Archive for June, 2003
It has not been a good day. Wake at 5:30 with a humdinger of a headache. As I get out of bed my back goes. Absolute bloody agony. Painkillers and a hot bath have no effect. Don’t dare have another bath because M is out all day and I’m terrified that I won’t be able to get out on my own.
The postman rings the doorbell around 11 with a package that needs signing for. It takes 4 minutes to get from the sofa to the hall but he waits bless him. Even with the hounds from hell snarling and baying for his blood. I stand in the porch with one hand on the inner door (to keep the dogs in) and one hand on the outer door (to talk to the postman) and stupidly shut the inner door to sign for the package. So now I’m locked out of the house and my legs are giving way. Happily, I had grabbed my jacket from the banister (to hide the t-shirt I was wearing – picture of a pear and “lovely pear” scrawled in big letters). And the house keys are in the pocket. Oh happy day!
By now I need the toilet. 7 minutes to get up the stairs. One second to realise that I cannot sit on the toilet. But I have to! Much cussing and sweating later I’m done, only to realise that there is no way on God’s earth I’m going to be able to pull my knickers and trousers back up. So I don’t. Crawl into the bedroom and struggle into a nightshirt. Sod it, if anyone comes to the house I won’t answer the door.
I try and carry on working. Deadlines are looming. It is hellishly hot but the cold air of the fan is hurting my back so I sit and sweat. I weigh up the relative merits of desperate thirst and the pain involved in spending another 15 minutes getting up and downstairs to fetch water. Greed wins so I begin the trek. At the bottom stair my legs give out but I manage to grab the newel post and assume an awkward crouch. I cannot move from this position. Frodo decides that this would be a golden opportunity to give me some tongue. A scream from me puts him off. A little. He cocks his head to one side and decides I need help. So he shoves his body between me and the newel post and stands firm, presumably thinking I can use his back to stand up. Bless him.
An hour later finds me buried on the sofa amid a mountain of cushions, trying to sip not gulp lovely cold water and counting the minutes until I can take another painkiller. And that’s where I stayed until tonight. The pain has eased a little but I’m going to take another hot bath in a while and then try to get some sleep.
The pain sucks but it will go and I’ll stop whingeing. How do people live with chronic pain?
Are there any other unusual topics getting attention at the moment?
After too long a delay, here are the replies to Cathy’s questions:
Is there any ending or plot point of a film that you would change?
The amount of times I’ve sat and watched a film and as the final credits roll shouted furiously at the screen. But can I think of any now? Of course not.
There are quite a few things I’d like to change about The Archers but writing about that would be too sad. Even for me.
So I’m going to go away and think about this question and update it later if you don’t mind.
What skill would you most like to possess?
Speak Russian, play the piano, a better memory. A better memory more than anything. I was watching an interesting documentary the other night about Henry I. Then little bells started ringing and I realised that I should already know much of what was said because I did Welsh history A level (1066-1428) and yet nothing, but nothing was familiar.
Gadget or electronic device you couldn’t live without.
Hairdryer Modem (with any computer/laptop attached of course). I could easily live without the iPAQ (in truth, I’m going back to using pen and paper more now) and the microwave and any other time-saving gadget on the market. I don’t even mind looking as if I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards by leaving my hair to dry naturally but I would hate to live without the internet.
But it worries me that much of life in the UK today (particularly the BBC) excludes those without internet access. And I guess it won’t be long before there will be 3 levels – those with fast access, those with dial-up and those with no access at all.
But this might be peculiar to the south east of England?
What is the best make of chocolate?
Leonidas fresh cream pralines. Divine.
What superpower would you like to have?
Again, I think it would be the ability to fly invisibly. The ability to communicate with
animals dogs would be rather nice too.
A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment.
The next week the man realised that he would need his wife to wake him up at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight to Chicago. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (AND LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, “Please wake me at 5:00 AM.”
The next morning the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00AM and that he had missed his flight.
Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn’t woken him when he noticed a piece of paper on the bed. The paper said, “It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.”
Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.
I’d be a gold medallist.
When I signed up to the ecosystem a couple of weeks back it was a spur of the moment thing, spurred on by the fact that I only just made the criteria, starting date wise. Some of you kind folks did the linking but my cockup meant that only 1 vote was registered instead of 6.
Then I read that we were all eligible to enter again. Ooh, I thought, that’s nice. And then promptly forgot. Forgot? I go there regularly to read other blogs, how could I forget? Well I did. And it’s now Sunday night and I haven’t done anything about it. And I just checked the list (there are now 2982 blogs listed!) to find that *sniff* I’m not even listed as an insignificant microbe. Even the one little vote that slipped through isn’t *sob*, *hic* counted.
“Procrastinate no more!” I said – so here are links to some great blogs currently on the new blog showcase:
A few of the blogs I read daily are taking (hopefully) temporary breaks – meg (although the archives are still there to enjoy); jhames & vincenzo (hope it all works out, Jhames); shelagh (just for the summer I hope); trailer trash family (which is a bit of a mystery).
So this is just to say good luck to you guys, hope to see you back when you’re ready.
Google is hiring.
To participate you must
- be over 18 years old
- have never worked for one of our competitors
- have been a Blogger user for at least 6 months
Dang. But I was thinking about doing it for at least 6 months?
- use one of the following browsers:
Internet Explorer 6+, Netscape 7+, or Mozilla 1.0+
- have recently been switched over to the new version of Blogger
Qualified! How about 4 hours ago?
- live in the Bay Area, own a car, and be willing to travel to Google headquarters in Mountain View