When I get home I am going to cook each meal I had in here just to show the HSE it can be done well. And how they shouldn't be afraid of salt, pepper, or food with colour.

Ulcerative Colitis. Finally. A diagnosis. Not anxiety, stress, or what I was eating. Discharge on Wednesday but I am hoping for tomorrow. Steroids, infliximab, and immuran up next.

I need hospital kitchens to understand the concept of salt, fat, acid, heat. Please God. People sneak food in just to get some seasoning.

Also I don't think I will make my flight for Kamping Kitbash at 0600 tomorrow 🤣 Hope you all have so much fun. I am so jealous, and pissed off. So I have removed Instagram for the duration. I don't want to be upset 😅

I was off my tit's earlier after a procedure and sang a song about marmalade on toast. My husband just laughed. Are you not entertained?!

Yes I do like the taste of CT contrast fluid. In fact I might even say it doesn't taste of anything.

I am appreciative of the amazing bed side manner of the nurses here. But this older patient needs someone to roar at her to stay in bed. The fall alarm is going off all the fucking time.

I have been transfered to Mallow Hospital. Luxury. Every bed is it's own room. Alas I can still hear an old lady announce "I'm very poor." Over and over. It's heart breaking. But at the same time...

In ospidèal again. Lovely nurse gave me a pill. "It's a stomach pill. You're taking these now." OK. Cool.

I did extensive measuring and mock-ups to make sure the back which is arriving today can carry hobby stuff. This is my "I'm flying for the hobby" rather than "I'm driving for the hobby" case. The latter is a monster. This has to fit in checked luggage, survive, and be carry-able when I get there.

I truly believe that soon there will be only one person subscribed to all streaming services. And all they're doing is ripping content for the seven seas. Yo ho.

On the new phone. It is not leaving this house, or being held at an altitude greater than 5cm relative to me until my new case arrives. Phones are slippery mfers.

After a day of researching, there isn't a mobile phone out there which meets my needs. So we are going in to get our usual upgrades. I shall dumb down my phone interface and uninstall anything I can use a computer for. We shall see how long that lasts.

I need Nokia (HMD) to install Android Go on their devices natively. Please. ❤️

Just letting my tech-head stuff creep in here. The new XBOX handheld which will retail at $999 does not play XBOX games. As you were.

Have them in storage now. But, funny story. Back when The 'Ra dumped a car down the road from us, and then set it on fire an Garda Síochána popped over to ask questions. Walking into the house past the three swords and one axe hanging on the wall. Bigger fish to fry n'all that.

I woke up earlier than usual so now my body thinks it's lunch time.

My weighted blanket has sprung a leak. Tiny little glass balls everywhere.

Quick and easy mac and cheese! Takes 30 mins and requires an oven preheat.

The only thing worse than Hobby drama/art community drama is *not knowing* what the drama is. Drama is a spectator sport. Come oooooon.

Not everything needs to be an app. Banking on my computer is OK. I can't root my Android because banking apps have apoplexy.

I'm watching a streamer play Strange Antiquities and it's tickling my trinket brain.

Listening to an auld Kerry man talk to two Americans about badgers digging holes in Muckross Park was bizarre and funny.

I'm making a list of things to pack for Kamping Kitbash. Can I pack my Palestine GAA shirt or will I be arrested?

Husband: Our phones are due for an upgrade. Me: busts out the Which.co.uk subscription to research phones, chargers, tracking tags...

HOW have I managed to get a COW LICK on buzzed hair?! This is not OK!

While hair is at the awkward as fuck stage shall wear hats. Alas, it's not quite hat weather so none in stores. But I have a lot of yarn. I am sitting in front of the stove, watching Cracking the Cryptic while crochet kitbashing a hat.

Dear Diary, There was another slug.

Yesterday I spent some time putting heads in a box. #NoContextKitbashing

I buzzed my hair off. I had already taken the dreads out. But the long ratty top knot thing was annoying me. Unfortunately, my hair has been one particular way for so long it's just hair-ing in its own way. I also have more than one crown so it's just fucked.

Why are toolboxes not square? And by that I mean right angles. Why are they tacticool?

I have a lens adaptor arriving today. So I can use my Pentax mount 20/30 year old lenses on my 6-month-old Canon. :)

Shit's fucked yo.

I'm waiting for a phone call.

Without saying Voltron, what is your favourite giant robot? (Not gypsy danger, but chrono alpha!)

I am so tired I can't sleep.

My main impulsive thing growing up was wanting to reply to essay questions with yes or no. I had a thing against the "you must write things in this exact way". Goes with book reviews. THERE'S A BLURB. I want your opinion. Not regurgitation.

I touched a slug. It was a traumatic experience for all involved. We surprised each other.

Nare a winter hat to be had. Come on Ireland. It's sweater weather.

Meeting a friend in the city for full-on autumnal consumerism. I cannot wait.

My hair normally: watch me grow thick and luscious really quickly so you have to keep constantly shaving the sides. My hair, now I'm growing it out: now you want hair?!

I'm waiting for the chimney sweep to get here. I am so tired. So help me God if he is late, or cancels after being late I'll use the fire and burn it all down. I need to sleep. Please just come. Just get here and do the thing.

A lot of what we do now is peer pressure from dead people. On that note, you do not need to double-space after a full stop because YOU'RE NOT WRITING ON A TYPEWRITER.

I made a small Evil Sunz war banner. Acrylic paint, applique (machine and hand), scrap fabric. It is a precursor to two "full-size" banners that are in progress. Another Evil Sunz, and a Nurgle. The Nurgle is my favourite as it's made out of leather taken from an old sofa.

Your last saved pic is your moral philosophy.

Still calling my IUD an IED. It has now entered the household lexicon.

I can't decide if this would be covered by Ken MacCleod's Corporation Wars, or Neal Ashers' Quiet War. Hoping for the latter. Let the AIs argue it out while I ignorantly play farming sim games.

If people want to hang out and see what I'm listening to I recently blew the dust off my Last.FM account. Still working on getting the scrobbling to work so it's a bit sporadic. Let me know if I should listen to things! www.last.fm/user/quinnyk...

I'm editing a video. I have taken my provigil. Unfortunately I am now hyper focussed on the Chemical Brothers' back catalogue and not the video.

What people need is to bookmark this and fold them all into daily usage. Bonus points if you do so as gaeilge. www.irishtimes.com/life-and-sty...