Tuesday, May 20, 2008
round up
hi.
so, the long and short of it is, thank you for all your lvoely care and concern and wishes., but no, the ankle hasn't managed to make it's way to the doctors yet and is still hangingly wontonly from my chair. The major obstacle to doctors last week was the fact that i couldn't get out of my flat cos the lift was funally being fixed on thursday and friday. I spoke to the doctor on the phone and he didn't volunteer to do a house call so i figured it could wait and would problably get better of it's own accord. so then it was the weekend.
And then man-flu took hold with a vengeance never before seen. If you've ever tried to venture into a GP suregry with man flu because you need to be seen about something else you'll know it's not to be recommended. You get shouted out for spreading germs to old ladies even if it is because your foot is dropping off and the GP won't visit you at home. So i still ahven't been. I have felt like complete shit for days now, with consequtive runs of 13 sneezes, a splendid temperature running at times into a scarey 3 figures, a throat rivalling a 3 century old oak tree in girth and a headache worse than even the head hurt of the lyme disease era.
and then there was Friday's therapy sesion replete with analysis of recent delerium induced flashbacks.
oh, and did i mention i haven't been well?!
of course being me i still went into work yesterday and today, feeling like death, sounding like a munchkin on steroids and looking like i've been exfoliating with sandpaper. All i got was the usual rude email saying i wasn't working hard enough, not to mention a string of destructive correspondence from an unhappy punter. hey it's good to be alive.
so, the round up is - ankle still purple and lopsided (but hey i feel no pain so what's the problem, it can wait), the worst bout of flu i've ever had, some of the most poignant and painful rememberings all over the place; and the worst week at work in a long time (and god knows that's saying something)
and still they tell me that there is reason not to take the whole of each packet of day nurse/ night nurse/ paracetemol/ tramadol/ zopiclone and amitryptiline all in one go.
They're havin' a laugh.
so, the long and short of it is, thank you for all your lvoely care and concern and wishes., but no, the ankle hasn't managed to make it's way to the doctors yet and is still hangingly wontonly from my chair. The major obstacle to doctors last week was the fact that i couldn't get out of my flat cos the lift was funally being fixed on thursday and friday. I spoke to the doctor on the phone and he didn't volunteer to do a house call so i figured it could wait and would problably get better of it's own accord. so then it was the weekend.
And then man-flu took hold with a vengeance never before seen. If you've ever tried to venture into a GP suregry with man flu because you need to be seen about something else you'll know it's not to be recommended. You get shouted out for spreading germs to old ladies even if it is because your foot is dropping off and the GP won't visit you at home. So i still ahven't been. I have felt like complete shit for days now, with consequtive runs of 13 sneezes, a splendid temperature running at times into a scarey 3 figures, a throat rivalling a 3 century old oak tree in girth and a headache worse than even the head hurt of the lyme disease era.
and then there was Friday's therapy sesion replete with analysis of recent delerium induced flashbacks.
oh, and did i mention i haven't been well?!
of course being me i still went into work yesterday and today, feeling like death, sounding like a munchkin on steroids and looking like i've been exfoliating with sandpaper. All i got was the usual rude email saying i wasn't working hard enough, not to mention a string of destructive correspondence from an unhappy punter. hey it's good to be alive.
so, the round up is - ankle still purple and lopsided (but hey i feel no pain so what's the problem, it can wait), the worst bout of flu i've ever had, some of the most poignant and painful rememberings all over the place; and the worst week at work in a long time (and god knows that's saying something)
and still they tell me that there is reason not to take the whole of each packet of day nurse/ night nurse/ paracetemol/ tramadol/ zopiclone and amitryptiline all in one go.
They're havin' a laugh.
Friday, May 16, 2008
cause for concern
I have a rather misshapen and somewhat swollen left ankle.
This is not a good thing, but i thought I would mention since it is probably the least not good of several not good things right now.
but on the bright side, when i was meandering down the corridor at work today i most definitely heard Jesus ask me to be a sunbeam. I accepted the invitation, but too late i realised that in fact it had been my mistake, it had in fact been St Catherine passing on the message that god wants me to raise the siege of Orleans and Crown the Dauphin in Rheims cathedral. still sunbeam? saint? which ends up closer to god would you think?
It is notable that, in his detailed stage directions the inimitable Bernard Shaw specifically states that Joan D'Arc 'is an ablebodied country girl of 17 or 18 [with] a long well shaped nose'. She is at least a begetter or miracles, so you never know - I am bizarrely cast but it could work, God (and our saintly intercessors willing)
What with the wheelchair and Semite nose I felt Brecht's Jewish holocaust survivor might have been more appropriate, but the man from del Monte (oh, OK, the director who is one of the most lovely people i have met in a long time) said 'no, do Joan, it suits you better', and hey where would be the challenge in such evident typecasting?
nah, I can make them believe I'm ablebodied, and 17, and have a straight nose.
what i seem not to be able to do is learn my sodding lines.
