So I came into the hotel room this evening to find my bed sheets in an odd position. I look at my fiancee and say "These bed sheets have been replaced, haven't they?" She stammers and bit then says "Ehm, yes... I tried tossing them around a bit so you wouldn't notice, but how do you know?" "New creases in the sheets and the pillow looked too straight..." "Oh damn," she says with a sad face, after which I just burst out into laughter.

"Why?" You might ask.

Well, in the morning I had dumped my cuffs 'n stuff next to my bed. Normally we hang a sign saying "Do not disturb" on the door. Apparently, after a certain amount has passed, even if the sign is on the door, room cleaning WILL enter the room to clean the sheets. So I can see the cleaners coming into the room and wonder "Okay, which side belongs to who? The left one has a lot of lotions and girly stuff and the right one has a lot of... fetish... gear... uh oh."

The reason my fiancee tried to shuffle the bed is that she was afraid I'd be angry about it. Instead I've been laughing hysterically. To me, staff finding out eventually was inevitable. It was just a question of when. I'll be sure to leave them a nice tip.

...but proposing to my girlfriend pretty much makes it to the top three...

I proposed to her during diner this evening and she said yes!

Luxembourg, I am in you!

It's not all that tight but it feels good *grins*

Apparently not this year. After five weeks of hospital and 3 weeks of general malaise, I caught a cold. So the cold is slowly dying out, now I'm coughing up crud. The symptoms point towards bronchitis, but until I have seen a doctor, it's only a suspicion. But a bloody annoying one.

My girlfriend landed on Schiphol today and I got to pick her up. I'm no longer alone, finally!

... but when I mean slowly I mean slowly. Last night I decided not to take the heavy painkillers and I slept wonderfully and I haven't taken any paracetamol since yesterday morning. So that's out of my system.

Today I went outside to throw about 3 garbage bags after which I found my body in a state of shivering. Not because of cold but because of sudden muscle use. Eep.

In other news: today also is the day I got myself a crutch. Yep, grandpa got his walking stick. And I found out I lost so much weight that I can pull the belt of my pants all the way to the first hole. Or the last. Yeah.

Well, little Ed is no more. He passed away yesterday. He had recovered from his ordeal quite nicely according to the good folks at the guineapig shelter, but two days ago he suffered a relapse. And yesterday they found him dead in his pen.

R.I.P. Ed, he got to live for almost 7 years. And trust me, for a guineapig that's really old.

As for Marloes, she's still living a happy life, albeit a bit lonely. The people at the shelter promised me they'll find her a new mate, I told them I prefer another bristle. So now it's waiting...

Nope, I can't stay out of the hospital, apparently... Sunday the 8th I was rush to the hospital with sirens blaring while having a high fever and Monday 9th I had to go back with yet another attack of pain.

So another echo reveiled still lots of blood in my abdomen that needed removing. So yet another drain was put in, I got another slice of hell (pain) and voila, I've been in the hospital for over a week again. Good news is, Friday I can go home, be it with or without drain.

Another thing: with a little luck, by the end of the month I'm no longer living alone. :)

I'm home, I want to stay home and recover now. The pain is as good as gone, there's still some tension in that area and my batteries are fully drained. Other than that, I'm good.

So last Sunday I had to call a friend awake who then took me to the hospital. Yep, more ecxruciating pains for me. I had an echo done and they found a large fluid filled mass in my abdomen. Long story short: I'm got a hematoma in my belly filled with blood and a drain.

So yeah I received a steady diet of painkillers, morphine and antibiotics since.

Yesterday I had a mental breakdown, today a social worker and a hospital psychiatrist came to my bed. We decided to stay with the psychiatrist. Tomorrow afternoon someone from the entertainment team will come pick me up and take me for a walk.

Ed is recovering well, he's eating good again and his girl joined him a few days ago.

to be continued

Yes, I'm home again. I feel like shit, to be honest.

My gal bladder got removed on Tuesday, during the night I got a MAJOR pain attack that was so severe I think they could hear me scream in agony on the other side of the hallway. And probably a floor down... Morphine had become my best friend that night.

Anyways, sleep was virtually non-existent that night, Wednesday I still had a lot of pain. Wednesday night I had more shots of morphine, Thursday night just one. I slept reasonably well that night, managed to sleep 4 hours in a row I think.

Quite frankly, the rest is a bit of a blur. I have a small jar with 10 pebbles in it, those were lodged inside a very inflamed gal bladder. I've got 4 small incisions in my belly, stitches can't be removed as they are inside. I've got needle marks on my left and right arms and on my upper legs from the morphine shots and the anti thrombosis injections.

