Well, this evening, I should be relaxing safe in the knowledge that I am finished with work for an extended bank holiday weekend........should be that is because in fact I will be going to work not only tomorrow but Tuesday, days which I originally booked off back in January.
Work is chaotic, I have a big important hearing in a couple of weeks, and it's the final push towards the financial year end..... when I looked at my list of things to do yesterday I realised that I was not going to be able to take the long weekend I wanted, so I cancelled Tuesday's day off.... then today I realised that there is so much to do I can't take tomorrow off either as I need to be in the office *sigh*.... I've not actually had a proper holiday since before my team leader went off on her honeymoon last November and I really, really need a break..... and looking at the calendar between cases running to Court hearings and other people in the team having booked time off I am looking at July before I can get a proper break.... seriously not happy.
I was wavering between throwing a tantrum over this or sulking, but after ranting to a friend for a while was reminded that (a) I am not 8 years old and so a tantrum isn't acceptable, and (b) sulking is not a good thing for a nearly 40 year old professional....... I am beginning to glare malevolently at that professional qualification I got... I knew no good would come of it....
Cancelling tomorrow's day off has also meant letting down a friend, whose litter of puppies and naked cat I was meant to go and see tomorrow has had to be put off. As she needs me to view the litter and help her pick the one she's keeping before the prospective puppy buyers arrive rather than a leisurely drive down I will have to leave at silly o'clock on Friday to get there in time..... though I shall get puppy snuggles, and they are very special puppies as they are my "grand puppies" (I bred their grandmother)....... the kitten is related to Hugo and Gina.... it's a hooligan..... no surprises there then.....
This evening I've had to go sort out my prescriptions for new bondage stockings.... the wonderful MacMillan nurse sent through all the details - including measurements and order forms - to my doctors, who wrote the prescription and completely forgot to attach these bits to it..... the chemist picked up the script over a week ago... and only phoned me yesterday to ask me how they go about ordering what I need as the correct paperwork wasn't provided....... thankfully I got sent a copy so I ran this to the pharmacy this evening.... It will be another week to ten days before I get them
I wondered round the pharmacy looking longingly at the shower gel but was good and bought some hypo-allergenic for very sensitive skin containing no flavourings, scents, colours, chemicals stuff....... it's very boring!
And to round off my evening... Hope appears to be having an allergic reaction to something and is chewing her back foot to bits and I've just tripped over the cat and smacked my knee into the wooden knobbly bit at the corner of the spare bed.... and the cat stuck her claws in my foot....... I think it must be bed time.... hopefully tomorrow will be better.
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Wednesday, 27 March 2013
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Wednesday witterings.....
So, I am no longer lost in the ether - work found me..... alas..... though I was locked out my user area and needed a password re-set....... which apparently can't just be done by the IT team, oh no, your team leader/supervisor has to e-mail them to tell them that you genuinely do need a new password.... yeah, cos someone else would like to break into my area and do my work... wouldn't they? Please?? Anyway, due to sudden blizzards (no really) my team leader wasn't able to get into the office.... and the head of the team was stuck in traffic somewhere ..... the IT teams solution........... I should wander to their part of the building and present myself and they would verify I was who I said I was....... I haven't got a clue how that works, I just turned up said "hi" and they said, okay and re-set the password...... I could have been anyone....... I sometimes wonder if you have to be a complete muppet to work in IT.
Today started as usual..... though my morning routine has a new element to it...... It has been decreed that there will be at least 5 minutes of cat worshipping time...... no matter how rushed of my feet I am trying to get organised.... Basically I come out the shower, drape myself in towels and Gina promptly runs up them to demand attention....... I currently have an impressive array of scratches on my right thigh, stomach and right shoulder ..... I have now given up arguing with her and will just give her the attention.
Tonight there was, erm, a small amount of chaos at home..... My kitchen cupboards, save for the one where I keep mugs, glasses and tea making paraphernalia, are all under the work top cupboards......which is fine..... until I have "help" in getting something out from them.... As I was reaching in to find some chilli flakes a small helpful critter (who was possibly called Gretchen) was nosing around in the bottom of the cupboard, where I keep the cake making ingredients...... she found the caster sugar...... and pulled it out, spilling it liberally over the floor..... I got to the sugar with the mop about 8 seconds after it fell..... but alas this was too late and the three evil ones had managed to lap up most of it....... the sugar high hit them about 30 minutes later after which they barked at everything and nothing, ran around like loons, beat each other up (in a playful way) and generally made a nuisance of themselves....... They were starting to crash by the time I put them to bed thankfully..... I wonder if they get post sugar high headaches, cos if so I am going to have three very grumpy critters come morning.
Anyway, I finally finished the book I was reading - it's a Dreamspinner published book and the formatting is terrible.... there are no spaces after any of the full stops and on nearly every page there are words which run into each other making it bloody difficult to read..... Oh and there are areas which could have done with much tighter editing......... I actually feel sorry for the author that his book as been put out like this.....
And now it is bed time...... oh no.... now it is time for more cat worship apparently.......
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Further adventures in hair dying......
So this morning, I was bored, I looked in the bathroom mirror and thought 'blergh' my hair had grown so much as I didn't exactly have roots showing I had a nice band of normal hair colour and then about 3 inches further down it was faded aubergine.... and by normal hair colour I'd be generous these days in saying that there was an equal fight between the boring mid brown colour and the silver it seems to be going as I get older.
