So, I've been taking these antibiotics. I sometimes wonder if doctors are ever aware of the stuff they prescribe. Cocodamol has really addictive qualities. Cold medicine, paracetamol, ibuprofen and these antibiotics I'm taking at the moment all cause nausea and can reduce blood counts.
It's like they don't listen when you say you've had a blood condition.
I'm worried, because I took one this afternoon and I got the nausea and heartburn and that's bearable - that's pretty much my life the past 4 years - but my brain felt like it was trying to grow out of my skull. It hurt so effing much ... I can't wait to get rid of the damn pills. Two days left. My driving lesson Friday's going to be interesting.
But on the bright side. I'm going to a hen party Friday. I have to buy a mask. God knows where from. I'll know my sister and a couple of other people ... but the pills mean I can't drink. That's fine, my sister's 8 months gone, she won't be drinking either. We'll be boring, tee-total buddies. Oh, and her car's broken down, so she's borrowing her husband's two-seater sports car (convertible). I've not been in it yet. Cannot wait!
Wednesday 29 September 2010
Monday 27 September 2010
WTF?
My hand kills. Yet I'm typing anyway since I miss typing since I haven't for like, 5 days. Sacrilege.
I don't know what the hell's happened. I covered someone's shift at stupid o'clock yesterday, and stupid o'clock plus five minutes, my finger's hurting. I've been digging in the ice bin for the ice scoop and the hand that's not scraping ice cubes is feeling hot and stretched in the glove. And there's a bruise on the top knuckle of my middle finger.
I've broken that finger before. We were playing netball in year 8 and my friend threw the ball. It was too wide for me but I reached for it anyway. My middle finger touched the ball, but all it did was pull my finger back at the second knuckle. It was a little sore but nothing special happened so I carried on with the day, then later at guides I was talking to one of my best friends there, she nudged my hand really gently and I started yelling in pain, my finger bulging and colouring.
My finger looked like that yesterday. So I made a splint myself and when I took it off later that night to show the parentals, my entire hand started throbbing and aching. So I spent 5 hours in A&E last night. I couldn't sleep, because my dad was trying to sleep and one of us had to listen for them mispronouncing my name (really, making it rhyme with gibbon? Or just seeing how many different letters you could add to it?) and when they finally saw me, the nurse (like fuck she was a doctor) poked my finger like crazy, and asked dumb questions over and over. I wanted to have such a go, like 'It's 2 am and I am in pain, no I can't rate it on a scale of one to ten, since it's not half as bad as being awake when they put a neck vascath in but it's definitely worse than toothache and no I don't remember doing anything since I work in fast food and you get burnt and scraped on a regular basis so it's like asking me if I breathed today, and you know this since you just asked if I got burnt as well. And yes that fucking hurt but I didn't know what the hell you were actually doing when you were trying to snap my finger off, I assumed you were looking for a break, and I was trying to be a good patient.'
They've given me amoxycillin. And recommended cocodamol. I don't trust cocodamol. That's the easiest prescription drug to get addicted to. Not over a finger you think is infected, no thanks.
Also didn't help that the boy joined me in bed just after we got in, then spent the next 4 hours kicking me. And mum wondered why my voice was buggered and I was crabby this morning. I slept most of the day. I hate wasting days like this.
I've got an extra shift tomorrow, which is good since I booked off Friday and Saturday and I was worrying about my lack of shifts. It doesn't help that I've had to reduce my hours temporarily either, especially not with the whole management thing I'm still waiting to hear about. At least when the temporary period is over, I'll be able to do Mondays again.
I don't know what the hell's happened. I covered someone's shift at stupid o'clock yesterday, and stupid o'clock plus five minutes, my finger's hurting. I've been digging in the ice bin for the ice scoop and the hand that's not scraping ice cubes is feeling hot and stretched in the glove. And there's a bruise on the top knuckle of my middle finger.
I've broken that finger before. We were playing netball in year 8 and my friend threw the ball. It was too wide for me but I reached for it anyway. My middle finger touched the ball, but all it did was pull my finger back at the second knuckle. It was a little sore but nothing special happened so I carried on with the day, then later at guides I was talking to one of my best friends there, she nudged my hand really gently and I started yelling in pain, my finger bulging and colouring.
My finger looked like that yesterday. So I made a splint myself and when I took it off later that night to show the parentals, my entire hand started throbbing and aching. So I spent 5 hours in A&E last night. I couldn't sleep, because my dad was trying to sleep and one of us had to listen for them mispronouncing my name (really, making it rhyme with gibbon? Or just seeing how many different letters you could add to it?) and when they finally saw me, the nurse (like fuck she was a doctor) poked my finger like crazy, and asked dumb questions over and over. I wanted to have such a go, like 'It's 2 am and I am in pain, no I can't rate it on a scale of one to ten, since it's not half as bad as being awake when they put a neck vascath in but it's definitely worse than toothache and no I don't remember doing anything since I work in fast food and you get burnt and scraped on a regular basis so it's like asking me if I breathed today, and you know this since you just asked if I got burnt as well. And yes that fucking hurt but I didn't know what the hell you were actually doing when you were trying to snap my finger off, I assumed you were looking for a break, and I was trying to be a good patient.'
