I was happy till you called me epileptic

Thats what it says in the letter from the DVLA. So I cant drive - to say I am pissed off is an understatement. The nice lady tells me that my fits and my subarachnoid bleed were not related (according to the medical evidence she has). I text Frank to see if he can help - hes probably had enough after trying to sort out my mum this morning. Looks like she needs insulin to him referral to specialist diabetes nurse/ and then maybe the nephrology team. Happy days. Need to ring work see if its ok to get a taxi in again. I know its not life and death about the driving licence but it feels like it. Jeans off to work I had planned to take myself to the park with my camera for a macro session but the rains been beating down and the light is pooh. I cant be bothered. Anyway it will be of half term kids and worse still their grandads handing out bloody werthers.
As soon as I write that the sun peeks round the corner of a cloud. Should ring Mrs Mc Naught I owe her a call and need to mention the 2-0 defeat of the redshites on Sunday. Constipation still a problem and I have changed the pain killing medication in a bid to debung me. Knowing my luck I will get tothe park it will pee down and I'll need a dump. Think I will stop in and maybe have a kip - though taking to my bed seems like the act of a depressive. Alternatively I could be creative with software with photographs or make a serious start on the writing. Both of which activities could result in accusations of hypomanic swing. All I am clear about is my head is truly wedged up my own bum. Mindful I have the support group tonight and filming tomorrow - and work. Then 2 days off. Want to do some serious macro shooting - Jean will not be impressed for sure.
Thats blue sky - not much but some its windy - Hmm wonder what its like in the palm house to shoot. Could get down there early to do sunset if its nice.