This is not a good thing, but i thought I would mention since it is probably the least not good of several not good things right now.
but on the bright side, when i was meandering down the corridor at work today i most definitely heard Jesus ask me to be a sunbeam. I accepted the invitation, but too late i realised that in fact it had been my mistake, it had in fact been St Catherine passing on the message that god wants me to raise the siege of Orleans and Crown the Dauphin in Rheims cathedral. still sunbeam? saint? which ends up closer to god would you think?
It is notable that, in his detailed stage directions the inimitable Bernard Shaw specifically states that Joan D'Arc 'is an ablebodied country girl of 17 or 18 [with] a long well shaped nose'. She is at least a begetter or miracles, so you never know - I am bizarrely cast but it could work, God (and our saintly intercessors willing)
What with the wheelchair and Semite nose I felt Brecht's Jewish holocaust survivor might have been more appropriate, but the man from del Monte (oh, OK, the director who is one of the most lovely people i have met in a long time) said 'no, do Joan, it suits you better', and hey where would be the challenge in such evident typecasting?
nah, I can make them believe I'm ablebodied, and 17, and have a straight nose.
what i seem not to be able to do is learn my sodding lines.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
oooh decisions decisions
shall I?
shan't I?
shall I?
shan't I?
Thursday, May 08, 2008
now there's a thought.....
I thought I'd take this opportunity to share an idea with you which, I suspect will have the lovely K wide awake at 4 in the morning so that she can keep the lovely S company through the wee small hours.
one of the women on the course with me at the weekend is an aerialist & trapeze performer and teacher.
one of her past students was a woman with quadraplegia (ie paralysed from the chest down and with limited hand/ arm movement and strength) (and yes, before you say it, the quadraplegia PREceded her trapeze classes).
it can be done.
thought I'd leave you with that really rather splendid image of an odds on favourite suggestion for caroline's evening class enrollment for the next term....
don't say you weren't warned!
one of the women on the course with me at the weekend is an aerialist & trapeze performer and teacher.
one of her past students was a woman with quadraplegia (ie paralysed from the chest down and with limited hand/ arm movement and strength) (and yes, before you say it, the quadraplegia PREceded her trapeze classes).
it can be done.
thought I'd leave you with that really rather splendid image of an odds on favourite suggestion for caroline's evening class enrollment for the next term....
don't say you weren't warned!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
blog silence
entirely due to
a) being really rather tired;
b) having had a great weekend;
c) having had to be back at work...
well, least said the better!
will catch up soon!
hugs all round
xc
a) being really rather tired;
b) having had a great weekend;
c) having had to be back at work...
well, least said the better!
will catch up soon!
hugs all round
xc
Sunday, May 04, 2008
the best
i am having THE BEST time ever
hug
xc
hug
xc
Saturday, May 03, 2008
it rocks
Friday, May 02, 2008
grimace
I suspect the lovely merlin will no doubt be feeling somewhat smug right now, but truely the indisputable fact that Labour are an offense to a socialist's conciousness does not make the Tories 'a good thing'. Merely that they have not yet had the opportunity to prove themselves disatrous.
The tories may have won but only in the sense that something has to fill a vacuum, not because people genuinely beleive in their policies and politics. Even I would probably have voted for them had Bristol had a local election this week. Tories winning absolute power because of a protest vote. that is such a scarey concept. and it's so bloody inevitable.
'The peoples flag is deepest pink, it's not so red as you might think'. That was in the late 80s. Now, it's not red at all. not even a litle bit. It's been utterly bleached. using dangerous toxins. The best outcome? I find myself increasingly convenced that it will not be until Labour have been sent across to the opposition benches that they are going to get some redness back in our lives. geez, even I am longing for a tory administration. I might as well go and kill myself now.
The tories may have won but only in the sense that something has to fill a vacuum, not because people genuinely beleive in their policies and politics. Even I would probably have voted for them had Bristol had a local election this week. Tories winning absolute power because of a protest vote. that is such a scarey concept. and it's so bloody inevitable.
'The peoples flag is deepest pink, it's not so red as you might think'. That was in the late 80s. Now, it's not red at all. not even a litle bit. It's been utterly bleached. using dangerous toxins. The best outcome? I find myself increasingly convenced that it will not be until Labour have been sent across to the opposition benches that they are going to get some redness back in our lives. geez, even I am longing for a tory administration. I might as well go and kill myself now.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
love it. absolutely love it.
