Good luck at the caridologist, Lesley - I hope all goes well for you!|
*scurries off to Google Wallace and Gromit!*
Reply #1661. Nov 02 10, 8:25 AM
Oh - they're cute! :)|
Reply #1662. Nov 02 10, 8:42 AM
Yes...............I'll second that, hope all goes well Lesley.!|
Btw..........being a "Newbie" to your Blog and not being "up to speed", who is "Merv," with whom you exchange "ritual hostilities"?
Bionic.........yes I always feel a bit guilty "highjacking" a Blog (after all this is Lesley's), but am quite happy to chat on the understanding that should she wish me to cease doing so, need only say and no offence will be taken.
Back to you Lesley......another side of my RN training, is "Get up now", MEANS "now" and so am usually able to be "operational" instantaneously. So as I have to act as "Duty Chef" for cats, I might as well (cats permitting, do toast & coffee for Pam and a coffee for me. So I take the toast and coffee up to Pam, allowing her the "luxury" of pulling herself together in slow time. Anytime between 0730-0830 (depending on how fast Pam "surfaces"), I get the car out and take her to the station (she works at Liverpool).
Bionic........being inquisitive, not to mention down-right nosy, I took a look at your profile and see we have a couple of things in common.
Both my wife and I have written a fair amount of Fan-fiction...or "Fanzines"......in our case Star Trek. We are a pair of "retired Trekkies".
Cats..........we have 4 of them!
"Twitch"..........female Tabby...........16 yrs old.
"Gemini"..........female Black & Tan.....12 yrs old,
"Sharna"..........female brown & ginger..11 yrs old.
"Leo".............male silver tabby.......7 yrs old.
All 4 are "rescue" animals.
Wallace & Gromit stamps.......love them, but I gather complaints have been received about them, apparently they "offend" some religious people. Why?
Er..............do have your Blog back Lesley.........!
Reply #1663. Nov 02 10, 9:11 AM
I think bird owners would agree that their feathered friends make the rules--when they think their owners should be up and about... when the food and water should be changed or replenished...|
I often tell Ethan he's not the king of the house--but I doubt if my words matter!
Reply #1664. Nov 02 10, 9:24 AM
I always say that this is Bubba's house - and he allows me to live here!|
Reply #1665. Nov 02 10, 9:55 AM
Lesley i do not ned to be trained in providing breakfast in bed, i normally do lightly grilled toast scrambled eggs . glass of orange juice and tea or coffee.|
No idea as to whu or what caused the itching to stop really but pleased it has, and btw the itchy scalp shamppo really works too.
Reply #1666. Nov 02 10, 10:30 AM
Glad to hear things are looking up for you.|
Reply #1667. Nov 02 10, 11:02 AM
HA! That's really funny about Merv! Probably thought you were safe when you didn't spot him inside...Wish I could have seen the reaction.;)|
Did I miss something? What is an Alexander lesson? Hope all is well. Parking is awful everywhere, I think.
Reply #1668. Nov 02 10, 11:14 AM
Wow, Merv! Maybe he came back just for our benefit- I think we all have someone like that and they usually either have some sort of magnetic connection or are replaced by an equivalent, as unfortunately bores are in no shortage.|
Two hospital visits in a day? My grandma would have been in heaven had that happened to her but everyone else may not. At least it gets them out of the way and hope the parking wasn't too expensive.
Alexander lessons are basically fixing your posture and how you move, I had them for many years as a child, have no idea what difference they made except I can move my arms without moving the rest of my body which most people don't realise they do. That would have taken approximately five minutes to teach, I'm not sure what the other years ever showed me but may have been even worse without them, whatever that meant.
Reply #1669. Nov 02 10, 12:06 PM
Is 'balancing the book on your head' a part of the lesson? If so, then I'm familiar with some of it...:)|
Reply #1670. Nov 02 10, 12:26 PM
|I've been out most of the day and will you all please stop talking about hijacking - it was lovely to come back to a slew of posts. |
Here's an article with pictures of all the W&G stamp designs.
I bought a book of 1st class and a book of 2nd class, to use. I resisted the temptation to buy a souvenir set, or a first day cover, because I've got enough clutter and I'd only lose it.
Thank you all for your good wishes. Here's what I got up to today.
Warfarin blood check at the hospital satellite a mile from home. Noon, and hardly any cars parked. In and out in ten minutes.
Post Office to get some cash and buy stamps.
