Sweet tongued lady

Dont get me wrong, I’ve always had a spot for sweet food, but I must admit it, that since the growth has been mainly gone, that hankering for sweet food seems to have shot up for me. Thankfully at present, probably because my appetite, and metabolism got all mixed up by everything, I havent yet put on a lot of weight, despite all that. But yes, especially as I’m not as active yet, as I used to be, I must keep an eye on it for sure, especially as I’m still eating a similar amount of ‘non sweet’ food as I was before.

Thankfully, its not an expensive taste, its just a need for anything sweet, which is one blessing at least. Though interestingly, I’m still happy with just one spoonful of sugar in my coffee, so you explain that one to me?

Of course, the other thing that amuses someone who fancies being turned into a robot, which she finds a sweet idea, is the fact that in just 10 days from now, I’m going to be laid on a table, wearing a mask (admittedly plastic, not metal) while a machine does interesting things to my mind. Who me, imagine being turned into a robot by it, as if I would? But seemingly it would need to be a robot with a sweet tooth, lol.

OK, video time. No, not the obvious Archies song, but a Sinatra, though not Frank. Yes, I would love those boots, and the outfit, when I was much younger, well, maybe…?

I can imagine my destinations

To be honest, its worked out for the best that I had the taxi drive home from hell yesterday afternoon, which meant that all I wanted to do yesterday evening was have an evening watching baseball (though sadly the Dodgers lost, after I’d gone to bed), and not writing up blogs, as I can now cheat, and cover 2 days of news in one blog.

Oh, the taxi driver, no wonder the NHS funds are needed, because he cheated the route home so much, that fare must have been nearly double what it needed to be, but anyway. I was going to report him to Leeds City Council over it, but unsurprisingly, given everything now, I cant remember his licence number, so sadly he will now get away with it, but anyway…

Yesterday afternoon was the day the plan got sorted out, and signed off. I also delighted myself by finding out my walking distance without hurting myself, is getting better, though we are still talking in terms of about 100 yards, than London Marathon stuff, lol. Still, Occupational Therapy in Leeds on Friday morning will hopefully see a bit more improvement too. Other than that, a bit of Speech Therapy help to be arranged, not because words arent right, though still faint, more down to the fact that I have a dribble issue at moment, though even that seems far less today, good news. Other thing is a Social Help contact, to sort out things like Disabled Bus pass, postal vote stuff,and the  letter I need so that work can take the last step for medical retirement process. But as that couldnt be done before I agreed plan yesterday afternoon…

Plan is to start Radiotherapy in about 3 weeks time, for a period of 6 weeks, 5 days a week. Some might be shrewd enough to notice, that the exact start date is going to mean it might be over just before Christmas/New Year period, or just after, no guarantees either way, but holiday period, no treatments anyway, quite rightly. I will be doing Chemo tablets too during this period, and then do a few more of those in the 6 month period that follows too, but only a handful or so. I’ve been told that I need to allow about 4 weeks after that to get over the treatment, and then about a couple more weeks or so before contemplating flying or anything, all fine by me. Which in my eyes, gives me a probable date to do much at all as towards the end of February in likelihood. No promises on date, but it looks a fair date to me, with an anniversary on the horizon, March 15th, the first big seizure!

Just after the time, the lovely people at the guest house, sent me an email re the 3 nights that we never stayed there, saying the credit would stand for future use when I needed them. To be fair, I doubt they imagined it would take a year to get to that point, but it will. So, being the polite, and fair lady I am, I just asked if that date would still be fine to use it. Took about 20 minutes to get an email back confirming it would, so…Kudos to Pelham Lodge Guest House, Blackpool! No, Film Festival is later next year, but there is still the matter of the tram journey I never completed…

OK, end piece, got the call this morning, going to Leeds on Thursday afternoon to get measured for my plastic mask that will be used to direct the treatment to the needed area. Will also have CT, and blood test done on same trip, to give them the base settings they need pre treatment. As a few friends would know, I’d prefer a full face Iron Mask, rather than a positioned plastic one, but hey, its a start! Maybe the latter can follow post treatment, lol?

Right, to video now. One of my favourite groups of all time, one of their very early hits, live

Robot girls writing in their blog

Right, given their is going to be no further health news before Monday (probably Tuesday), and this blog is supposed to be all about a woman who wants to be a robot, lets get silly, shall we? Even more so given I’ve had surgery done on the brain, even if it wasnt of the robot type.

