it doesnt feel much like spring - the rain is falling, the ground is muddy, the sky is grey... but hang on a minute that sounds exactly like spring in the UK! So here it is. i must say i am enjoying the extra hour of sunlight and seeing the daffys poke through always makes me smile. Not because im an avid botanist (us zoologists pity the poor botanists) but because it reminds me of a fancy dress competition when i was 6or 7. my nurses outfit had been used the year before and so my mother saw fit to dress me up as a daffodil. i had a big yellow funnel of crepe paper round my face and my body was the stem. i guess it looked kindof cool - especally with emma dressed as a poppy beside me (oh i wish i had a photo of that!). It must have looked pretty realistic too because i remember standing quietly crying (yes i used to be shy) because several wasps had flown into the yellow funnel and were swarming round my face... very scary!! the teacher eventually saw my distress and had to rip my costume apart to free the wasps. So daffodils always make me smile... but i have only just talked myself into wearing yellow again recently :-) the pic is of the first daffy in our garden to survive our dog and the great edinburgh weather - ain't she beautiful!
Thursday, March 30, 2006
spring has sprung
it doesnt feel much like spring - the rain is falling, the ground is muddy, the sky is grey... but hang on a minute that sounds exactly like spring in the UK! So here it is. i must say i am enjoying the extra hour of sunlight and seeing the daffys poke through always makes me smile. Not because im an avid botanist (us zoologists pity the poor botanists) but because it reminds me of a fancy dress competition when i was 6or 7. my nurses outfit had been used the year before and so my mother saw fit to dress me up as a daffodil. i had a big yellow funnel of crepe paper round my face and my body was the stem. i guess it looked kindof cool - especally with emma dressed as a poppy beside me (oh i wish i had a photo of that!). It must have looked pretty realistic too because i remember standing quietly crying (yes i used to be shy) because several wasps had flown into the yellow funnel and were swarming round my face... very scary!! the teacher eventually saw my distress and had to rip my costume apart to free the wasps. So daffodils always make me smile... but i have only just talked myself into wearing yellow again recently :-) the pic is of the first daffy in our garden to survive our dog and the great edinburgh weather - ain't she beautiful!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
mother's day
my mother : the great isabel wrightmy mum brought me and my brothers up to be independant and not caught up in traditions and materialism. well that really came to bite her on the ass last sunday! Last sunday was, "mothering sunday" or mother's day as the rest of the world calls it. My mother received... one card... and it wasn't from any of her three children!
I'm sure you may be slightly concerned with this... why didnt she get cards from us... and who is sending mother's day cards to my mum??
Well... Iain has been busy moving house and did make a phone call to say that flowers were on their way. Alan bought mum some fluffy dice for her new car (a classic gift well done alan!). I did send mum a card, (hand made at that!!) but it arrived late - damn royal mail! The happy mother's day card that mum did receive on mother's day was from her deaf friend - (it's a whole other world!) maybe she knew how useless me and my brothers are!
... I hang my head in shame!Friday, March 24, 2006
it's ok....
daisy - i found this beauty in my back garden in amongst the rubbish and mudI don't have much time because i need to get ready to go to the pub (Kirsty leaves for africa tomorrow). I just had to make a quick entrance to let you know that I am over my grump. I have left the virtual black cloud of hospital behind me and am facing onwards to brighter skies and happier days :-) rock on pretty world. may we all find beauty in the ashes and treasure in the darkness.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
i take it ALL back!!
well i take my last blog back. i deserve every sympathy. that was a very horrible experience for several reasons... (cue large rant/moan...)
1) mavis (name changed to protect individual) one of my room mates who insisted on talking all the time - i quote "i dont see the point in not talking" . you would not believe it. she woke me up in the middle of the night making lots of noise - i turned over to see her sitting fully dressed in her chair eating fistley sweeties. she then proceeded to ask my opinion on sweeties. oh and her insistance on using the comode without pulling the curtain -euuuuuwwwww!!! she also complained about the seriously ill girl who had to call nurses to get to the toilet saying that she was just looking for attention!! raaaarrrr!!
2) taking a reaction to the anti-sickness drug that resulted in me passing out while saying "i dont feel so..." and then coming round to the nurse telling me to stay with her and calling for the on-call doc... and then passing out on him! was all very ER. I was fine after being put on oxygen for a few hours (man i gotta get myself some of that!!).
