Sunday, October 29, 2006
It's just too much to mention
We have been to the Classic Car exhibition at the NEC - brilliant. Really good show, lots of jags.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Prepare to be an invalid!
Went to the clinic today for my pre op assessment. Things are not going to be as straightforward as I thought.
I will be in hospital for at least 5 days, not the 2-5 as originally understood. In practice it will be more like 8 days. When I come home I will be unable to take my full weight on my hip for at least 6 weeks! This means that I will be on crutches for this time, and cannot carry anything whilst moving. Think about it - I have nowhere to sit and eat in the kitchen, instead I have a separate dining room. Whilst I will be able to make myself a cup of coffee, I won't be able to carry it, and will have to consume it standing up in the kitchen! I will not be able to cook, clean, have a shower - can't get in the bath! I knew I wouldn't be able to drive for 6 weeks but I had still thought I would be pottering round after a couple of days, painting the gate, clearing cupboards, steaming the carpet, transplanting conifers, instead I will not be able to put my socks on!
They have given me a raised toilet seat to put over the top of ours, and a grabber to help pick things up as I won't be able to bend more than 90 degrees at the hip. For at least 3 months!
I saw one of the nurses I will meet again at the hospital, who did blood pressure - it's low, and my weight. 10 stone 4lb. (At home I was 10/11, a very good way to lose a half stone!) Then I spoke to the occupational therapist, who was giving the news about all the things I won't be able to do. Then went to have blood taken - as usual I asked if I can lie down as I have the tendency to faint, and she says, oh, I've come in part time, and although I used to be a blood nurse I haven't done this for years! hah - made her more nervous than she made me then! Actually all went well, no swoons, and four pots taken successfully.
Anyway, went shopping afterwards for the stuff for the Christmas puddings and the cake, and also went to Macarthur Glen for some nightshirts, flat shoes to accompany the crutches and the bowls and basins I need for the kitchen.
Back home spoke to Hubby who told me to ring the chaps that the surgeon had given me to get in touch with - got through to one, who told me it will be the best thing I have done, once I get over the fact that it will be very painful afterwards. His quote - "Incredible surgery, amazing difference, very painful afterwards, but go for it!"
Fair enough.
Will have a glass or three of wine tonight though, think I deserve it!
I will be in hospital for at least 5 days, not the 2-5 as originally understood. In practice it will be more like 8 days. When I come home I will be unable to take my full weight on my hip for at least 6 weeks! This means that I will be on crutches for this time, and cannot carry anything whilst moving. Think about it - I have nowhere to sit and eat in the kitchen, instead I have a separate dining room. Whilst I will be able to make myself a cup of coffee, I won't be able to carry it, and will have to consume it standing up in the kitchen! I will not be able to cook, clean, have a shower - can't get in the bath! I knew I wouldn't be able to drive for 6 weeks but I had still thought I would be pottering round after a couple of days, painting the gate, clearing cupboards, steaming the carpet, transplanting conifers, instead I will not be able to put my socks on!
They have given me a raised toilet seat to put over the top of ours, and a grabber to help pick things up as I won't be able to bend more than 90 degrees at the hip. For at least 3 months!
I saw one of the nurses I will meet again at the hospital, who did blood pressure - it's low, and my weight. 10 stone 4lb. (At home I was 10/11, a very good way to lose a half stone!) Then I spoke to the occupational therapist, who was giving the news about all the things I won't be able to do. Then went to have blood taken - as usual I asked if I can lie down as I have the tendency to faint, and she says, oh, I've come in part time, and although I used to be a blood nurse I haven't done this for years! hah - made her more nervous than she made me then! Actually all went well, no swoons, and four pots taken successfully.
Anyway, went shopping afterwards for the stuff for the Christmas puddings and the cake, and also went to Macarthur Glen for some nightshirts, flat shoes to accompany the crutches and the bowls and basins I need for the kitchen.
Back home spoke to Hubby who told me to ring the chaps that the surgeon had given me to get in touch with - got through to one, who told me it will be the best thing I have done, once I get over the fact that it will be very painful afterwards. His quote - "Incredible surgery, amazing difference, very painful afterwards, but go for it!"