Actually, in truth, currently my mobility is probably less than a lot of these so called robot builds out of the far east, and there are days like yesterday when the brain runs slower than one of those old Sinclair type computers, let alone modern ones, but besides that…

So yes, even if they have rebuilt me (fine, the brain) a bit, there is still any amount of improvement that could be done, believe me. And yes, despite it all, I still have to admit, the idea of a full robot body look appeals as much, if not more. Alright, lets be practical, the likelihood of a full robot rebuild with current technology isnt going to happen for me, much though I’d love it.

But a full body suit, with my acting skills, and my current levels of mobility might be a fun way to cheer up an old lady looking forward to 6 weeks or so of radiotherapy, and the like might be fun. I’m not thinking in terms of anything amazing, though that might be fun, and indeed, if its just something I could have a bit of fun with, between radiotherapy sessions, to keep the mind amused, when the hair is gone, and all that, why not? I’m not going to just post too many details here, but I’m 5 ft 9 in tall, of medium build if anyone wants an idea? No point posting much more, as I know its not going to really happen, but if anyone wants more details, ask here, or email at robotunit8@hotmail.com and happy to provide. No, I’m not looking for a masterful Metropolis look (though that would be fun), just something definitely full body robot look to get me through radiotherapy and the like at this time.

I will say, money, I havent worked for 6 months because of this cancer stuff, and seizures, I’ve got at least 2 more months of limited funds, hence the comment about something basic, and no more.

But yes, if anyone wants to put something basic together, or knows someone who can, just for some silly moments between radiotherapy sessions, I’d love it.

OK, video time. A bit of old OMD for you. I’m looking for something more than the standard Tesla Girl look, but nothing excessive, so…

 

Dreaming in your sleep

Fine, I’ll also post this picture here, because Betsy would never forgive me if I didnt give her the chance to comment on this as the perfect bed for me. Due thanks again to Stacie (used on other blog) for putting this image on my timeline, and inspiring me.

silver bedroom

Yes, regardless of how much this would make the perfect room for a robot (and I’d love it, or a whole apartment similarly styled), the thing here tonight, is the bed. Yes, I really should have a new one (you dont want to know how old mine is!), but I cant afford one, especially one like that, and besides which, the challenge of getting it upstairs, and my old one down again, doesnt bare thinking about!

Oh, and if anyone is feeling generous, I really only need a single robot bed, believe me! And how could I sleep in that in anything less than a metallic silver bodysuit, lol? So I might need at least a couple of them as well… 😉

Anyway, for whatever reason known to itself, this bed, and said bodysuit, with me in it, featured in my dreams overnight. Sadly, as far as I can tell, I was only doing the robot look, not an actual robot, but it amused me, when I woke up (bathroom call) shortly after, and ‘clicked’ as I got out of bed. Sadly that was down to damaged joints, and not a robotic body, I can only wish!

I wonder what it would be like to sleep in a bed like that? It looks quite slippery (in the sense of movement momentum), even more so if you’re in a matching metallic bodysuit, but fine, I’d love to find out, if anyone wants to let me try…? Or if you just want to buy me a metallic silver bodysuit for my birthday next week? 😉 Or that bed…? Doubt that, but the bodysuit would be cheaper!

Yes, I have some weird dreams, dont I?

OK, video time. I did think Crystal Gayle, but then I found this, and lets face it, the women seem more under the influence of mind control, or are robot/mannequins in this, so lets go with this instead

Free will, or free from pain

Oh fine, I posted about this story last Sunday, but at the time I hadnt read the last few chapters, and seen the interesting way that the story culminated. Oh, the link for those unable to scroll back one week…

https://mcstories.com/OutOfMindControl/index.html

Given it can hardly be too much of a spoiler, for those who bothered to read it, Lilly might have got turned into a mindlessly obedient robot (which lets face it, I’d love, but most wouldnt), but events led to Trish getting a new robot body, but getting a pretty decent degree of sentience, even if I’m suspect that if someone wanted to control her mind, they probably could.

The hypothetical question for people like me (or even more disabled than me), is, given the choice, which would you prefer to choose? Pain free life, but in a ‘robot’ body, technically with sentience, though open to being controlled, or to have a free mind, and have to live with the pain?

I know, I’m not the best person to make a call on this, because lets face it, to get rid of all my pain, I’d take the Lilly option, lets face it, but hey, the Trish option would be absolute heaven! But would others do the same, or would they prefer their pain, but keep their free will, and a human body, hmm?

I know that for most of my readers, you have to try and imagine how painful, or limiting life is for some, but even then, if something happened to you, what level of disability would it take for you to take the Trish option (I’m assuming no one other than me would take the Lilly option), rather than carry on in pain, or is it just a total no go?

