That Time When Everything Went Fucking Mental.

At some point in my life, I'm going to look back on these past 2 weeks and think "dyou remember that time where everything went fucking mental?"

Because, and bear in mind that my life has been far from conventional and I seem to encounter crazyness and hassle at every turn, these have been the most insane two weeks of my life. Well, that I can remember. And to be fair, my memory is shite. But I'm pretty sure that even if I remembered every single detail of my life, I would still think of these past two weeks as the most ridiculous.

In a paragraph..

I've fainted twice in the street, been subsequently poked and prodded by doctors who then diagnosed me with diabetes, had a lumbar puncture and countless blood tests at St Mary's (the hospital where it would appear every wing and corridor holds some disturbing memory of mine), been thrust into debt by emergency dentist and root canal, subsequently having to miss going with The Cats to the Big Chill festival (the only break I was to have this year, and also the second holiday this Summer that I've paid for and not gone to), spent about a week living at Charolastra No.1's house as I had a bit of a physical and mental shutdown, had the briefest of confusing sexual trysts with Rocket Boy which managed to shake me up within the space of a week, held a hugely unsuccessful but entirely enjoyable gig night at which I was rejected by Rocket Boy but also inspired by his singer friend through having a conversation swapping tales of music and heartbreak, was then followed around the back alleys of Camden on my way home by 8 or 9 guys, one of whom had me by the neck and I got away by stubbing my cigarette on his hand, that night my dj's saved my life - Robocop and The BFG came for me in a taxi at which point I blacked out and went into shock, waking up in the BFG's arms and immediately feeling safe and cared for (a novel new feeling), Darcy called and wanted to meet up and gave away no clue as to what the hell he wanted from me and I nearly fell for him all over again but at the last minute he mentioned Greenland and I remembered what a liar and coward he is, I lost my ipod (doesn't sound like a big deal, but I don't function without my ipod. Couldn't leave my house until Pickled Lily lent me hers), I got offered an incredible job offer in Bristol that would involve entirely relocating, got offered several promotion-related jobs that are pretty cool, none of which I applied for or even knew existed, subsequently decided to entirely drop everything I'm doing (working at the hospital, working at the autistic charity, doing my degree/masters) and persue music. Again. Like it didn't break me completely enough last time. And I'm just under £1,500 in debt due to all of the above things (not including the 10 grand of student loans I have to pay back). All of this resulting in me being thrust completely into limbo, and quite probably the next time my feet touch the ground and everything settles down, it will be into a life that is completely different.

Yeah I know, right? Fucking mental.