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Friday, 24 July 2009

grumpy gal

Take person with some health probs and give them meds that cause yet more probs.
Let her take meds that cause ankles to swell up like balloons.
Reluctantly, change meds to others with their own nasty side effects
  • dry throat with hacking cough
  • swollen ankles (again)
  • dizziness
  • sudden loss of balance
Let her see 'health professional' to discuss problems, tell her you'll phone back (Monday)

So, I waited, waited and waited, Monday went with no phone call
Nurse apparently is there Mon., Wed. and Fri.
Try phoning. *nurse not due in until 10 am*
Leave message asking nurse to phone like she promised on Monday.

No she didn't phone, so I phoned her.

Like a game of 'Chinese whispers' but with my health.

Another 'promise' to contact me once more. No, I shall not be surprised when she fails to phone again.

Note to self
If only I could change doctors/surgeries, but what are the chances????

fun Monday

Mariposa is hosting this week and wants to know:

Let's talk about TEARS. What images spring to mind when you hear the word ‘tears’? Have you ever had tears of laughter and tears of joy? When was the last time you had tears of joy? Tears of laughter? Tell us about it!

The 1980s were a decade of *tears of sorrow*. Guess it was being an only child of 'old' parents. But, aunts, uncles, mother and father all departed this world in that decade. It seemed a constant round of funerals, wills and so on.

Tears of joy and laughter happen frequently whenever our god-daughter pays us a visit.
Also, the antics of our increasingly large 'puppy' cause laughter ending in tears. He reminds me of the cartoon character Scooby do bounding around or grabbing the older girlie by her tail and tugging.

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

ages ago

I thought it was time for an update, then life went pear-shaped in Cornwall.
:-((

When on holiday, one doesn't expect to learn that a friend has died suddenly, nor that the grieving widow wants to rely on you for as long as you can be **useful**

Neither does one want to become **piggy in the middle** between "warring" widow and ex-wife of the deceased.

So, as both females *lost it* and independently chucked their toys out of their pram as the saying goes...Good riddance to both say I.

Rites of passage such as funerals are public events, so relict stood no chance of banning wife no 1 from the funeral. Fortunately, we decided to stay home as it was too far to travel.

I know that an inquest was scheduled, but as communications with relict broke down, unless I ask/pay for copy of death certificate, I'll remain none the wiser.