Ohh, ATP. Between the mennorrhagia and the pressure issues I was in a pretty dismal state, and it wasn't the festival it was last year (posher, bigger, noisier, crowdier and massively queuier) but it was still awesome. A quick apology to someone who spoke to me between Sonic Youth (brilliant!) and Gang of Four (amazing!), though -- I couldn't see you because the stabby white lights had brought on a migraine. I don't even know who you were! dansette, was it you? Sorry about the complete failure to communicate, anyway. It was good, though. Iggy Pop. Wow.
Medically, though (I've gone straight back into a pile of health professionals) I'm anaemic, but not so seriously that I can't sort out my stomach first. This afternoon; tracking down my ultrasound.