So, having got a box of hair dye sitting in the airing cupboard I decided nothing ventured nothing gained and proceeded to dye it....... allegedly "deep red"
On an positive note to this story - I did not dye the cat..... nor did I dye the bathroom (which believe me is a huge improvement on last time - there are still a couple of aubergine patches on the ceiling.....)
However, by the time I had gone through developing, rinsing, conditioning and drying I was catching sight of bits of my hair out the corner of my eye and thinking... erm... not so deep red.... more sort of well....
So, where there were silver bits at the front it's kind of bright ginger, on the brown bit's it is a nice deep red, but on some of the aubergine bits it's gone almost black..... it's patchy and there are some stripes in the front...
I went to my sister's for lunch and she decreed it did in fact look like I had dyed my hair to look like a tortoiseshell cat.......
I'd strip it out and start again.... but I fear seeing the level of silver it is would frighten me!!
So, having got a box of hair dye sitting in the airing cupboard I decided nothing ventured nothing gained and proceeded to dye it....... allegedly "deep red"
On an positive note to this story - I did not dye the cat..... nor did I dye the bathroom (which believe me is a huge improvement on last time - there are still a couple of aubergine patches on the ceiling.....)
However, by the time I had gone through developing, rinsing, conditioning and drying I was catching sight of bits of my hair out the corner of my eye and thinking... erm... not so deep red.... more sort of well....
So, where there were silver bits at the front it's kind of bright ginger, on the brown bit's it is a nice deep red, but on some of the aubergine bits it's gone almost black..... it's patchy and there are some stripes in the front...
I went to my sister's for lunch and she decreed it did in fact look like I had dyed my hair to look like a tortoiseshell cat.......
I'd strip it out and start again.... but I fear seeing the level of silver it is would frighten me!!
Sunday, 6 January 2013
A weekend with minor excitements.....
Sunday night with work looming over the horizon comes round far far to quickly!
This weekend has been one of doing things.... mainly because I promised myself I wouldn't spend my weekends just reading (well, okay, there might be the odd weekend) and instead I would make myself do something productive.....
Which means that this weekend I have....
- tortured all four of the dogs by savagely maiming them with excruciatingly sharp object so that they are no longer able to walk without severe pain and injury......... or in other words, I cut their nails..... they only thing they can no longer do is making tappy noises on the hard kitchen floor which means that Hope can stealth attack and arrive on my lap without warning......
- cleaned up, trimmed the grass edge and bleached the hell out of the kennel run.... it needed doing and there was a dry day on Saturday so grabbing the opportunity before the next week of rain, or heaven forbid, snow arrives.
- Combed out fully the fur ball known as Gretchen....... by the time I had done I could almost grow a spare spitz out of the undercoat I'd removed from her....... I have plans to do the others, don't tell them!
- Visited mother to carry out daughterly duties (and use the washing machine).... which was quite complicated as I arrived to find her having a complete tizzy because the flat roof in the attic was leaking water into the house..... my mother bless her is a drama queen at times and you'd have thought the world was ending....... when I told her to find her insurance documents and ring them she got quite snappy as apparently when she'd phoned my sister at goodness only knows what time this morning to stress at her about it she'd been told the same thing......I am not sure what else she was expecting from me... possibly to join her in her dramatic moment...... instead she got a small lecture on learning to act proportionately and that a leaking roof was not in fact a life and death situation...... apparently at nearly 75 she feels that if she wishes to be dramatic she will be....... mind you the roof now has a tarp on it and a temporary fix until she can get two quotes for the insurers.
- Unwound and balled up 3 skeins of new and exciting yarn (well these particular ones were new to me, it's one of my favourites to play with) and am now about 1/4 of the way through a new and fun knitting project (erm, which was actually on my to knit for Christmas list, but hey, you know, surprise gifts throughout the year are welcome I'm sure)
- Had one of those special moments involving melting plastic, glass fragments and flames....... okay, it goes like this.... I have some really nice glass candle holders that sit inside little metal pots on the kitchen window ledge. On Saturday I had had one alight for a while and as I was sitting at the kitchen table reading (yeah, I did do some of that this weekend too) I caught rather more flame than I would have expected out the corner of my eye. On closer investigation, namely walking up to it and leaning over the sink to look, I noticed that all the wax residue on the glass holder was burning and the wick itself had burnt out. On tiptoes I leant further forward to blow it out but it wouldn't go out. So I picked it up........ which would be my first mistake..... cos the pot it sits in is metal, and was hot, and there were flames, and I dropped it into the plastic washing up bowl in the sink........ where it started to quite happily melt the plastic as I blew at it quite dramatically..... giving up I turned the tap on to put it out..... and the shock of the cold water on hot glass, well, exploded it quite dramatically........ I managed to get the water out the bowl, leave the glass bits in and then carry the whole thing to the outside bin without further incident...... and then went back to run my hand under the tap cos I realised my fingers were a bit warm.........
- and that's about it for my weekend, oh save having only changed the bedding 2 days ago, I now have to go and change the sheets again because Gina has thrown up in the middle of the bed...... why when she has the whole of upstairs to chose from does she always manage to do this just after I've changed the bedding??
This weekend has been one of doing things.... mainly because I promised myself I wouldn't spend my weekends just reading (well, okay, there might be the odd weekend) and instead I would make myself do something productive.....
Which means that this weekend I have....
- tortured all four of the dogs by savagely maiming them with excruciatingly sharp object so that they are no longer able to walk without severe pain and injury......... or in other words, I cut their nails..... they only thing they can no longer do is making tappy noises on the hard kitchen floor which means that Hope can stealth attack and arrive on my lap without warning......