Fair enough.
Will have a glass or three of wine tonight though, think I deserve it!
Monday, October 23, 2006
two weeks and counting
Well, lots of things have happened over the last couple of days. Went out to a great restaurant in Eastwood with Trickster and his new girfriend. She is really a very nice girl, and I hope he sticks with her. Also met up with Dangerous for the first time in absolute ages. He has bought a bungalow, his builder cut off two fingers on the circular saw and he has fallen out with his sister.! At least he hasn't decorated our bathroom this time after the last pink cocktail incident!
Brother of Hub has decided he isn't coming to Spain with us over Christmas as his new girl can't get the time off. Rather a relief that we will not have to spend a whole fortnight with the lovey dovey pair, however we have now decided that due to the op we can't guarantee to be able to go either! We will see how it goes and decide later. Not sure if will get insurance, will I be able to get on the plane, can i walk, be comfortable enough- who knows.
Been at my job for eighteen years tomorrow! Wow! Feels like only forty!
In two weeks time I will be going in to hospital, ready for the op. Starting to really get wired about it now. Have lost a half stone ready, mostly by going without the copious amounts of red wine. Could have eaten a cigarette on Saturday night though, and now not going to Spain not likely to be able to enjoy a puff in the near future either.
Anyway, have booked a holiday for next year, flights and car for about £300. We will be going in September. Poppy B got back today - the three of them have really enjoyed it and apparently my garden is looking great! They ate at La Boheme, www.champagnecompany.com they went on the beach, even to La Grenadella without shoes! They got lost, tried a U turn and go the car stuck - they were fortunately rescued by La Guardia!
Glad they had a good time, and that they liked the place as much as we do.
Brother of Hub has decided he isn't coming to Spain with us over Christmas as his new girl can't get the time off. Rather a relief that we will not have to spend a whole fortnight with the lovey dovey pair, however we have now decided that due to the op we can't guarantee to be able to go either! We will see how it goes and decide later. Not sure if will get insurance, will I be able to get on the plane, can i walk, be comfortable enough- who knows.
Been at my job for eighteen years tomorrow! Wow! Feels like only forty!
In two weeks time I will be going in to hospital, ready for the op. Starting to really get wired about it now. Have lost a half stone ready, mostly by going without the copious amounts of red wine. Could have eaten a cigarette on Saturday night though, and now not going to Spain not likely to be able to enjoy a puff in the near future either.
Anyway, have booked a holiday for next year, flights and car for about £300. We will be going in September. Poppy B got back today - the three of them have really enjoyed it and apparently my garden is looking great! They ate at La Boheme, www.champagnecompany.com they went on the beach, even to La Grenadella without shoes! They got lost, tried a U turn and go the car stuck - they were fortunately rescued by La Guardia!
Glad they had a good time, and that they liked the place as much as we do.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
going bionic -hip op
Try this music, I bought the album recently and it is ace. www.lilyallenmusic.com
really good tunes, reminiscent of all the reggae and ska stuff that was around when I was her age, very good, and recognisable voice immediately. Everyone seems to think it is outrageous that she calls the police "the filth", is this really such an 80's term?? Obviously I am so out of date I am hip!!
Op
Anyway....two and a bit weeks left. Really busy at work, everything is time critical. Until you have such a deadline you don't realise that time is a quality in itself.
We take it for granted. I'm sure that Second Hub didn't once he was diagnosed, and I think (I know,) I understood its finality, but in a different way, now, everything I do at work needs more than the two weeks.
Meetings. Love 'em or hate 'em, but they are necessary for the average working person. Now, either the people I need to attend cannot be there in the next two weeks, or the projects we meet about presently cannot be finalised inside the next two weeks.
So, I have Deputy!!
Deputy is a... well, what is he? He looks at Racing Pages .com or whatever every time you see him; he talks Gambling! he doesn't appear on the outside to be a member of GA (but then I can't ask his wife!), and he doesn't own a racehorse (his suits aren't sharp enough) and he is definitely not a jockey (his suits aren't tight enough)!