I feel violated... Thankfully I can sleep in my own bed again tonight.

Today I'll be in the hospital again for surgery. My galbladder will be removed. I'm nervous as hell, I slept shitty.

Can this be over already?

Well today I didn't get a call from the hospital, so I'll call them tomorrow.

I did get a call from my supervisor, I told him I'll be staying on sick leave this week.

As for Ed: I've been to the vet today. She found out that his lower front teeth were extremely short and his upper front teeth were too long. That explains the difficulty with eating. He also got pain in his jaw hinge.

So now I have to force feed him with a syringe (no needle, don't worry), which isn't easy if Ed suddenly realizes he's out of his pen and starts wiggling like crazy. I've got a painkiller for him, I have to give him vitamin C tablets and vitamin D drops.

To be continued...

So I woke up after a nightmare laden night, feeling like shit. I feel like I've got the flu without the sniffles and coughs, but with the body ache. My eyes look slightly yellow too. I guess the gal bladder problem is still there...

So why rain and pour thing? Well, while I'm already getting a lot of shit tossed my way, my guineapig Ed is getting old. He's almost 7 now, which in human years would put him well in his 80's. Today I had to help him drink and manually feed him. I've got the feeling he's not gonna last long anymore.

He's had a good life with me, though. I got him while he was 1.5 years old. That's 5.5 years of squeeks.

So, today I've finally gotten home from a short week stay in a hospital.

The pain that I described last Monday came back on Tuesday and in the even it got SO bad I reluctantly called 112. So the ambulance crew gave me an IV, a painkiller against the sharp pain, a drug that takes the sick feeling away and a shot of morphine to top it all off. I felt like I had drank a sixpack within 10 seconds. They loaded me into the ambulance and took me to the hospital I was the day before.

In the hospital they did some more tests, a poke here and there, then told me I had to stay. Fine with me.

Over the course of 3 days I've had an echo, an MRI scan and finally an operation done. The latter involved shoving a 1 centimeter thick tube down my throat. I'll spare you the rest of the details. The echo showed a lot of stones in the gal bladder, the MRI showed what looked like a stone in the drain of the gal bladder.

I've had two days where water and food were off-limits, which can make a boy quite cranky, ESPECIALLY when the food cart comes by around diner time. Everyone was munching except me. A little complaint from my side and a phone call from a nurse later and I got some table scraps, but they tasted GOOD.

So today the IV finally got removed and I got released. I still got a bit of a sore throat and my left hand feels numb from that stupid drip.

By the way, an MRI scan is bloody noisy!

P.S. No deepthroat jokes please, laughing still hurts a bit as my stomach is still sore for some reason...

So today a driver of the mother company dropped me off at the Emergency Room of a local hospital... This is how it started:

This morning I woke up at 4:30 from a serious backpain. Serious enough to wake me up from a dead sleep. I've tried some stretch exercises, but not much helped. So I stayed awake till 5, when my alarm clock nagged me. I ate breakfast, then decided I wasn't gonna wait any longer. It was only when I started my car I saw it was 5:45. So I got to work at 6:10, surprising the cleaner.

Things didn't exactly improve from that point. I had finished one order, having a lot of pain already. I had asked for aspirins, which I got a bit later. I told the floormanager I was afraid that maybe it could be a herniated disc. But he responded "Well you know, the glass is half full." I still have no clue what he meant with that.

Anyway, I took two aspirins, after which, oddly enough, the pain got even worse but I also got a stomach ache. Which also got worse by the minute. So I told the floormanager I had to call the doctor. The doctor of course was on a holiday leave, so I had to call the emergency line. I got put on hold for a few minutes, by that time I was doubled over on a chair almost crying in pain. It kinda reminded me of my appendicitis, it was THAT BAD. Finally I got hold of a doctor, told her what was going on and she told me to go there asap.

"Fine, I'll drive there," I thought and my body replied "No you can't drive us like this, stupid!" Fear is a bad adviser, panic is even worse. I called a co-worker who was still in the main hall if he could get a driver to take me to the doctor. When the driver was there I begged him to call 112. Well apparently 112 doesn't come for undefined pains...

So anyway, after 10 agonizing minutes the driver arrives and I tell him "Drop me off at the ER, will you?" Which lands us where I started the story. I got checked, I had my urine checked, blood checked, I got poked in certain areas that made me almost jump off the table in pain and finally the verdict was "Looks like a kidney stone got passed towards your bladder.

Bloody hell, another ailment on my long list. So I've been given some better painkillers and got released. The pain had subsided a bit, but my back has begun hurting again...

Apparently SL screenshots do not count as art... Modified avatars don't count either. So I'm gonna delete my entries there.