- cleaned up, trimmed the grass edge and bleached the hell out of the kennel run.... it needed doing and there was a dry day on Saturday so grabbing the opportunity before the next week of rain, or heaven forbid, snow arrives.
- Combed out fully the fur ball known as Gretchen....... by the time I had done I could almost grow a spare spitz out of the undercoat I'd removed from her....... I have plans to do the others, don't tell them!
- Visited mother to carry out daughterly duties (and use the washing machine).... which was quite complicated as I arrived to find her having a complete tizzy because the flat roof in the attic was leaking water into the house..... my mother bless her is a drama queen at times and you'd have thought the world was ending....... when I told her to find her insurance documents and ring them she got quite snappy as apparently when she'd phoned my sister at goodness only knows what time this morning to stress at her about it she'd been told the same thing......I am not sure what else she was expecting from me... possibly to join her in her dramatic moment...... instead she got a small lecture on learning to act proportionately and that a leaking roof was not in fact a life and death situation...... apparently at nearly 75 she feels that if she wishes to be dramatic she will be....... mind you the roof now has a tarp on it and a temporary fix until she can get two quotes for the insurers.
- Unwound and balled up 3 skeins of new and exciting yarn (well these particular ones were new to me, it's one of my favourites to play with) and am now about 1/4 of the way through a new and fun knitting project (erm, which was actually on my to knit for Christmas list, but hey, you know, surprise gifts throughout the year are welcome I'm sure)
- Had one of those special moments involving melting plastic, glass fragments and flames....... okay, it goes like this.... I have some really nice glass candle holders that sit inside little metal pots on the kitchen window ledge. On Saturday I had had one alight for a while and as I was sitting at the kitchen table reading (yeah, I did do some of that this weekend too) I caught rather more flame than I would have expected out the corner of my eye. On closer investigation, namely walking up to it and leaning over the sink to look, I noticed that all the wax residue on the glass holder was burning and the wick itself had burnt out. On tiptoes I leant further forward to blow it out but it wouldn't go out. So I picked it up........ which would be my first mistake..... cos the pot it sits in is metal, and was hot, and there were flames, and I dropped it into the plastic washing up bowl in the sink........ where it started to quite happily melt the plastic as I blew at it quite dramatically..... giving up I turned the tap on to put it out..... and the shock of the cold water on hot glass, well, exploded it quite dramatically........ I managed to get the water out the bowl, leave the glass bits in and then carry the whole thing to the outside bin without further incident...... and then went back to run my hand under the tap cos I realised my fingers were a bit warm.........
- and that's about it for my weekend, oh save having only changed the bedding 2 days ago, I now have to go and change the sheets again because Gina has thrown up in the middle of the bed...... why when she has the whole of upstairs to chose from does she always manage to do this just after I've changed the bedding??
Sunday, 23 December 2012
General ramblings ....
Well I was going to update yesterday.... but I, erm, caught my foot on the wire to the electric heater in the study..... then kind of fell over the heater itself..... finally landing in an oh so ungraceful heap on the floor and slightly bashing the side of my head on the wooden chair I use when I am at the computer..... so I didn't update, I took it as a sign and went to bed....... This morning I woke to a slight singe on my right shin and a rather impressive bruise just to the side of my right eye...... I would add that during the whole falling over process Hugo watched with some amusement from the top of the door and then used me as a trampoline before I could get up.....
So, aside from being a klutz, what else have I been up to....
Well, last night I was going to blog about my eyebrows.... no seriously.... the thing is I don't really do the whole eyebrow plucking thing... okay sure, they are kept neat and I make sure there are two of them but that's about it...... except when I am stressed..... when I have a bad habit, well not even really a habit, as it's done totally unconsciously, of plucking my eyebrows the way a stressed cage bird would pull out it's feathers..... okay, so... I have passed my exams, I am enjoying a week off work when the office is mainly shut so nothing can go wrong, my leg is getting better, the critters are all fine, the family are doing well.... so why the hell did I manage to sit the other night and rip out most of my right eyebrow and pretty much half of my left?? I didn't even realise I'd done it till I got in the car on Saturday morning and looked in the rear view mirror... I look moth eaten..... I've done some tidying up but, meh, they look terrible, thank goodness I can hide them behind my glasses till they grow back!
Today has mostly been about prep for mum's Christmas Eve party.... I am on salads again, and puddings.... for which I made and iced cup cakes this afternoon.... They are cherry cupcakes and have almond frosting and a cherry on top, which was mum's suggestion as they will look like Rudolph's nose......... only they don't they look like boobs with large red nipples....... which has given me the giggles all afternoon and there is no way on earth I will keep a straight face tomorrow handing out nipple buns to the kids who come to the party...
Tomorrow I am on taxi duty as my sister isn't driving at present.... we are off out to the farm shop to pick up the chicken for Christmas dinner (and something from the veggie deli for me) and then to get the last few bits of fresh veg, bread and make sure that we are well stocked up on critter food....oh and I've been promised a gingerbread latte (decaf of course!) for my services! Then in the afternoon I have to make the dreaded meringue for Christmas day and scribble like mad to finish a ficlet I am hoping to do as an extra present for someone..... I shall be so busy I won't have time to accidentally pluck anything else.....
So, aside from being a klutz, what else have I been up to....