But he is bored with what he does on a day to day basis, and makes no bones about it. So I have been trying to get him interested, firstly from the point of view of my job, want it to be well looked after while I am not there, but also to give him something to want to come to work for.
Took him to a meeting today when he actually looked interested! About the Goneaway product. So I say to him, when I get back, please feel free to continue with these projects, this is not just an interlude! So when I come back bionically and he has my job I have only myself to blame!!
Anyway, got the shits tonight, and needed lots of painkillers, so may not go to work tomorrow, I have not used the "oh it hurts" up till now, so maybe deserve to once before it all happens!
really good tunes, reminiscent of all the reggae and ska stuff that was around when I was her age, very good, and recognisable voice immediately. Everyone seems to think it is outrageous that she calls the police "the filth", is this really such an 80's term?? Obviously I am so out of date I am hip!!
Op
Anyway....two and a bit weeks left. Really busy at work, everything is time critical. Until you have such a deadline you don't realise that time is a quality in itself.
We take it for granted. I'm sure that Second Hub didn't once he was diagnosed, and I think (I know,) I understood its finality, but in a different way, now, everything I do at work needs more than the two weeks.
Meetings. Love 'em or hate 'em, but they are necessary for the average working person. Now, either the people I need to attend cannot be there in the next two weeks, or the projects we meet about presently cannot be finalised inside the next two weeks.
So, I have Deputy!!
Deputy is a... well, what is he? He looks at Racing Pages .com or whatever every time you see him; he talks Gambling! he doesn't appear on the outside to be a member of GA (but then I can't ask his wife!), and he doesn't own a racehorse (his suits aren't sharp enough) and he is definitely not a jockey (his suits aren't tight enough)!
But he is bored with what he does on a day to day basis, and makes no bones about it. So I have been trying to get him interested, firstly from the point of view of my job, want it to be well looked after while I am not there, but also to give him something to want to come to work for.
Took him to a meeting today when he actually looked interested! About the Goneaway product. So I say to him, when I get back, please feel free to continue with these projects, this is not just an interlude! So when I come back bionically and he has my job I have only myself to blame!!
Anyway, got the shits tonight, and needed lots of painkillers, so may not go to work tomorrow, I have not used the "oh it hurts" up till now, so maybe deserve to once before it all happens!
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Friday, October 13, 2006
Friday, Fog and Photographers
I used to sit with the male members of my team, and talk was about horses, tips and odds, beer, the war and football, and now I sit with the female troupe. I have to confess that they do cross stitch! I mean, they are in their twenties, for heaven's sake. Perhaps cross stitch is the same as crystal meth?
One has recently gone off on maternity leave so we have had the pictures and the obligatory visit with the offspring - thankfully I was on holiday - and now one of them is getting married and you would not believe the amount her parents are forking out! Well, maybe you would, but considering all my marriages have been do it yourself affairs, it certainly, as they say, beggars my belief!
Over the last couple of days we have had the Saga of the Photographer. Little L and her mum paid the aforementioned snapper of snaps an £85 as a deposit and have been trying for a couple of weeks to get a receipt and also to book an appointment to finalise the details. The wedding is not until next August, however apparently you need to order early for these things. Considering Hubby and I organised our do in the space of 6 weeks and still managed to have a transvestite Abba tribute band at the evening do, can't understand the panic, but hey!
Anyway, this thing was to cost £2,500. No, not the wedding, the Photographer. Is it just me? OK, I'll shut up then.
So, if they can't manage to send out a receipt, would you be happy with paying them that much for a few photos and expect them to turn up/take off the lens cap/develop the right negatives?
Nor me.
Anyway at the "last" minute, instead of sending the receipt through the post, the firm have sent the deposit back. They have refused to do the gig. No reason given. Cue floods of tears from Little L and, by default, her Mum. This girl is a rottweiler when it comes to project managers not doing their job, give her a wayward Photographer and I would expect her to eat him for breakfast, but as it is to do with the wedding it all goes out the window.
