Cold Potato

I AM A COLD COLD POTATO

Being serious, I am always cold. This has been scientifically proven by the thermometer which normally tells us that my temperature nips about in the 35.3-36.7 region. Normal would be 37 deg.
I have always been easily chilled like a lolly because I have crap circulation. And if my feet are cold then every things cold. Now with having a lack of hair my head feels the cold big time. Then I wake up and my body is too hot (sweaty, mmm, nice, plastic bed) and my head is like an ice cube due to the imbalance thats going on. Anyway, I found a video which describes exactly what I need for when I'm cold.
My mum just told me that I have to write that it has sweary words in it, be warned.

I actually love Jenna Marbles and I go onto youtube every Wednesday specifically to watch a new video she has put up...Its a boring life I lead, I know. 

Speaking of being cold. A couple of days ago I had a platelet transfusion because they were low. Low is an understatement. I had 6 platelets!! SIX! I couldn't believe it! Normal people have 150-440 but no no I have 6! Platelets clot your blood and stop bruising and bleeding. My nose bleeds every time I blow it (yummy). My gums bleed when I brush my teeth (tasty) and my skin does not heal and of course the only place where this is happening is on my face. Where else? Anyhow, so Rose came in and announced that she was roasting. I thought this was strange because my feet were purple and I had the hot water bottle on my head. Then I started shaking, not normal chittery chattery teeth, I mean full on body shaking. Then my hands and feet went numb. Rose was like "ahh yer stressin' me out". Tried so hard to stop but couldn't very strange! So I called the nurse and she said just wait it will pass. And it did. Yesterday I got another platelet transfusion and the same thing happened again but worse, to the point where my muscles actually hurt from shaking. So I told the nurse again and she told me that it was a reaction to the platelets! I got given some piroten to stop the allergic reaction and it worked within the first minute! Good stuff.

Once again I am attached to the drip thinking of how nice it would be to eat a Nandos. I don't even like Nandos that much, I have just been craving so badly a lemon and herb chicken wrap with portobello mushrooms and a slice of halloumi cheese along side some chips with a bit o' peri peri. TAAAAASTY. My uncle Bryan wrote me a poem about Nandos I thought I'd stick it on the blog because clearly he is a talented guy!

So there are a couple of conditions you must adhere before when you read this poem
1. You must read it in a Garry Barlow northern accent ie ( aww right luv/ how do)
2. You mustn't get scared of massive Nando sauce bottles winking at you through your window.
Ok, all agreed then. Here we go!

I love me nando's it has to be said,
Right now when I'm sitting in me bed,
I look out window, what do I see?
Peri peri is winking at me,

When I get out of 'ere nando's there's gonna be trouble
I want a flame grilled chicken on the double,
Am telling you nando's were gonna have words!
Am gonna smother you in lemon and 'erbs

just you wait nandos i'll be back!
I want a card and you'd better make it black!!!!

I've made up my own poem below. Getting a black card would be like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Heres ma poem.

I want some Nandos..

I want some Nandos..          

Im hungry..

I want a refillable drink..

I also want a black card..

But I'm not sure they are real..

Like a unicorn or Hogwarts..

I want some Nandos..

This is ridiculous, I genuinely did not mean to sit for the past half an hour and type about Nandos. Im just peckish okay.

Problem solved!














One last thing, here is Milly again.