Today, an important man in my life died

His name was Ivor and I've know him since I was born. He's always been there to offer advice and taught me a lot. He suffered a heart attack this morning. The ambulance arrived but it was too late and he died in his wife's arms.

Looking back, I feel guilty because he taught me so much and helped me whenever I needed it yet I knew so little about him. I never asked him how he lost his eye or how old he was. I don't even know his last name. What makes this worse is that in times like this, I'd ask him for advice which constantly reminds me that he's gone.

He was part of the scenery around here, every morning he'd be watering this plants and say hello as I left for college. Everyone in my street knew and loved him but no-one more than his wife Eileen. They were inseparable, they were Ivor and Eileen. I spoke to Eileen a few hours ago and she's inconsolable. She blames herself because she didn't ring the ambulance fast enough. I tried to tell her otherwise but she wasn't having any of it.

I don't care if anyone reads this or not, I just needed to vent. Newspaper obituaries never do people justice and he deserves to have something nice written about him somewhere, even if it is in some corner of the internet no-one will ever visit.

It's been almost a month since I wrote a blog so I'm writing one now.

College is back in full swing and I've been thrown in at the deep end with three written phase tests in the first six weeks which is kind of daunting. I've already passed two with an 88% and an 84% which I'm chuffed about with the third on this Thursday. It was kind of surprising how few people returned for the second year. Of the sixteen people in my group last year, only five have come back. I'd only met most of them that year but it's still a shame to see them go, especially those who passed last year. It's a waste of talent methinks.

Also, I've robbed my little brother's copy of VP: Trouble in Paradise which is basically exactly the same as the first one but more annoying. Some guy in a stupid hat keeps smashing my pinatas, he seems to target the artic/desert pinatas which means I have to catch them again before I can make them a resident. I prefer the first, it's much simpler. Like me.

I'm still looking to pick up Death Magnetic by Metallica but, from what I've heard, it's like St. Anger all over again. Convince me to buy it, I really want it to be good but I'm cautious.

Yep, back to college .

I'm starting college proper this Monday but today I had to go in and re-enrol so I got all my GCSE grades, my grades from my previous year at college, my proof of age, put it in a nice, neat folder....and forgot to take it with me

Luckily, because I was there last year, they had all my details on their system so they just pulled them up and all was good. I've got to go in again tomorrow for some welcoming thing and to pick up my new student ID and timetable.

I've got to go and pick up some new boots and overalls this weekend then I'll be all set. I'm not looking forward to having to get up at 07:00 every morning again but once I get back into the swing of things it'll be alright.

My kindey stones are gone

I went to the hospital today for another CT scan which showed that I was stone free. That means no more stupid pain, no more pills that make me unsafe to use a toaster and no more hospital visits.

A few days ago I decided to keep track of how much I drink a day and it turns out I'm only drinking just under a litre a day which is bordering on plain dangerous. I'm lucky I didn't get anything more serious. Needless to say, I'm drinking more now.

Yep, I've got kidney stones

I was admitted into hospital on Thursday night with suspected appendicitis so the very kind people at the hospital felt it would be best for me to sit around for three hours before being seen. Who says the NHS is bad?

After discovering I am immune to nearly every damn kind of pain relief, I had to have a suppository. For those who don't know what that is, you don't want to but I can easily say it was the most uncomfortable moment of my life, both psychically and socially. After this, I got some junior doctor who stabbed me three times before finally placing my IV drip after which I was able to get some sleep with the exception of being woken up every few hours to have my blood pressure, pulse and temperature taken.

The next morning I was treated to cold toast and water for breakfast before getting an X-ray and CT scan which showed that my appendix is not trying to blow up and I have kidney stones instead. Apparently I have them due to dehydration which I find hard to believe seeing as I down pints of milk a day.

Anyway, I've just been released with a lot of drugs so I'm spending most my day high as a kite. I like it