David, thank you for explaining Alexander lessons so I don't have to. :)
Decided to go straight to the main hospital. An hour till the appointment and I could have gone home but I would probably have ended up being late. Took ten minutes to get there and only ten minutes and once round the block to find a legitimate parking space and hope I'd remember where I'd left it...
Had half an hour to spare so I looked in on the ward where I spent three weeks in April and a few days in July. When I was discharged, they said come back when you're well. "We only ever see sick people here." I said I was work in progress but nearly there. They remembered me. One of them even called me by my name!
Then Cardiology, and finally a pharmacy for yet another prescription, and home a little after seven.
I couldn't have done that six months ago, but I wasn't tired. I was buzzing till I got a phone call from someone you learn not to ask how he is because he'll tell you. I started yawning when he started telling me the ins and outs of his wife's incontinence. "Oh she won't mind me talking to you about it." Ask her. I think you'll find that she will.
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The appointment in Cardiology was ten times better than the last one. The reception staff were back to normal, and communicating. Isn't "Sorry but we're running a bit late" so much better than "Don't worry, I'm sure they know you're here"?
My BP was at sane levels, I wasn't feeling buffeted, and was able to talk to the Cardiologist properly. He agreed that beta-blockers and raynaud's don't go together, and he's taken me off the bisoprolol - yippee! - and replaced it with digoxin. I am looking forward to having pink toes again. They were purple pre-op, and pink post-op, but blue on beta-blockers. Not the best look.
Seeing him again in four months. And I found my car. :)
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VM, is that funny like the blogs, that everyone laughed at because it was happening to me, and not to them? *sob*
Yes, I felt safe. False security. I didn't react, though, when I realised it was him. I answered him calmly, as though I'd known he was there all the time.
We used to have cross-town bus routes, but now they all go to the bus station in the town centre and turn round. I used to be able to get a bus from three minutes' walk from home, to outside the main hospital. Waiting for one bus is bad enough but I value my sanity and there is no way I'd willingly wait for two. It was all very civilised till Merv asked me:
"Why don't you just hop in that sodding great jag of yours?"
I explained as politely as I could that there had been a period when I wasn't well enough to drive, and he still looked blank, so I told him I'd had heart surgery in July.
Then he started banging on about not wanting to drive because of all the lunatics on the road. I've heard it all before, almost word for word. He had no need to risk his pretty neck when his wife was such a good driver that he felt safe enough with her driving to curl up and go to sleep. Yes, in case anyone was wondering, this is a grown man.
No, no books on head. That sounds like deportment lessons for young ladies - which I am not!
Ray, live long and prosper. This is for you. http://tinyurl.com/266g5hh
Did you ever read the blogs? The real blogs, I mean (bow head as a sign of respect for the loss of the blog community), not these pretend things? You would have seen a good number of references to Merv in there.
In a nutshell... he was my postman, and he used to spend a lot of time standing on the doorstep, telling me he was desperately lonely. Of course, as so often happens, he worms his way in by making you feel sorry for him: and, as you get to know the nebbish a bit better, you find out exactly why he's lonely.
After he retired, he adopted me as his drop-in centre. He had the right to access and hospitality at any time, and would exercise that right by leaning on the doorbell, except once when he banged on the front window. He said he did it so as not to disturb me with the doorbell. He just made me jump out of my skin. He usually managed to call when I was eating or watching TV, and once complained that I was always eating when he called. (Listen to yourself, Merv.) He often had a curry and a few beers inside him, which made him (if that were possible) even better company.
It stopped when he said "This'll probably annoy you but..." for the umpteenth time, and insisted on finishing his sentence. He was right, it did annoy me. I thought I really don't need this, and told him to go... away. Just as well he stopped coming round when he did, because garrysouders was going to get on his white charger and run him through with his lance.
Copies of relevant blogs available on request at moderate prices.
Gary, is that an offer? If it is, it might just be the best offer I've had all year. :)
Reply #1671. Nov 02 10, 8:36 PM
You have a friend who recounts his wife's incontinence? Get him on here! I miss my grandma and if someone else wants to blether about how many seconds short of the toilet they reached, or how many pads they got through yesterday it will make me feel quite nostalgic. It's not about quality so much as familiarity.|
As for the old blogs, olav ha sholem. The pictures, headings, comments you could connect to the original posts, and the little number by each entry telling you who had left a message. I have my other blog which tends to be of a nature I can't dare link it here, and although have saved all the others' outside efforts very few seem to have the incentive to keep them going like they did here. And it's always quite a challenge finding alternative words to express my disapproval here let alone avoiding actual chances of slander. Not of anyone here mind, but people I either know locally or public figures. That applies to both blogs here I know, but posting a few photos of suburban scenes could make up for many swears and slanders.