3) the pain and sickness of the treatment is do-able. you just have to crawl under the covers for most of the day. avoid as much food, light and sound as possible and you get through it (easier said than done with a room full of oaps shouting at each other and 2 teenagers dancing to westlife, and nurses coming to check your obs every 30mins). Its not fun - but at least it works. or does it?? i finished my 3rd day and looked down at my hand to see it was still blue - aaagh!!! so another day was organised. the helpful doc pointed out that there wasnt other options but it might be best to cut my losses after 4 days. it has worked a bit - hopefully enough for me to keep my fingers on my hands for a while longer :-)
4) junior docs who cant find veins but insist on keeping on trying because they are too embarassed to ask the anaesthetist. thanks to the doc i now have 11 puncture bruises on my arms. it means i gotta wear long sleeves to work or my drugees will think i have been taking work home with me.
well... i'm fed up moaning. at least we have the good old NHS. it always amazes me that they provide it all free of charge. what lucky people we are!
1) mavis (name changed to protect individual) one of my room mates who insisted on talking all the time - i quote "i dont see the point in not talking" . you would not believe it. she woke me up in the middle of the night making lots of noise - i turned over to see her sitting fully dressed in her chair eating fistley sweeties. she then proceeded to ask my opinion on sweeties. oh and her insistance on using the comode without pulling the curtain -euuuuuwwwww!!! she also complained about the seriously ill girl who had to call nurses to get to the toilet saying that she was just looking for attention!! raaaarrrr!!
2) taking a reaction to the anti-sickness drug that resulted in me passing out while saying "i dont feel so..." and then coming round to the nurse telling me to stay with her and calling for the on-call doc... and then passing out on him! was all very ER. I was fine after being put on oxygen for a few hours (man i gotta get myself some of that!!).
3) the pain and sickness of the treatment is do-able. you just have to crawl under the covers for most of the day. avoid as much food, light and sound as possible and you get through it (easier said than done with a room full of oaps shouting at each other and 2 teenagers dancing to westlife, and nurses coming to check your obs every 30mins). Its not fun - but at least it works. or does it?? i finished my 3rd day and looked down at my hand to see it was still blue - aaagh!!! so another day was organised. the helpful doc pointed out that there wasnt other options but it might be best to cut my losses after 4 days. it has worked a bit - hopefully enough for me to keep my fingers on my hands for a while longer :-)
4) junior docs who cant find veins but insist on keeping on trying because they are too embarassed to ask the anaesthetist. thanks to the doc i now have 11 puncture bruises on my arms. it means i gotta wear long sleeves to work or my drugees will think i have been taking work home with me.
well... i'm fed up moaning. at least we have the good old NHS. it always amazes me that they provide it all free of charge. what lucky people we are!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
a wee holiday
this is the exclusive wgh clock-tower resort. my accomoation is on thesecond floor - complete with room service
well i'm off for a wee holiday. 3 days in ward 15 at the western general hospital fun fun fun!! its so that i can be given some vasodilator (vein opening stuff) by drip for 3 days or so. It should mean that my hands go back to being pink rather than the usual blue. I had the same stuff last september and it worked really well so i am pretty hopeful.
i wouldn't want to stop any sympathy or special treatment i might get because of this... but it's really not that bad. i get 3 days away from my job, housework, all responsibity in general. i get to kick back, read a book, listen to my nano, chill out. I know most of the nurses now and there's always some entertaining grannies around laughing about their arthritis. No need to cook - they even bring you a cup tea to your bedside! so all in all i can't complain... but i will lap up all the sympathy that's going :-)
hope the vomiting and miraines don't start - i would hate to feel sick when I'm in hospital!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
beautiful??
carberry towers - i tea-leafed this picture off another site
i was away last weekend with folks from bec (my church). we stayed at the most amazing castlelike house thing called Carberry Towers, just outside Edinburgh.
We talked a lot about creativity and did loads of creative things. There is something very weird about being told to be creative... it's like being told not to smile or not to think about the number 5. It was very cool to use my imagination for the first time in years! when i was at primary school we used to do loads of creative things... i remember very clearly making a model of Kilroot Power station out of boxes and straws. i wish i had a picture of that! i do however have a picture of the house we made out of boxes and cellotape on friday night.
i am strangely proud of this monstrosity -
like an ugly child I think its beautiful just because its mine!
i took some pictures of the scenery too. here's some pretty snowdrops from the grounds.i don't know what you think - but i find beautiful nature scenes peaceful but slightly boring. I feel like I am just embarking on the whole photography road... so much to learn! I need to read the instructions to my camera so i can work out how to change aperture and shutter speed etc etc. but I'll leave that to some day when I have more energy and less pain.
Monday, March 13, 2006
START... again
so i started this blog back in november but it never really took off. largely because i didnt blog anything! as they say - every day is a new begginging so today i resolve to write my blog more regularly!
maybe i'll get some of my photos on here soon (i need to upload my camera). in the meantime i'll give you a picture taken by Kirsty of Mel when we were at Loch Tay. Enjoy ...
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