They've given me amoxycillin. And recommended cocodamol. I don't trust cocodamol. That's the easiest prescription drug to get addicted to. Not over a finger you think is infected, no thanks.
Also didn't help that the boy joined me in bed just after we got in, then spent the next 4 hours kicking me. And mum wondered why my voice was buggered and I was crabby this morning. I slept most of the day. I hate wasting days like this.
I've got an extra shift tomorrow, which is good since I booked off Friday and Saturday and I was worrying about my lack of shifts. It doesn't help that I've had to reduce my hours temporarily either, especially not with the whole management thing I'm still waiting to hear about. At least when the temporary period is over, I'll be able to do Mondays again.
Tuesday 21 September 2010
Catching up
I miss reading people's blogs. This means you, Lizzie! What the hell am I meant to do online? I've taken to perving on google images (use your imagination as to who the hell I'm googling, lol)
Though, I haven't actually had much free time lately. I had an interview at work today, about going ahead for management training. I got every question I wasn't sure about wrong (dammit! Okay, it was three wrong outta ten but you're only allowed two wrong ... although they said it didn't matter, they wanted to know how much general knowledge we had of the business) ... but otherwise, yeah, should only be a few months until I get my BSM. I'm going to be one of the first with an apprenticeship ... I wanna crash through the course the way I have the English and Maths for the apprenticeship (and they finally have the apprenticeship workbooks in! Woooo!)
I wish I could feel as successful at home. I've been working on my room for like, a week. It doesn't show. It's because I have all these bags of crap and I've sorted my clothes and now I'm sorting through the bags (and some of the bags were clothes) but it's still going to take a while. Meh, I wanna wii! I haven't in so long. Or just generally seen the floor. Some of my books may inadvertedly end up in boy's room ... but we'll see.
I'm a sleepy girl now. I'm going to go to sleep with happy mental pictures. Night!
Though, I haven't actually had much free time lately. I had an interview at work today, about going ahead for management training. I got every question I wasn't sure about wrong (dammit! Okay, it was three wrong outta ten but you're only allowed two wrong ... although they said it didn't matter, they wanted to know how much general knowledge we had of the business) ... but otherwise, yeah, should only be a few months until I get my BSM. I'm going to be one of the first with an apprenticeship ... I wanna crash through the course the way I have the English and Maths for the apprenticeship (and they finally have the apprenticeship workbooks in! Woooo!)
I wish I could feel as successful at home. I've been working on my room for like, a week. It doesn't show. It's because I have all these bags of crap and I've sorted my clothes and now I'm sorting through the bags (and some of the bags were clothes) but it's still going to take a while. Meh, I wanna wii! I haven't in so long. Or just generally seen the floor. Some of my books may inadvertedly end up in boy's room ... but we'll see.
I'm a sleepy girl now. I'm going to go to sleep with happy mental pictures. Night!
Monday 20 September 2010
Bridgathon
First of all, a new member of my blogging family: www.zeebee-booksbooksbooks.blogspot.com I'm putting all my book blogs there. I'll do one more for actors and such, URL to follow later (and just a reminder, if you only read the start of this, I have a blog just for the boy, www.zeebee-whatdidhesay.blogspot.com which I will use to embarass him years from now)
Second of all, I did a charity walk yesterday! Two hospitals were involved, one of which was the hospital that treated me. Julian Rhind Tutt (his IMDB page, if you're interested in who the hell he is, is www.imdb.com/name/nm/0722279/ ) was supposed to be starting it, but he seems to be perpetually late (he was at the Christmas party anyway) so he missed the start.
Joanne, Cassie, Katie and Chris did it with me, and mum (who has a fear of heights, so wouldn't go on the Jubilee bridge; I was like 'didn't you think of the bridges as being high over a body of water before you signed up?') and it was good to see them all. We haven't been the five of us together since last Christmas. Not right (although, we're all going to MCR in October, right?) ... we're going to plan Christmas early this year. And crash Chris' new place since we haven't given her a housewarming yet (heh heh).
It was harder than we thought, and took longer too. I think we took the full 3 hours walking that they advertised, but then, we took photo's at every bridge. And if I can work out how to upload pics from my new camera without having to format (and therefore delete) the micro SD card, we're going to photoshop the awesome pictures we took on Millennium bridge, where we'll have a death eater behind us (we're clinging to the barriers, looking scared. Haha, we can't be normal) ... oh, and one of the statues near Waterloo is of the great-Grandad/great-great-Grandad of one of our other friends. Weeeeeeird!