Forget the fact that I have one team member on maternity, another heading that way imminently, (if she burps, you find yourself ordering towels and boiling water), one up for hospitalisation, oh, and me for the same, one resignation, and the rest working flat out to cover these and their own jobs, as well as a Board communication telling me that they have decided they need me to find a fully qualified QA analyst to get this product live by 15th December, no worries, if you need me I'm in the loos talking to a distraught Little L and persuading her that all will be all right on the night, it was meant to be, and don't for a moment worry about it.
Only Friday the 13th after all. Are they racing at Haydock today? That, I can handle.
One has recently gone off on maternity leave so we have had the pictures and the obligatory visit with the offspring - thankfully I was on holiday - and now one of them is getting married and you would not believe the amount her parents are forking out! Well, maybe you would, but considering all my marriages have been do it yourself affairs, it certainly, as they say, beggars my belief!
Over the last couple of days we have had the Saga of the Photographer. Little L and her mum paid the aforementioned snapper of snaps an £85 as a deposit and have been trying for a couple of weeks to get a receipt and also to book an appointment to finalise the details. The wedding is not until next August, however apparently you need to order early for these things. Considering Hubby and I organised our do in the space of 6 weeks and still managed to have a transvestite Abba tribute band at the evening do, can't understand the panic, but hey!
Anyway, this thing was to cost £2,500. No, not the wedding, the Photographer. Is it just me? OK, I'll shut up then.
So, if they can't manage to send out a receipt, would you be happy with paying them that much for a few photos and expect them to turn up/take off the lens cap/develop the right negatives?
Nor me.
Anyway at the "last" minute, instead of sending the receipt through the post, the firm have sent the deposit back. They have refused to do the gig. No reason given. Cue floods of tears from Little L and, by default, her Mum. This girl is a rottweiler when it comes to project managers not doing their job, give her a wayward Photographer and I would expect her to eat him for breakfast, but as it is to do with the wedding it all goes out the window.
Forget the fact that I have one team member on maternity, another heading that way imminently, (if she burps, you find yourself ordering towels and boiling water), one up for hospitalisation, oh, and me for the same, one resignation, and the rest working flat out to cover these and their own jobs, as well as a Board communication telling me that they have decided they need me to find a fully qualified QA analyst to get this product live by 15th December, no worries, if you need me I'm in the loos talking to a distraught Little L and persuading her that all will be all right on the night, it was meant to be, and don't for a moment worry about it.
Only Friday the 13th after all. Are they racing at Haydock today? That, I can handle.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Bring back Beckham
Can't beleve how badly the England team played last night. Late kick off meant that I had to listen to the first half whilst sat in a traffic jam. It was quickly apparent that the English weren't getting the best of the possession.
Traffic very bad as a scooter and a car had duelled and the scooter rider had lost, then there was an event at the Harvey Haddon stadium called, ironically, What Next! It was rammed. And as the powers that be have recently had great fun turning a two lane dual carriageway into a one lane with lots of room for pushbikes and parked cars, complete bloody nightmare!
So, traffic jams and bad football. Not a good start to the evening, and then it went from bad to worse, what with the own goal and all. I mean, what was Gary Neville thinking of? Considering these people get paid £50k per week, I've seen more passion shown in the team meeting at work that they displayed on the pitch last night.
Sack MaClaren, appoint O Neill, and bring back Beckham pronto, or we won't get to 2008!
Traffic very bad as a scooter and a car had duelled and the scooter rider had lost, then there was an event at the Harvey Haddon stadium called, ironically, What Next! It was rammed. And as the powers that be have recently had great fun turning a two lane dual carriageway into a one lane with lots of room for pushbikes and parked cars, complete bloody nightmare!
So, traffic jams and bad football. Not a good start to the evening, and then it went from bad to worse, what with the own goal and all. I mean, what was Gary Neville thinking of? Considering these people get paid £50k per week, I've seen more passion shown in the team meeting at work that they displayed on the pitch last night.
Sack MaClaren, appoint O Neill, and bring back Beckham pronto, or we won't get to 2008!
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