Well, last night I was going to blog about my eyebrows.... no seriously.... the thing is I don't really do the whole eyebrow plucking thing... okay sure, they are kept neat and I make sure there are two of them but that's about it...... except when I am stressed..... when I have a bad habit, well not even really a habit, as it's done totally unconsciously, of plucking my eyebrows the way a stressed cage bird would pull out it's feathers..... okay, so... I have passed my exams, I am enjoying a week off work when the office is mainly shut so nothing can go wrong, my leg is getting better, the critters are all fine, the family are doing well.... so why the hell did I manage to sit the other night and rip out most of my right eyebrow and pretty much half of my left?? I didn't even realise I'd done it till I got in the car on Saturday morning and looked in the rear view mirror... I look moth eaten..... I've done some tidying up but, meh, they look terrible, thank goodness I can hide them behind my glasses till they grow back!
Today has mostly been about prep for mum's Christmas Eve party.... I am on salads again, and puddings.... for which I made and iced cup cakes this afternoon.... They are cherry cupcakes and have almond frosting and a cherry on top, which was mum's suggestion as they will look like Rudolph's nose......... only they don't they look like boobs with large red nipples....... which has given me the giggles all afternoon and there is no way on earth I will keep a straight face tomorrow handing out nipple buns to the kids who come to the party...
Tomorrow I am on taxi duty as my sister isn't driving at present.... we are off out to the farm shop to pick up the chicken for Christmas dinner (and something from the veggie deli for me) and then to get the last few bits of fresh veg, bread and make sure that we are well stocked up on critter food....oh and I've been promised a gingerbread latte (decaf of course!) for my services! Then in the afternoon I have to make the dreaded meringue for Christmas day and scribble like mad to finish a ficlet I am hoping to do as an extra present for someone..... I shall be so busy I won't have time to accidentally pluck anything else.....
Monday, 10 December 2012
Vague mumbling....
Hurrah! I am being released into the wild tomorrow........ okay, well not quite... I am being allowed to return to work on the strict understanding that (a) I do not walk more than 50 metres. (b) I pack it in and go home and rest if I feel at all unwell and (c) I do not over do it.......(anyone else starting to think that my doctor is perhaps getting to know me??)
Now (b) and (c) are not too much of an issue but (a) is as the nearest car park is well over the allowable walking distance........ and they powers that be decreed that outside the office parking is for visitors only (which means that the 5 disabled spaces sit empty for 99% of the time which really irks me).... anyway, work are obviously extremely pleased I am allowed back and have arranged for a taxi to get me to and from work for the next three days, which is wonderful of them... What is not so wonderful was in arranging said taxi my team leader managed to send my personal contact details on an e-mail to every single employee in our head office.........this I am not particularly impressed about as I don't think everyone should have access to where I live or my mobile phone number but then again, I am unlikely to develop a stalker from this and anyone that wants to burgle me know I am out, well, yeah, good luck with that one, cos rent a mob might let you in, but you ain't going nowhere once you're in......
So today I have pottered about a bit in an attempt to use my leg just a little bit...... which basically meant taking myself to mum's house and lurking on her sofa whilst I wrapped presents to go in the post. They are all done now which is surprisingly organised of me.
I also picked up my candle order today.... not only my usual selection of particularly nice smelling Christmas type candles - such as cinnamon sticks, warm spices, cherries on snow and pure snow - but also my nice long tapered solstice candles for burning on the 21st onwards....... I have been quite traditional this year and got natural beeswax candles, which smell really nice. The metal holders are out on the window ledge all ready and I am starting to feel quite festive...
I also bought a few candles to give away as presents, they may only be little things, but to me a candle is kind of a significant gift, particularly at the Winter Solstice as it lights the way forward into the new year.
Right, time to extract Hugo from the top of the door and head to bed to get a decent nights sleep before I have to remember what getting up at 6.00 am is all about..........
Now (b) and (c) are not too much of an issue but (a) is as the nearest car park is well over the allowable walking distance........ and they powers that be decreed that outside the office parking is for visitors only (which means that the 5 disabled spaces sit empty for 99% of the time which really irks me).... anyway, work are obviously extremely pleased I am allowed back and have arranged for a taxi to get me to and from work for the next three days, which is wonderful of them... What is not so wonderful was in arranging said taxi my team leader managed to send my personal contact details on an e-mail to every single employee in our head office.........this I am not particularly impressed about as I don't think everyone should have access to where I live or my mobile phone number but then again, I am unlikely to develop a stalker from this and anyone that wants to burgle me know I am out, well, yeah, good luck with that one, cos rent a mob might let you in, but you ain't going nowhere once you're in......
So today I have pottered about a bit in an attempt to use my leg just a little bit...... which basically meant taking myself to mum's house and lurking on her sofa whilst I wrapped presents to go in the post. They are all done now which is surprisingly organised of me.
I also picked up my candle order today.... not only my usual selection of particularly nice smelling Christmas type candles - such as cinnamon sticks, warm spices, cherries on snow and pure snow - but also my nice long tapered solstice candles for burning on the 21st onwards....... I have been quite traditional this year and got natural beeswax candles, which smell really nice. The metal holders are out on the window ledge all ready and I am starting to feel quite festive...
I also bought a few candles to give away as presents, they may only be little things, but to me a candle is kind of a significant gift, particularly at the Winter Solstice as it lights the way forward into the new year.
Right, time to extract Hugo from the top of the door and head to bed to get a decent nights sleep before I have to remember what getting up at 6.00 am is all about..........
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
(un) Happy Feet....
Today has not been a good day for my poor feet!
Feet are important, I know this, they take the weight of most of a person's everyday stresses and strains, they are used for walking, driving, swimming, standing up after sitting down... they help you balance and it's a good thing to look after them really well..... as I learnt in the summer from the toe nail incident that landed me on the sofa for two weeks and has resulted in the lymph glands in my lower left leg packing up....