Comments here, on Facebook, Twitter, or to robotunit8@hotmail.com if you want to keep it private, or cant find the middle two, would be lovely, just saying. Not going to hold my breath for replies, but someone new might surprise me!

Video time. What you will need to do, in this theoretical exercise.

Don’t speak, just function

I know, there is no actual programmed rule in my system that says I have to post a blog here, if posting in the other one, but snag is, I just feel guilty if I dont. So given I had something else to discuss over there, I need to post something here,…bleep,…so…

I had to admit that, before reading this, I wondered how it was going to work into the robot tag that it has https://mcstories.com/RedButtons/index.html but fine, it fooled me.

Oh fine, why can’t I find a partner that thinks in the same way as he does? OK, this is fiction, but I would have thought that this, as hypnosis was pretty much possible? Might take a while to successfully ‘download’, but doable, cant see why not? Alright, I cant find anyone insane enough to want me as a partner, let alone one who wants a robot girlfriend, but yes, this might just be fun. I know, not perfect for a real robot wannabee like me, but as a consolation prize, it might do?

Fine, I’d love to look less like a human, and more like a robot than her, but a woman cant have everything, and lets face it, if programmed correctly, I wouldnt be able to object anyway, lol!

Yes, all they say about not pressing red buttons (and we sure dont want that idiot, Trump to push one), but this is one I wouldnt mind being aimed in my direction, and pressed.

Video time. I was trying to think about something that suggested not speaking, just functioning, and remember this 90’s classic

Let me be my fantasy?

In truth, I dont seem to get to writing long pieces nowadays. Probably burnt myself out, given I’ve written nearly a century of them, but there is also, generally, the issue of time as well. Maybe I need a new challenge, and who knows, I might get to that some day sooner, or later?

What I have started doing recently though, over at one of the forums, is getting involved in what is termed a 55 word challenge. Basically, you write a short piece, of exactly 55 words, based on the prompt left by the previous person, and then leave one for the next person at the end. Its fun, or is when I have a prompt I can work with, and it doesnt take long, because its only 55 words. Probably spend as long checking I’ve got the word count right, as writing it!

So yes, here’s a treat for you, a short piece I’ve written, that beyond a few dozen people, no one has seen, or is likely to see. Yes, its playing to my kinks, but anyway, here it is…

“So Harlean, what would you like to be?” asked her Fairy Godmother, “Choice is entirely yours, just remember one thing, only one choice is permitted, then you have to live with outcome?”

Stay Yourself?
Shiny Robot?
Cute young flapper?
Fine Edwardian Lady?
Alien, with her own spacecraft?
Sweet Thirties chorus dancer?

“I’ve decided, I’ll be…?”

Yes, I deliberately didnt take the choice in the story, so that people could decide on my choice for themselves. So what do you reckon my decision would/should be?

Stay Yourself?

No, you’re right, wouldnt be me to take this choice, even if I have to live with the decision for the rest of my life, lets face it, I’m going to go for one of those transformations!

Shiny Robot?

Lets face it, not so long ago, this would have been an absolute no contest, this would have been my pick. But now… Yes, it would probably still rank as favorite, but plenty of the others would be very tempting, I must admit.

Cute young flapper?

There probably is a critical factor on this one, to live, and have fun as a flapper, I would need to be cute, and young. Oh, and allowed to drink hooch, lol! Lets just say one thing, I’d make sure my investments in 1929 werent in stocks and shares! 😛

Fine Edwardian Lady?

I probably only included this because of my latest work in Blackpool, to be honest. Not that I would mind, as long as I was a fine lady, ideally with someone to tie me tightly into a corset! But no, I’d pass on that Transatlantic trip on the Titanic, lol!

Alien, with her own spacecraft?

Oh fine, this would be so much fun! Whizzing around, either in space, or around the Earth would just be so great. Especially as it seems humans quite enjoy aliens being a bit careless about being sighted, lol!

Sweet Thirties chorus dancer?

Yes, again this is subject to be given suitable dancing skills, as well as youth! I guess this one pretty much comes down to just wanting to know what Clara Johnson’s life was like, I guess?

So, given a free choice, but a one off, you have to live with your decision call, which do you think I should choose? I’m pretty sure I’d want to try something new, given the chance, so staying myself isnt going to happen. I dont think the Edwardian Lady would top the list, but if offered the chance, as the only choice, I probably would! Of the others, absolutely no idea which I’d pick! If anyone wants to suggest here, on Facebook, or on Twitter, wherever you see this, give me a shout out!

Of course, I could always become a fine, French lady of the past, or the present, but thats a whole different story! 😉

Right, video time. I dont often put up this sort of music, but the title sort of fitted, so I rolled with it.