Hello nice Pokémony peoples
congratulations on now having a Lapras all of your own to wave back at mine, DoctorTwo, and hurrah for everyone else's Pokéjoys & heartfelt commiserations for your Pokésorrows - including feelings of disappointment over Christmas event. Niantec have given us socks, haven't they? And for lots of people, socks that don't fit &/or that are made of something they're allergic to.
Today - well, yesterday now - was the first time I've been well enough (well, just about physically able to do & I did, admittedly, have to get rescued from the supermarket when my cardiacWEIRD v rudely tried [but crucially, failed!] to knock me out) to go out. I hit up a fair few Pokéstops; reached candies needed to evolve myself a golem; walked far enough to be 0.6km off my Alakazam; hatched a Bulbasaur & now I only need one more candy so that's next to walk (though we're due to be tripping over them, I know, I want to get one & do a mass evolve that brings in THREE new Pokémon as well as shoomfing things through & off to live with the Professor. I caught TWO festive!Pikachus so need only to catch one more & a festive!Raichu can (nay, SHALL!) be mine! I caught a Dratini, too, which was Highly Pleasing.
Aaaaaaand my 10K egg hatched & it was a Smoochum. So I now have two "baby" Pokémon 
Was quite a nice way to mark it being a year since I was last discharged from being a hospital inpatient, really. I haven't even had to go to A&E! (There was one ambulance, but they let me have a TINY sleep & unscramble my brain a bit while they were doing paperwork & monitoring me; & decided I wasn't so post-ictal as to be hazard to self/others/shipping; & after offering me the choice of hospital or not, took me to the shops I'd been headed to when I was rudely interrupted by my Malfunction.) Even if I don't manage to get all through 2016 without admission (though that is starting to look possible!) I have at least managed MY year. And of course I decided to celebrate by kicking off the (years overdue, I know I'm small, but amount of gaps I fall through healthcarewise is ridic) opiate rotation made possible by retrieval of fentanyl patches from the chemist (1 week after prescription went in & they had to be ordered specially, so not Awful/Epic Fail).
The hope is that the change to drug delivery methods will let me step down doses enough to move over to one that is the least-awful opiate (they think...) long-term use.
Please excuse the overshare there. I do realise a year without having to go into hospital should not be considered for an achievement, but I fear it's what passes for one here these days & Professional Crippledom can be a bit isolating so, you know... and actually, much easier to say it to some Nice Random Anonymous People Online than to the people I mostly try to hide how ill I am from... 🙄
To leave things on a brighter note: thank you, kind taxpayers, for being lovely "employers", I am again grateful for my Christmas Bonus of £10 & choose to believe I am specially picked to have the extra tenner bestowed upon me because I am THAT good at being disabled that yes, yes I deserve a bonus, yes I do. There is a chance it might get converted into Pokécoins. Budget permitting, etc... 🎄
(And now it is time I tried to get some more sleep. Nice sleep. And yes, probably that does explain a lot about this post... 
😴)