Mwe he he!

If ya think I'm evil in my choice of illustration¹, Lent-doing people,

You're all pansies. I haven't tasted bread in six months, forget about cake.

Nyeh. I'm struggling with the greens-'n'-synth-meat reintroduction, but it's not willpower that's the problem. I rather like cabbage and stuff as long as I can cook it myself. No, the problem is that my brain is not constructed to do well with such precise measurements as "some" or "a small plate", and I have no time for "ooh, we don't do all those confusing weights and measurements here *giggle* *hairflip*". This makes me panic. Panic.

I don't know if this even merits the 'aspie' tag, since I'm sure other people would benefit from hard data. Numbers shouldn't be pushed on everyone, but not even giving us the option...

I want numbers, damn it. And, honestly, if you can really only give me a figure in ounces, I don't have a problem finding a conversion widget online. (The NHS is officially metric. I think in metric. NHS staff talk and think in imperial. It's rather retarded.)

Anyway, if I've gained again this week I'm going to give someone a harsh talking-to. They are failing to support me. I couldn't even get to see a nurse last week because they kept me waiting until I (felt I) had to leave for work, being late enough already.

My back's better-ish; I'm still periodically aware it's there, though it's not really pain at any point. This morning was the last physio appointment for the moment. We're getting orthopaedic chairs on trial at work. *waves flag*

¹ Time-sensitive link, because the page is updated weekly; the billing I refer to consists of (parasected) "Songs of Praise Lent - Pam Rhodes discovers there's more to Lent than giving up choccy ..." and illustration is a piece of choccy cake being invitingly cut into by a fork. But this is the inside page; the front page illustration is a picture of the named presenter.