stuff and things
An intimate portrait of Emma's current daily life:

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Naaah, 'snot so bad. I am absolutely fucking shattered, got me some iron deficiency anaemia there which seems to want to get worse notwithstanding iron treatment, so we are busy ruling out Things Inside Me That Might Be Bleeding. I don't have ulcerative colitis so yey! I'll get back to you on that.

Now have people to move into the house, and I have shotgun on the fucking huge downstairs room. WINZ0RZ. Have to move an extremely disgruntled Lola, who nommed her spay wound open and is now wearing a lampshade and cursing me openly. Moving to be done on 1st May. Is weird. End of era, etc. Though the girls are only moving down the road, so.

SCARY BUISNESS: The DWP gon' take mah shit. Well, they are sending me an IB50 to assess my continuing eligibility for Incapacity Benefit. PHEAR. They are notorious bastards and now there is this ESA thing and it is fucking impossible to live on the social work bursary which is why everyone else lives with their parents GAAAAH. So that's a worry. Any suggestions?

Miss you all. How's it going?