I have not always been good to my feet...... mainly because I hate and detest having to wear shoes and socks.... I am learning to be nicer to them as my McMillan Nurse was quite stroppy about the fact that I need to keep something on them pretty much all the time to protect them...... I sulk a bit sometimes about it but in general I try to do as I am told on this one (fear of landing back on the sofa for two weeks.... grief that was boring)
Anyway, I digress.... today.... it was wet and miserable this morning and in the walk from the car park to the office I knew I was going to get wet .... what I hadn't realised was that my right shoe had a hole in the bottom of it and a small crack near the heel...... I did realise after I'd splashed through a puddle or two and squelched a few steps further as my foot began to feel cold and soggy..... I divested myself of said shoe and the accompanying sock when I got to my desk but alas it did not dry out before I had to put it back on.... consequently my right foot was very wrinkled and prune like.
I was looking forward to having a nice foot pampering session this evening with some lovely citrus and rock salt bath goodies that I'd been sent ..... however, as I'd run out of cat biscuits, and three chicken wings will not feed four dogs, I stopped at the shops on the way home in order to prevent a mutiny by the critters.... by the time I'd got everything I needed I was flinging three carrier bags into the car, in the dark car park, and sliding into the drivers seat. As I dropped the bags onto the passenger seat and pulled the door shut behind me I kind of forgot to pull my right foot all the way into the car........ and slammed the door straight across my foot just below my toes!
After sitting in the car park with my eyes watering and my foot throbbing for about five minutes I tentatively tried it on the accelerator and brake before deciding that it was probably okay to drive home..... yeah, that was painful, and possibly in hindsight not more of my more brilliant ideas.
I half hopped and half hobbled my way into the house and pacified the critters with food before daring to remove my shoe.... the bruising was already starting to come up across the top of my foot, and after carrying out several strange contortionist type moves I could see that it was a bit bruised on the bottom as well. There is some swelling but not a huge amount. I thought about going to A&E and getting it x-rayed but as I can move all my toes and it isn't agony to touch on top or to stand and put weight on it I am pretty sure it's just bad bruising......I ice packed it for a while and have now strapped it up nice and tightly, taken some pain killers (though I am sure the approved method of this is not to swallow them by swigging cough medicine out the bottle) and am now sitting here with my foot up on the cat's toy box whilst I question why is it that these things just seem to happen to me??
Feet are important, I know this, they take the weight of most of a person's everyday stresses and strains, they are used for walking, driving, swimming, standing up after sitting down... they help you balance and it's a good thing to look after them really well..... as I learnt in the summer from the toe nail incident that landed me on the sofa for two weeks and has resulted in the lymph glands in my lower left leg packing up....
I have not always been good to my feet...... mainly because I hate and detest having to wear shoes and socks.... I am learning to be nicer to them as my McMillan Nurse was quite stroppy about the fact that I need to keep something on them pretty much all the time to protect them...... I sulk a bit sometimes about it but in general I try to do as I am told on this one (fear of landing back on the sofa for two weeks.... grief that was boring)
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| Obviously so not my feet!! |
Anyway, I digress.... today.... it was wet and miserable this morning and in the walk from the car park to the office I knew I was going to get wet .... what I hadn't realised was that my right shoe had a hole in the bottom of it and a small crack near the heel...... I did realise after I'd splashed through a puddle or two and squelched a few steps further as my foot began to feel cold and soggy..... I divested myself of said shoe and the accompanying sock when I got to my desk but alas it did not dry out before I had to put it back on.... consequently my right foot was very wrinkled and prune like.
I was looking forward to having a nice foot pampering session this evening with some lovely citrus and rock salt bath goodies that I'd been sent ..... however, as I'd run out of cat biscuits, and three chicken wings will not feed four dogs, I stopped at the shops on the way home in order to prevent a mutiny by the critters.... by the time I'd got everything I needed I was flinging three carrier bags into the car, in the dark car park, and sliding into the drivers seat. As I dropped the bags onto the passenger seat and pulled the door shut behind me I kind of forgot to pull my right foot all the way into the car........ and slammed the door straight across my foot just below my toes!
After sitting in the car park with my eyes watering and my foot throbbing for about five minutes I tentatively tried it on the accelerator and brake before deciding that it was probably okay to drive home..... yeah, that was painful, and possibly in hindsight not more of my more brilliant ideas.
I half hopped and half hobbled my way into the house and pacified the critters with food before daring to remove my shoe.... the bruising was already starting to come up across the top of my foot, and after carrying out several strange contortionist type moves I could see that it was a bit bruised on the bottom as well. There is some swelling but not a huge amount. I thought about going to A&E and getting it x-rayed but as I can move all my toes and it isn't agony to touch on top or to stand and put weight on it I am pretty sure it's just bad bruising......I ice packed it for a while and have now strapped it up nice and tightly, taken some pain killers (though I am sure the approved method of this is not to swallow them by swigging cough medicine out the bottle) and am now sitting here with my foot up on the cat's toy box whilst I question why is it that these things just seem to happen to me??
Sunday, 2 September 2012
Erm... ah... oops?
Well it had been a while, in fact almost four months, but I suppose it had to happen sooner or later....
yep my magical powers struck again ........
