Had Supervision with Natalie today, she mentioned how pro-active the Level 1 students are this year, which made me laugh as my Level 1 student hasn’t even contacted me yet this year so I’m pretty sure there’ll be tears before bedtime! LoL!
I don’t believe it! It feels like a miracle! I went to the rehab centre this morning and managed to amaze both Loreta and myself by doing 5 mintes on the motormed which is the most I’ve ever done on it, and THEN standing perfectly upright in the standing frame for a full 5 minutes! Using the motormed for even 3 minutes used to knacker me, ut then 5 minutes standing as well! yayyyy! I can’t remember the last time I stood up that straight and felt secure and grounded in my feet. Loreta got a mirror so I could see myself and my posure looked great (for me) and I found myself smiling just to see the difference! Standing upright also meant that my tummy picked itself up off my lap (!!) and there was a definite gap between it and the front/tabletop of the frame. I’m not sure which of us was more amazed and excited, me or Loreta!
Think I may have overdone it a little ‘cos I’m feeling knackered now, I need to remember that I’m doing stuff I haven’t done in a very long time so I should take it easy. Also mustn’t forget that I’m not loads of painkillers at the moment too. Still, my achievement is nothing to sniff at, although it’s not really my achievement is it? I don’t think I actually did anything, I just stood up and took advantage of the injections.
acknowledging my last post was a long one I thought it best to split my tale in two 
The theatre staff were all magnificent and went a long way to make me comfortable and put me at my ease. Despite this I must have been so worried that I was scowling because they told me I was quite heavily sedated, although I knew what was going on enough to feel a little discomfort once or twice, once quite significantly. I remember that my right left kept twitching or spasming or something and I kept apologising but the Doctor was nice (not grumpy Doc I hasten to add, a woman.) It was all over in a short while, I went to recovery and fell asleep then went to a ward and saw Miles again. Poor thing was bored senseless. Got told to expect some pain, and to take some painkillers until it subsided.
Left at 6pm, decided against hospital transport and got a bus outside, was home before 6.30. VOILA!!
OK, went to hospital this morning, appointment was at 12.30pm but transport picked me up at 11am, so of course I wasn’t ready. I can’t think why I am always late… why is that??? Got to the hospital, and got dumped in the discharge lounge for almost 30 minutes as there weren’t any porters. I kepy hoping Jenny would walk past and rescue me, but she didn’t. Nil by mouth since about 9.30 so by now I am feeling hungry and dry in the mouth. Wondering if I can get away with swilling water round my mouth but thought I might be tempted to swallow it so don’t bother.
Get up to the day surgery ward and wait to be called. Still pretty early. Nurse fills in some forms, checks I know why I am there (??? Doh!) and puts green bracelets on my wrist and ankle. 12.37pm and jenny hasn’t arrived so I ring her mobile, it rings just outside the waiting room as she wanders in, heavily laden with a large bag and an even larger coat. It shows tha she has shrunk in size since she bought it. I comment on this as she offers to swap he bright red duffle coat for my pink one. Ordinarily I might have told her I’d just take the red one but then think better of my suggestion as the red coat is HUGE and I don’t want to grow into it. We chatted and over the course of the next couple of hourse we spread ourselves over the corner of the room but it was comforting to have her there even if nothing ‘medical’ was going on.
I get called in to see the Doc, and this normally bright and jolly man, with his placid air has been replaced by a grumpy and cantankerous old goat who didn’t seem to give me the time of day, never mind answer my questions. By the time I left the room, he had snapped at a nurse, made her feel about ‘that’ tall, and moaned about her to me after she left the room sheepishly and very apologetically, causing me to lose confidence in his ability to stick needles into my back when he was in such a foul mood. I told Jenny that his manner had done nothing to fill me with confidence but her presence somehow made me feel calm.
Niles arrived about 2.30pm and I still hadn’t gone in, the waiting was getting to me a bit and I think I must have been ranting anxiously in the waiting room until I was finally called in at just after 3pm, then they couldn’t find a low trolley and there was much faffing about that. Finally got undr way at about 3.30pm after having seen Jenny off home. I was so glad she had been with me.
