He's got issues.

Mercy me.

I've been pretty occupied these last few days trying to sort out my life, basically. After coming back from hospital I've been faced with a big pile of hassle which requires my absolute fullest attention, and it's gotten me so stressed I'm perilously close to sacking it off completely and burying my head in the sand. Either that or just hiding the letters and ignoring the emails. Out of sight, out of mind and all that. However, deep down I know this avenue cannot be pursued and I'm just gonna have to deal with it. In truth it shouldn't take that long. I'm just being a whiny bitch basically. But this illness has made me so god damn lazy that the thought of committing even the slightest bit of effort to anything makes me sick to the core.

Finishing third year is gonna be a laugh, then.

I'll explain the situation. Basically, Sheffield uni have informed me that I need various forms of medical evidence to prove that I'm not a dirty little liar and that I do indeed have leukaemia. I also need them to be able to re-register and resume my studies. No problem, I initially thought, I'll just get my consultant to sort that out that business, and as expected he was more than happy to help me with my little issue. "YO I GOT THIS" he exclaimed (in much more professional eloquence). Cut to three weeks later and the uni inform me that they still haven't received the requested forms and that time is a ticking in regards to the whole matter. The fuck? I ring up the hospital and it turns out my wonderfully helpful consultant has only decided to fob off my medical forms and go on holiday for two weeks. Well. That's just fantastic.

So I've got to get my trials nurse to sort this out for me, and I'm hoping she's considerably more on the ball than my consultant is.

I've also got a few other issues to resolve. The uni think I'm coming back in September, when I'm actually returning in January. Needs to be sorted. My finances for next year are also in danger of going Pete Tong if I don't get the appropriate medical forms in. Needs to be sorted. And there's just not enough guava juice in this oppressive world. Needs to be sorted.

Still, I'm in a good mood. Despite now being completely bald, my clothes are properly fitting me again thus negating the need to go out and buy some more. A penny saved is a penny earned. I also seem to be keeping my eyelashes this time round so I don't look like a proper freak. You can always lay testament to the qualities of one's character if they possess eyelashes. I would also question those who have less than two eyebrows. If they have more than two... do your utmost to befriend them.

I'm signing off to play Forza. I know absolutely nothing about cars or how they work but I'm finding this game absolutely banging. There's nothing more satisfying than hearing the almighty roar of a computer simulated car engine. It's been in my head all day.

VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM *gear change* VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM *gear change* VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM *break* EEEIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *repeat*

I'm not even joking when I say that it's fucking awesome.

Big love,
Ryan.