Saturday night I was up far too late (well into Sunday morning really) because I got sucked into a chat room on a new website I joined (though I didn't actually join in the chatter, I just lurked with intent)..... So, being a bit tired after the 5 am dog walk and feeding routine I decided sod it, it's Sunday, I am going read for a while, so I made myself comfortable in my corner of the sofa and must have drifted off because the next thing I knew was that there were protest songs coming from the stairs where the cats had wondered if I expected them to somehow feed themselves....
Having apologised to them profusely, well, filled their dishes up after which they promptly ignored me I decided it was actually time to get my backside into gear and get organised.....
Now, here I should explain, I live in a reasonably modern house, that is to say it was built in the 1980's, but it has the original boiler/heating system and a horrible electric shower which goes over the bath ..... So this morning I switched on said shower, got in (after having my feet attacked by Hugo who likes to wait for me to get one leg into the bath before attacking the other foot.... it's strange what amuses a cat)... there I was midway through my ablutions (shower gel of choice this morning was tea tree and mint) when suddenly, there was a bang, quite a loud bang, from the vicinity of just behind me on the wall, where the shower unit is... and then the water went cold.... the dogs started barking and the house alarm went off...
Now the house alarm going off like that signals that the electricity trip switch on the fuse box has switched itself off.... so I tentatively reached out and switched the water off .. before legging it downstairs to tell Ivan that the world wasn't coming to an end (bless him, he doesn't half over react at times) and to switch off the alarm, once I'd flipped the trip switch...... could I remember the alarm code as I am standing in the cupboard (which doubles as the downstairs toilet) staring blankly at the alarm panel.... whilst naked and dripping water and soap all over the place......
At which point my neighbour's teenage son knocks on the front door... his mother having sent him round to check I was okay.....
Luckily, I managed to remember the alarm code, reassured the child through the closed door that I was fine, and get myself organised enough to go finish washing..... albeit without using the shower...
Seems I'll be calling the plumber this week to get myself a nice new shower..... but why do these things always happen to me?
yep my magical powers struck again ........
Saturday night I was up far too late (well into Sunday morning really) because I got sucked into a chat room on a new website I joined (though I didn't actually join in the chatter, I just lurked with intent)..... So, being a bit tired after the 5 am dog walk and feeding routine I decided sod it, it's Sunday, I am going read for a while, so I made myself comfortable in my corner of the sofa and must have drifted off because the next thing I knew was that there were protest songs coming from the stairs where the cats had wondered if I expected them to somehow feed themselves....
Having apologised to them profusely, well, filled their dishes up after which they promptly ignored me I decided it was actually time to get my backside into gear and get organised.....
Now the house alarm going off like that signals that the electricity trip switch on the fuse box has switched itself off.... so I tentatively reached out and switched the water off .. before legging it downstairs to tell Ivan that the world wasn't coming to an end (bless him, he doesn't half over react at times) and to switch off the alarm, once I'd flipped the trip switch...... could I remember the alarm code as I am standing in the cupboard (which doubles as the downstairs toilet) staring blankly at the alarm panel.... whilst naked and dripping water and soap all over the place......
At which point my neighbour's teenage son knocks on the front door... his mother having sent him round to check I was okay.....
Luckily, I managed to remember the alarm code, reassured the child through the closed door that I was fine, and get myself organised enough to go finish washing..... albeit without using the shower...
Seems I'll be calling the plumber this week to get myself a nice new shower..... but why do these things always happen to me?
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Proper poorly.......
As any of you who have been reading this blog for a while will know (a) I don't do being ill and (b) I am prone to occasionally doing things that are just a tad stupid......which brings me to the cautionary tale that has left me off work for a week one very strong antibiotics with the threat of hospital ....
So, we shall go back to last Friday night when, tired after the less than exciting working week had ended I caught my sock yet again on the hang nail on my second toe.... "sod this" says I, possibly even out loud to the cat who was leaping up and down on the bed next to me demanding (not sure what it was demanding, but it's a cat demanding is one of their set emotions)... and proceeded to pull the hang nail.... it bled a little, so I cleaned it up, whapped some antiseptic cream on it and carried on.....
Roll forwards to around 11 pm that night, as I got colder and colder, two duvets and two naked cats could not stop me shivering, literally teeth chattering till my jaw hurt shivering. By 2 am I was downstairs on the sofa in front of a fan on high speed trying to cool myself back down again trying to workout what the hell was going on. I lost most of Saturday in the same sequence of hot and cold... which I tried to combat with 4 hourly paracetamol to break the fever.... whilst sleeping on and off all day.
Come Sunday I was feeling marginally better but the temperature still kept swinging and I noticed my foot had started to swell...... okay thinks I sticking more antiseptic on my toe... must be infected .. happens to hangnails I pull on my finger nails....no problem..... yeah right.....
Sunday night, still feeling pretty naff I realise my foot is now warm to touch and the swelling and slight reddish tinge is creeping up my leg...... okay, I give in, doctors on Monday it was....... only there wasn't an appointment till 3.20 pm........
Bless him, my doctor took one look at my leg, took my temperature, looked at me and said "why are you still standing, never mind driving or able to function reasonably?" To which I had no real answer save than because that is what I do..... Apparently my temperature was somewhere just over 103 and I have cellulitis up my leg.... yup all from pulling a stupid nagging little hangnail....
My doctor started muttering about how I should go to hospital for an IV antibiotic drip... to which I protested on the grounds that there was no one to look after rent a mob and the naked ones (not that I called them that in the surgery or he'd probably have decided that yes, the temperature had indeed fried my brain)... so after a bit of bartering he agreed I could have the strongest antibiotics they are allowed to prescribed for a week on the condition I come back Wednesday to see the nurse and Friday to see him.... I've also been told (not asked, told) that if it's not any better on Friday I can look forward to a weekend in hospital whether I like it or not!