Jenny has been sick all day, don’t really want to make her travel here when she has been so unwell, think I would rather she stayed at home and rested. Sam thinks she will be feeling OK to come to the hospital with me tomorrow but I’m not so sure. Now Miles is saying he’ll come with me instead but I don’t think he should take the time off work. Besides, the reason he gave for not coming was because he has to be at the meeting, so what has changed? Bit cross that he couldn’t just come in the first place without messing about. Makes me sound crazy, huh? Of course I don’t want him to get into trouble of work. Guess my irrationality is a sign of how scared I am about going into hospital tomorrow. Been thinking about having a cigarette for days now, have realised that I am actually quite anxious about tomorrow, the thought of the treatment and the needles and stuff is stressing me out a bit. Keep trying to hint to Miles to get me a cigarette but he never goes as far as to get me one. I know I don’t actually want him to but part of me does.
Physio was almost impossible today, not even sure why I sent. Felt like a bent up old crone.
And no, no art…….
Considering how good I felt yesterday (apart from when I almost passed out with fatigue, that it) I feel horribly horrid today. Couldn’t go in for physio, couldn’t talk to anyone, couldn’t breathe, had the shivers again and generally wasn’t a happy bunny 
Miles even offered to take the day off work and look after me, so I must’ve looked rough too. I did manage to remind myself that it WAS just a cold, and pulled myself together a bit by the afternoon.
Would you believe me if I told you that I went for a 40 minute hospital appointment, (which strangely enough ran on time!) I then waited one and a half hours for hospital transport and then spent over 2 hours on the ‘ambulance’ trying to get home. Let me just slip in that I live about 20 minutes away from the hospital on my scooter! Can’t tell you how tired I was when I got home, I was ready to collapse from sheer exhaustion!
Been thinking a lot about what the guy said and he is pretty optimistic, he said that some patients never have to come back for further injections. Perhaps I was a bit daft to ask him about the length of the needle and how far it goes in. Not sure that was necessary for me to know.
It’s COLD!!! The heating is up to 25 degrees and I’m wearing a fleece… what is going on here? I woke up this morning feeling rough, my throat feels like I have razor blades in it and I feel really thick-headed. I looked out of the window at 8am, the light is dull and dreary, it looks like it has been raining all night and I can’t imagine getting up and going to school on days like these. How on earth did I manage a paper-round? It’s little wonder I ate my week’s pay whilst doing my round! I would love to snuggle up in front of a real fire, reading a book, drinking hot chocolate or watching TV from under a cosy blanket….. *sigh*
I have just signed up for a years’ subscription to that new stamping magazine and have got my fingers (and toes!) crossed that it’s not a huge waste of money because it is SO expensive. I can’t believe the price of this UK magazine when US mags are relatively cheap, even with international postage. I think it says on their website that if you’re not happy they’ll refund what is left of your subscription, minus that true cost of any freebies. Now I’m not too bothered about the freebies that come with the subscription as I have most of the stamps and other bits of toot already, so woulld much rather have the subscription refunded than the freebies.
I managed to get a couple of pieces of art-stuff completed this weekend, a tip in which I’m not too sure about yet, and an ATC on the theme Games People Play . I think the vellum lends a softness to the card which I like.
Uh-oh! What happened? All of a sudden I have a squillion art pieces to complete - tip-ins, Stamp Its, atcs and so much more! Red Red Red, that’s all I’ve been thinking about for days. I have red and gold finger cots all over the desk and a half-finished project glaring at me. Just need to get started an d then I’ll be OK, just all these distractions….
Getting this blog and my gallery sorted sounds like it is going to be a longer haul than we first imagined but I think we’ll get there.
It’s been an age since I last posted but I have good excuses and I have bad excuses, which would you prefer? I could tell you that I have been busy, but I haven’t really but if I told you that I have been in hospital and had some minor surgery, that would be true, but hasn’t really been the reason why I haven’t posted. Sometimes I’ve just got to think….. do I have enough to say to warrant to post? For a lot of the time, I don’t think I do.
BUT as you can see, my wubbly hubband, Milo has been busy pottering and tinkering with blogs and galleries for me, so I thought it only right and fitting that I show you just how wubbly he is
Yes! Miles has worked out why I haven’t been able to post pictures in my blog, so of course now I can inundate you with piccies of everything I make, which might not be such a bad thing - you can tell me what you think, and of course lots of pictures of other stuff too!
