how have i ever survived without 50 pairs of shoes standing  by?

Au revoir, booze!



*note to Rae; No, this does not mean you can kill my scruffy-shoes, they have been with me longer than you have.