So, 2 doses into my medication, the temperature appears to be marginally under control though my body feels like a battlefield the morning after the battle.... the infection doesn't appear to be spreading any further up my leg..... but I am being a good girl and staying off it (it's a good job my sofa is comfortable!) drinking lots of fluids and wishing I'd trained the critters better to wait upon me in times of need!
Never ever again will I just pull a hang nail because it's annoying me..........
So, we shall go back to last Friday night when, tired after the less than exciting working week had ended I caught my sock yet again on the hang nail on my second toe.... "sod this" says I, possibly even out loud to the cat who was leaping up and down on the bed next to me demanding (not sure what it was demanding, but it's a cat demanding is one of their set emotions)... and proceeded to pull the hang nail.... it bled a little, so I cleaned it up, whapped some antiseptic cream on it and carried on.....
Roll forwards to around 11 pm that night, as I got colder and colder, two duvets and two naked cats could not stop me shivering, literally teeth chattering till my jaw hurt shivering. By 2 am I was downstairs on the sofa in front of a fan on high speed trying to cool myself back down again trying to workout what the hell was going on. I lost most of Saturday in the same sequence of hot and cold... which I tried to combat with 4 hourly paracetamol to break the fever.... whilst sleeping on and off all day.
Come Sunday I was feeling marginally better but the temperature still kept swinging and I noticed my foot had started to swell...... okay thinks I sticking more antiseptic on my toe... must be infected .. happens to hangnails I pull on my finger nails....no problem..... yeah right.....
Sunday night, still feeling pretty naff I realise my foot is now warm to touch and the swelling and slight reddish tinge is creeping up my leg...... okay, I give in, doctors on Monday it was....... only there wasn't an appointment till 3.20 pm........
Bless him, my doctor took one look at my leg, took my temperature, looked at me and said "why are you still standing, never mind driving or able to function reasonably?" To which I had no real answer save than because that is what I do..... Apparently my temperature was somewhere just over 103 and I have cellulitis up my leg.... yup all from pulling a stupid nagging little hangnail....
My doctor started muttering about how I should go to hospital for an IV antibiotic drip... to which I protested on the grounds that there was no one to look after rent a mob and the naked ones (not that I called them that in the surgery or he'd probably have decided that yes, the temperature had indeed fried my brain)... so after a bit of bartering he agreed I could have the strongest antibiotics they are allowed to prescribed for a week on the condition I come back Wednesday to see the nurse and Friday to see him.... I've also been told (not asked, told) that if it's not any better on Friday I can look forward to a weekend in hospital whether I like it or not!
So, 2 doses into my medication, the temperature appears to be marginally under control though my body feels like a battlefield the morning after the battle.... the infection doesn't appear to be spreading any further up my leg..... but I am being a good girl and staying off it (it's a good job my sofa is comfortable!) drinking lots of fluids and wishing I'd trained the critters better to wait upon me in times of need!
Never ever again will I just pull a hang nail because it's annoying me..........
Sunday, 15 July 2012
muppet moment (part, oh about 49 by now)
Today I was good and did my essay!....I now have one more assignment to finish and that is it, no more, never again, ever, if I even suggest studying something else please hit me repeatedly over the head until the suggestion goes away!
Anyway, after that I had housework to do as I have an overnight visitor tonight (we are going to AP's funeral tomorrow together). Now I am not keen on air fresheners of the chemical kind, but having numerous critters I do need some sort of air freshener and tend to light scented candles (Yankee Candles for preference - the air type ones/clean cotton/fluffy towels etc)
So today as I was dashing about with the hoover and generally dusting I lit a couple of candles on the kitchen window sill and carried on. Coming back to them later I noticed that only one candle appeared to have a flame (they are in glass holders which are inside black metal cut out type outer holders) so I picked up the not lit candle and got a match to relight it, tilted it slightly and, erm, it wasn't actually out..... which I realised as I put my little finger in too close to what was actually the lit flame..... which made me jump.... and jerk my hand holding the candle holder... which was full of molten wax.........
Yup, all over one hand, and up the bottom part of my arm.
Luckily I was over the kitchen sink so I stuck my hand and arm under the tap .... luckily no burns from the flame to my fingers and I had managed to drop the lit match into the mop bucket....
I then had an interesting half hour peeling the dried on wax off my arms and fingers......It would probably be wrong to admit that I quite enjoyed the whole peeling off experience really.......
Saturday, 16 June 2012
An accident prone kind of day
I don't remember reading in my horoscope that today was going to be one where I would be better wrapped in cotton wool and tucked away in a safe place.... It should have been...
It started shortly after I'd caved to the demands of rent-a-mob, at about 4.45 this morning. After walking and feeding them I decided that 6am on a Saturday was way to early to get dressed (properly, I mean, I do wear clothes when walking the mob - just not clothes that I'd be seen out in in daylight, well when other people were around) so I decreed we should have a couple of hours sofa surfing... well snoozing. All was well till I was startled awake by the phone and flipped over, managing to roll slightly off the sofa and crack my head against the coffee table.....
My adventures in being accident prone did not stop there... having run the gauntlet of sugar hyped kids, sullen teenagers and harassed adults in the supermarket I got on the down travelator to the car park with my fully laden trolley, and then got side tracked watching people on the opposite side moving up... I get caught up with people watching, seeing their interactions, making up stories in my head about them... which is all well and good, except sometimes you get carried away and in this instance, when you get to the end of the travelator and go to step off not realising your floor length skirt is caught in the wheel of your trolley and end up pushing the trolley forwards and not quite following it, before going arse over tit in the middle of a crowded foyer of shoppers.... it wasn't elegant on the way down, and getting up lacked any finesse at all... I scurried off to the car extremely red faced.
