I'm sick

Yeah, that's right, I'm sick. Again. I'm not bloody impressed. It's some flu like thing, I ache all over, even my eyes hurt when I blink for crying out loud! This is not fun. I can also feel fluid in my lungs, that hurts like a bitch. Fortunately it seems to be clearing up, even if the other symptoms aren't.

My mother has been pestering me to go into this bus place tomorrow and sit a mock theory test, to prove I'm ready for the real thing. Last time I did this (before the whole scheme was suspended) I was getting 97-98% in my mock tests. I've barely read the theory book recently though. I've been caught up in the FTM UK collab channel and website I've not even thought about the book. Which is really fucking dumb, I know. Some times I lose sight of my real priorities and get lost in the fun stuff. I need to start getting the finger out and studying more. Although if I feel like this tomorrow, I dont know I'll be able to go anywhere.

My mother even agreed that I'm ill, which is really saying something, especially if you've been following my transition blog.

It was my birthday yesterday, I am now officially 28. We had our wee party on the saturday night though as my brother came through for a visit. It was pretty cool, they done alot better with my presents this time, my mother said she would make up for the christmas that she accidentally made crap for me.

So, I got, The Lost Boys, the Die Hard quadrilogy, the Beverly Hills Cop trilogy, a Bench scarf, a cool Bench hat that I'd been looking for (although not quite the colours I wanted), some chocs (which I don't really like, anyone want them?), and a 'cat in a bag' (basically a mechanised ball that rolls around in side a wee bag with a fake tail sticking out) which has amused Lola no end.

The night was quite good despite my dad's repeated attempts to be a dick. I don't need to be told to close a door behind me every time I walk through it. And if I want to take a picture of my birthday cake before I blow out my candles, I will. I dont care if the wax is running, it's not gonna spoil the cake. And was there really any need to sing 'happy birthday' quicker than everyone else and then shout at me again to blow out the candles because of running wax?

We ordered take away as a treat, and all sat down to watch a film together. My first choice was Die Hard With a Vengence (I love that film), but as my mum and dad had watched it the other night (without me) they didn't want to watch it again so soon. So I conceded and we watched Die Hard 1. After that, I suggested one of the Beverly Hills Cop movies, which my dad blatenly ignored and put on some stupid game show he wanted to watch, despite the fact I'd said I didn't want to watch it and shortly after left the room.

Even on my birthday, during my 'birthday party' this guy cannot rein himself in. What a dick.

Anyway, I saved you a bit of cake, grab it before someone eats it all.

Bugger, I forgot to mention...

Uh yeah so in my haste to make a first post and see how the blog looks I forgot to mention a few things. For those of you who don't know, I'm Keltik. Im 27, due to be 28 in 2 days and I am just thrilled at the prospect of being almost 30 and having done bugger all worth mentioning with my life.

I'm transgendered, FTM, if you don't know what this means, the NHS have a wee discription page. I am unfortunately pre T and surgery, but for more on this, see my transition journal. I live in Glasgow, Scotland, and I'm 100% Scottish and I'm very proud of the fact, I love my country, I love living here and I love being Scottish.

I'm also a big MMA fan, I follow the sport as best I can but we don't get all the coverage here. I train in the sport at a gym in Glasgow city centre. I'm not going to name the place as I'd like to remain somewhat anonymous. I love the sport, I love getting stuck in and having fun, the gym also puts on a number of live fight shows which I've had the pleasure of being involved in.

I have cats, 2 currently whom I love to bits, 2 girls, Lola and Cheeky. I had 2 boys too that I lost recently which just broke my heart, they were the sons of Lola, Ninja and Travis. The pictures there are hosted on my twitpic account, there's even a picture of me in there somewhere if you have a look around.

I'm out of work currently, which is unusual for me, I've never been out of work for more than a few weeks at a time, yet this time thanks to this fucking recession, its now approaching a year. So, at this moment in time it would appear that I'm headed down the route of being a bus driver. Now, I really don't want to be a bus driver. I would like the license, I have my class C license (large goods vehilcles) and this would be a class D license but it means working for a company who don't treat their staff very well and tie you into a 2 year contract that you have to buy your way out of and that can cost up to £2k. Two fucking years or two grand? Fuck that.

I quite fancy one of the emergency services, in particular the fire service. Looking at their website and testimonials it seems like the type of job that would suit me and my personality quite well. Plus, chicks dig a uniform!

Ok, I can't really think of much else to write, I think that's enough to get me started.