Joan: ...Where would you all have been now if I had heeded that sort
of truth? There is no help, no counsel, in any of you. Yes: I am
alone on earth: I have always been alone. My father told my
brothers to drown me if I would not stay to mind his sheep while
France was bleeding to death: France might perish if only our lambs
were safe. I thought France would have friends at the court of the
king of France; and I find only wolves fighting for pieces of her
poor torn body. I thought God would have friends everywhere,
because He is the friend of everyone; and in my innocence I
believed that you who now cast me out would be like strong towers
to keep harm from me. But I am wiser now; and nobody is any the
worse for being wiser. Do not think you can frighten me by telling
me that I am alone. France is alone; and God is alone; and what is
my loneliness before the loneliness of my country and my God? I
see now that the loneliness of God is His strength: what would He
be if He listened to your jealous little counsels? Well, my
loneliness shall be my strength too; it is better to be alone with
God; His friendship will not fail me, nor His counsel, nor His
love. In His strength I will dare, and dare, and dare, until I
die. I will go out now to the common people, and let the love in
their eyes comfort me for the hate in yours. You will all be glad
to see me burnt; but if I go through the fire I shall go through it
to their hearts for ever and ever. And so, God be with me!
[she goes from them. They stare after her in glum silence for a moment. then Gilles de Rais twirls his beard]
Bluebeard: You know, the woman is quite impossible.
of truth? There is no help, no counsel, in any of you. Yes: I am
alone on earth: I have always been alone. My father told my
brothers to drown me if I would not stay to mind his sheep while
France was bleeding to death: France might perish if only our lambs
were safe. I thought France would have friends at the court of the
king of France; and I find only wolves fighting for pieces of her
poor torn body. I thought God would have friends everywhere,
because He is the friend of everyone; and in my innocence I
believed that you who now cast me out would be like strong towers
to keep harm from me. But I am wiser now; and nobody is any the
worse for being wiser. Do not think you can frighten me by telling
me that I am alone. France is alone; and God is alone; and what is
my loneliness before the loneliness of my country and my God? I
see now that the loneliness of God is His strength: what would He
be if He listened to your jealous little counsels? Well, my
loneliness shall be my strength too; it is better to be alone with
God; His friendship will not fail me, nor His counsel, nor His
love. In His strength I will dare, and dare, and dare, until I
die. I will go out now to the common people, and let the love in
their eyes comfort me for the hate in yours. You will all be glad
to see me burnt; but if I go through the fire I shall go through it
to their hearts for ever and ever. And so, God be with me!
[she goes from them. They stare after her in glum silence for a moment. then Gilles de Rais twirls his beard]
Bluebeard: You know, the woman is quite impossible.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
and so...
there was no sign of any lift engineers today. I can only think that having expressed by views to the mgt on Monday night they actually did as the chairman suggested he might and arranged to postpone the work until some point when they can give me notice. Clearly in my world of 'me me it's all about me' that might be overstating the case but i genuinely have no other explanation.
without doubt the new dates will be even less convenient and in the meantime someone will have a dreadful accident in the lift and it will all be my fault. So sue me.
in other news I am very very excited, in my own inimitable part dreading; part excited; part plotting ways to get out of it; part highly motivated fashion.
I realised last night (oh OK, at 2 am this morning when i was up and fretting) that this coming weekend there is a 3 day physical theatre summer school at the university drama department being led by hel*en Bag*get, a founder member of CandoCo and an exceptionally talented, tutor/ director with real proper experience of breaking the boundaries and working with crips! Having sent a plaintive email to the lovely course administrator asking ever so very nicely if i could possibly be squeezed in she got back to this afternoon and it's all sorted.
(well, there's the minor issue of finding £130 to pay for it, but hey that's what credit card are for.)
I'm very nervously excited. my head is trying hard to cope with lots of bad stuff at the moment so along with your lvoely hugs which have been gratefully received, as a distraction this could be nigh on perfect. here's hoping.
without doubt the new dates will be even less convenient and in the meantime someone will have a dreadful accident in the lift and it will all be my fault. So sue me.
in other news I am very very excited, in my own inimitable part dreading; part excited; part plotting ways to get out of it; part highly motivated fashion.
I realised last night (oh OK, at 2 am this morning when i was up and fretting) that this coming weekend there is a 3 day physical theatre summer school at the university drama department being led by hel*en Bag*get, a founder member of CandoCo and an exceptionally talented, tutor/ director with real proper experience of breaking the boundaries and working with crips! Having sent a plaintive email to the lovely course administrator asking ever so very nicely if i could possibly be squeezed in she got back to this afternoon and it's all sorted.
(well, there's the minor issue of finding £130 to pay for it, but hey that's what credit card are for.)I'm very nervously excited. my head is trying hard to cope with lots of bad stuff at the moment so along with your lvoely hugs which have been gratefully received, as a distraction this could be nigh on perfect. here's hoping.