As if that wasn't enough... I've just gone to get into my pj's and dressing gown, and the hook over the back of the bedroom door - which is metal and quite heavy - has just pinged off and hit me on the shoulder.
Definitely time for bed in the hope that tomorrow things will not be out to get me!
It started shortly after I'd caved to the demands of rent-a-mob, at about 4.45 this morning. After walking and feeding them I decided that 6am on a Saturday was way to early to get dressed (properly, I mean, I do wear clothes when walking the mob - just not clothes that I'd be seen out in in daylight, well when other people were around) so I decreed we should have a couple of hours sofa surfing... well snoozing. All was well till I was startled awake by the phone and flipped over, managing to roll slightly off the sofa and crack my head against the coffee table.....
My adventures in being accident prone did not stop there... having run the gauntlet of sugar hyped kids, sullen teenagers and harassed adults in the supermarket I got on the down travelator to the car park with my fully laden trolley, and then got side tracked watching people on the opposite side moving up... I get caught up with people watching, seeing their interactions, making up stories in my head about them... which is all well and good, except sometimes you get carried away and in this instance, when you get to the end of the travelator and go to step off not realising your floor length skirt is caught in the wheel of your trolley and end up pushing the trolley forwards and not quite following it, before going arse over tit in the middle of a crowded foyer of shoppers.... it wasn't elegant on the way down, and getting up lacked any finesse at all... I scurried off to the car extremely red faced.
As if that wasn't enough... I've just gone to get into my pj's and dressing gown, and the hook over the back of the bedroom door - which is metal and quite heavy - has just pinged off and hit me on the shoulder.
Definitely time for bed in the hope that tomorrow things will not be out to get me!
Thursday, 26 April 2012
Beware the small print....
Now I should know better... but here is a nice cautionary tale of me being, well, very very stupid...
I used to have a mobile phone on contract, in days of yore when they did just telephoning and texting (hells I think this was before you could even take a photo on them)... then during the whole period of handing over my life to someone else and getting royally screwed over I ended up with a pay and go phone I could afford... so, last October, having admired friends and family's sparkly new hi tech 3g type phones and having some stray pennies (not to mention a fair few vouchers from a supermarket that I could use on the phone shop) I thought what the heck and purchased myself a lovely little 3g android phone.... with a contract...
So here's the thing... the contract allows you a download package.. it even tells you when you are getting to the end of your monthly allowance... and when you reach it...... so, I, being of relatively sound mind, at this point curtail most of my browsing and suchlike.....
This month I hit the "run out of package" message rather early even for me and perhaps wasn't quite so good about leaving the damn thing off - I was ill! (ok crap excuse but I'm sticking to it)..... and erm, today they locked my phone and told me to phone customer services.
Apparently I have a bill of 4 times my usual contract arriving at the end of this month........ So I knew that the costs of data downloads were going to be quite high, but really? that much? in about 3 days? Apparently so... I did feel a complete fool as the guy at customer service pointed out to me that all this information - the cost, the fact when I spend what they deem to be my "limit" they will block the phone, how to avoid such charges etc - is all in the contract I signed...
FFS! I am a lawyer, I work with contracts all the time! I spend my days pulling holes in other peoples contracts to get out of paying them money, I go to Court to defend contracts ... I know what the damn small print is for.... did I read it..... nah!
I now have, for a further £2.50 a month, doubled my data package size and thanked my lucky stars that I am now financially stable, have control of my own finances and don't have to explain the bill or ask permission for extra money to pay it.....
I will in future though always read the small print........
I used to have a mobile phone on contract, in days of yore when they did just telephoning and texting (hells I think this was before you could even take a photo on them)... then during the whole period of handing over my life to someone else and getting royally screwed over I ended up with a pay and go phone I could afford... so, last October, having admired friends and family's sparkly new hi tech 3g type phones and having some stray pennies (not to mention a fair few vouchers from a supermarket that I could use on the phone shop) I thought what the heck and purchased myself a lovely little 3g android phone.... with a contract...
So here's the thing... the contract allows you a download package.. it even tells you when you are getting to the end of your monthly allowance... and when you reach it...... so, I, being of relatively sound mind, at this point curtail most of my browsing and suchlike.....
This month I hit the "run out of package" message rather early even for me and perhaps wasn't quite so good about leaving the damn thing off - I was ill! (ok crap excuse but I'm sticking to it)..... and erm, today they locked my phone and told me to phone customer services.
Apparently I have a bill of 4 times my usual contract arriving at the end of this month........ So I knew that the costs of data downloads were going to be quite high, but really? that much? in about 3 days? Apparently so... I did feel a complete fool as the guy at customer service pointed out to me that all this information - the cost, the fact when I spend what they deem to be my "limit" they will block the phone, how to avoid such charges etc - is all in the contract I signed...
FFS! I am a lawyer, I work with contracts all the time! I spend my days pulling holes in other peoples contracts to get out of paying them money, I go to Court to defend contracts ... I know what the damn small print is for.... did I read it..... nah!
I now have, for a further £2.50 a month, doubled my data package size and thanked my lucky stars that I am now financially stable, have control of my own finances and don't have to explain the bill or ask permission for extra money to pay it.....
I will in future though always read the small print........
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