Fuck.

... that you literally wanted to STRANGLE your co-workers?

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I had that today. Work this week has been hellish. We got a shitload of goods for restocking that we didn't have room for on the shelves anymore, HUGE orders were going out, shit went missing that people still are wondering about where it when... the usual.

But today...hoooo boy. We have our own shops and we have external customers. Packing stuff for external customers is the one thing I like. So when I looked at the roster and saw that one my name, I was overjoyed.

So, people grab their scanners, make a little note for the crates with the number on their screen, run their picking list and put that on the table to let me check it.

After that the floor manager gives me a list of the goods to check and voila, a whole order was missing... Excuse me?

Yep. One whole order. Gone. Turned out that one particular female (the only one for that matter) made a little error. She was picking order no. 3213, wrote down 3212. Coincidentally, another co-worker was picking order no. 3212. And they put them on the same table as it was the same number....

I am GLAD for checklists, as I managed to pull the two orders apart and put them where they belong, but I'd like to wring the neck of the female who mixed to orders!

Jesus, I know I'm working with people who have special needs, but they made it this far in life so I think it's safe to assume they can READ. But I guess the only cure for stupidity is amputation at neck height (thanks Duke).

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So this will be my last post from the US of A. These three weeks flew by quite nicely and I had a blast.

Mistress has used her boy as he was supposed to be used. I've gotten flogged (multiple times), punched (twice), hogtied (once) and wrapped me up in clearfoil with added sensory deprivation as a bonus.

Vermont is beautiful, very green. The lakes are nice, the mozzies are not. So far I've counted 9 stings... Bring in the aloe vera...

I'm gonna miss my Mistress. Thankfully we have Skype and Second Life, but still... there's nothing better than holding someone close.

Now if y'all excuse me, I've got to hold someone close here...

Breathing, sitting down, getting up, laying down, walking (yes even that), basically all things where you use the muscles around your stomach for are impacted by the corset. I guess it takes a lot of wearing to get used to. Granted mine is a bit tighter laced now by request...

...but ending up in the Emergency Room of a small town wasn't one of them.

So, yesterday my girlfriend found out she lost some objects. The last time she had seen them was before a hike we took in the woods. Now I'm already a bit familiar with that trail, so I said I'd do a quick walk around to see if I could find said objects. The trouble with the place I'm in however, is that it rains a LOT.

The trail has a lot of mud, silt and slippery stones. The latter preferably out of sight, you only find them when you step on them. In my case I stepped onto a hidden stone, almost lost my balance while my right foot was doing all sorts of movements it wasn't supposed to do. Ow.

I made it home, my right foot hurting more and more and I was cranky because I hadn't found what I had been looking for...

Move up n the day a bit, we attended a ceremony at a primary school, my girlfriends son graduated. By that time I was in agony. I couldn't walk anymore. Thankfully I got a couple of Ibuprofens from one of the teachers which helped surprisingly fast, but one thing was clear to me: I needed to see a doctor fast!

So I was driven to the local ER where my foot got examined and X-rayed. The conclusion was inconclusive. All that is clear is I strained my foot and there are no visible cracks. Doesn't mean it's not broken, though.

So here I am I'm cursing myself, 'cause I rented a big Dodge Charger for the week and I probably can't drive the fucking thing because of that damn sore foot!

I think I'll update again when all this is over...

Not sure anymore what happened the 11th as I slept rather shitty last night but here's what happened today...

Today we went back to Old Gold, which is a vintage store at Main Street. I was hoping to catch one of the girls working there, only to find out she's a temp and not working there today. Bummer.

However, while Mistress was trying clothes, my eyes happened to fall on an underbust corset which looked large enough to actually fit me. So I pointed it out to Mistress, she told the girl in the store and she helped me get into it. It FIT PERFECTLY. So now I'm the proud owner of a brand new corset.

On our way back we came past the Burlington Fire Department and the Ladder was out, so I took a couple of pictures of it. Then I asked one of the firemen if I could take a look inside... So I now have a couple of really nice pictures of firetrucks as well.

So when we got back home all of a sudden I got very frisky. I'll leave out the details as you can probably fill them in yourself, but I feel rather empty right now and Mistress feels rather full... *snorts*.

So that's a load of my mind... (pun there).

The actor is reported to have died on Sunday at Chelsea and Westminster hospital in London, after being hospitalised for respiratory problems and heart failure.

A Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea council spokesman said: "We can confirm that the Register Office issued a death certificate for Mr Christopher Lee on Monday 8 June, Mr Lee died on Sunday 7 June."

Bummer, that's another legend lost... :(