I've just had a real life TV dilemma that made me think I need to get out more and watch less TV. Should I watch two fat men throwing darts at a board, or an pixie-like Australian being cute? Well - I went for the fat men in the end, and sadly found it gripping. See - I need to get out more.
I started my thyroxine today. This is it now for the rest of my life. I find myself worrying about a breakdown in society, drying up my drug supply. A Judge Dredd distopia where I can only get them on the illegal market for more money than I can raise. I know on a mild scale what it's like to be thyroid hormone-less and it's crap. So cancer has not only put me through the ups and downs of the last year, it's also compromising my revolutionary desires. Ok, so they were pretty armchairish anyway, but still.....
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