Reply #1672. Nov 02 10, 10:08 PM
|The proper blogs were the only part of FT over which we, the proletariat, had a bit of control. You posted pics of places and people, Garry posted pics of people and his paintings. If an idiot posted something nasty, we could delete it (although I'm happy to say that I never had to do that). If someone left a comment and then wished they hadn't, we could delete it. We could edit our posts to correct or update them, and we could even play around with the fonts and colours. |
Best of all, they were all under one roof, and clicking the name of someone who'd commented would take you to their blog. If we venture into the outside world now, we have to wander round finding various sites, probably log in, and probably fart around getting through the captcha filter. Life's too short for some of us to be bothered. Which is a shame.
I saved my blogs - at least I thought I had. I looked for the one where Merv is mentioned for the first time - "An hour with Merv and George" - and I haven't got it. How did that happen? *sigh*
Reply #1673. Nov 03 10, 5:55 AM
Lesley..........No, reading of Blogs and contributing to same, is something I have only recently discovered. Thus did not know of your..er.....um..."experiences" ! Thank you for the explanation.|
Am actually somewhat "peeved" today as I have just done the Fun Trivia version of "shooting myself in the foot"! Having completed the Knockout Quiz, was faced with TWO "You did not answer this question"............and screamed at PC, "Did, did, DID" and stomped off having a "hissy fit"!
Grrrrrrr, snarl, gnashing of teeth.........AND I put the right answers too! So instead of 18/20......I scored 16/20 which is unlikely to be enough. LOTS of "not happy"!
Reply #1674. Nov 03 10, 9:38 AM
I have a penpal who feels the need to tell me (a) when he shaves, (b) every time the diarrhea hits, (c) every heah problem he has (in excruciating detail). He and I got connected because he's a blind musicin (piano and organ), but it seems that's all he does well (half the time he can't spell even the simplest of words!)|
I, too, have noticed that there are certain things I cannot say here, and was really annoyed about it yesterday (I was posting a part of my story, during which two of the characters are kidding around-actually, I now remember another little skit where they're talking about one of the villains, but for that one I changed the wording before I could get that stupid "detected" message.) And yes, the blogs were real nice-none of this scrolling through untold pages to find what you're looking for.
Reply #1675. Nov 03 10, 10:26 AM
This computer's possessed-I only now noticed typos in my post!|
Reply #1676. Nov 03 10, 10:27 AM
I miss the old blogs, too - especially the ability to share pictures. While I can post pictures on my fancy new Blogger blog, I haven't posted there in months. And...here I am. Weird, huh?|
I do wish we could use boldface and italics in our virtual blogs (my stories usually have a lot of italics for emphasis), but I tell myself that if I need the italics that badly to show a high emotion, then I'm not doing a good enough job expressing it in words.
Reply #1677. Nov 03 10, 10:32 AM
|Oh dear - hugs to help the "not happy" go away! |
There was a slightly worrying moment yesterday when I heard a loud banging on the front door, and then two long rings on the doorbell. I lost count of the number of times I told Merv that I can hear people coming because the security system tells me they're near or on my property, and he really doesn't need to lean on the doorbell. Could he be back *scowl* to re-ignite a great friendship (in his dreams)?
I opened the door, still in mid-scowl, to a young man with a holdall slung across his back. He's going to try to sell me tea-cloths that disintegrate when wet, or ironing board covers which melt at a domestic iron's cool setting. This is what's laughingly called a "no cold-calling zone" but the pedlars greet you like a long-lost friend, and remind you that you invited them back.
The holdall is nearly as big as he is, and the ID card he's holding up is as big as his head.
"Hallo, Luv. My name's Jason, and thank you for smiling."
I'm not smiling, You nearly knocked the door down, and you leaned on my doorbell and thank you I'm not buying anything. He didn't remonstrate. He just walked off.
I wonder, would I have been so sharp with him if I'd never known Merv? Probably! I was quite brusque with a man who pushed some glossy double-glazing booklets through my letterbox, and then leaned on the doorbell. Ring to talk or preferably not ring to talk: or leave literature. Not both.
Still, they were comparatively easy to get rid of, which is more than I can say for M...
Reply #1678. Nov 03 10, 10:40 AM
|Beth, not weird at all. We all got together under the FT roof, and it's difficult to find another roof that will take us all - even if the new roof is pretty flimsy by comparison. |
If you're weird - so am I.
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