We had TGI fridays afterwards. Was amazing, though I really shouldn't have had the chocolate fudge cake. Cassie bent my arm around over it though! (Well, she said 'are you having dessert zee?' ... you can see the bind I was in, right?)
I've missed my friends so much. We can't leave it nine months again. Seriously. And I've raised over £100 for the people who saved my life, so WOO!
Second of all, I did a charity walk yesterday! Two hospitals were involved, one of which was the hospital that treated me. Julian Rhind Tutt (his IMDB page, if you're interested in who the hell he is, is www.imdb.com/name/nm/0722279/ ) was supposed to be starting it, but he seems to be perpetually late (he was at the Christmas party anyway) so he missed the start.
Joanne, Cassie, Katie and Chris did it with me, and mum (who has a fear of heights, so wouldn't go on the Jubilee bridge; I was like 'didn't you think of the bridges as being high over a body of water before you signed up?') and it was good to see them all. We haven't been the five of us together since last Christmas. Not right (although, we're all going to MCR in October, right?) ... we're going to plan Christmas early this year. And crash Chris' new place since we haven't given her a housewarming yet (heh heh).
It was harder than we thought, and took longer too. I think we took the full 3 hours walking that they advertised, but then, we took photo's at every bridge. And if I can work out how to upload pics from my new camera without having to format (and therefore delete) the micro SD card, we're going to photoshop the awesome pictures we took on Millennium bridge, where we'll have a death eater behind us (we're clinging to the barriers, looking scared. Haha, we can't be normal) ... oh, and one of the statues near Waterloo is of the great-Grandad/great-great-Grandad of one of our other friends. Weeeeeeird!
We had TGI fridays afterwards. Was amazing, though I really shouldn't have had the chocolate fudge cake. Cassie bent my arm around over it though! (Well, she said 'are you having dessert zee?' ... you can see the bind I was in, right?)
I've missed my friends so much. We can't leave it nine months again. Seriously. And I've raised over £100 for the people who saved my life, so WOO!
Tuesday 14 September 2010
Okay, I'm not done yet ...
but I have one new blog (I'll do the others later) about stuff boy says. Hopefully I'll be able to stuff it full of gems. it's at http://www.zeebee-whatdidhesay.blogspot.com/
at least, I think that's right.
at least, I think that's right.
If anyone cares
I'm changing this blog. I'm creating new ones, so I can organise stuff a little more. Once I've finished, I'll go through it all.
Shortest blog entry ever, lol
Shortest blog entry ever, lol
Friday 10 September 2010
So, this is what accomplishment feels like
I feel like I've done so much today. I changed tax credits (3-5 year-olds get free sessions at nursery) and set up a standing order for Claire (she's in Manchester forcing Christianity on kids from housing estates) and checked my accounts and got the new Kate Brian (and Warwick Davies book and 'Shit my dad says' and a Scott Pilgrim graphic novel and the book of Charlie St Cloud. My waterstones addiction is not going well, especially as waterstones has now merged with HMV in town. Beacon for paradise!) and resisted DVD's and the coat in Jane Normans (not my size, thanks Belly, you saved me £90!) and had a driving lesson and did those practice tests for this stupid qualification ... not bad for a day off!
My legs ache from my new fake-Sketcher step-ups though. And I got Empire magazine, with a bit about Harry Potter and now I wantittobeNovemberninteenthsobadlikeyoucan'tevenimaginehowmuch.
And now I'm going to chill, call Claire, put boy to bed and write. Like crazy.
My legs ache from my new fake-Sketcher step-ups though. And I got Empire magazine, with a bit about Harry Potter and now I wantittobeNovemberninteenthsobadlikeyoucan'tevenimaginehowmuch.
And now I'm going to chill, call Claire, put boy to bed and write. Like crazy.
Hm.
I just tried those practice papers. Huh. Why couldn't the lesson stuff be more like that? I was semi challenged. I skimmed some of it, so I didn't get 40/40, but hey, what did they expect when the lesson planning stuff was such a doss?
Anywho, I have these new shape-up trainers. We saw the sketchers version in the US just before they advertised over here, but these are tesco's version so I spent £20.
I wanna go do something now. Look for the new Kate Brian in Lakeside and try to resist taco bell. That should do it. (I won't resist taco bell)
Anywho, I have these new shape-up trainers. We saw the sketchers version in the US just before they advertised over here, but these are tesco's version so I spent £20.
I wanna go do something now. Look for the new Kate Brian in Lakeside and try to resist taco bell. That should do it. (I won't resist taco bell)
Thursday 9 September 2010
It's a learning curve
So ... to get ahead at work now, you have to have an apprenticeship in hospitality. I think I'm one of 2 who have to do it, and there are a couple more people doing it in management, if I've heard right.
I hate it. Sorry. When an initial assessment question asks you to identify the number three, you have to wonder what the hell you're doing. It's slightly more cash to keep boy's taste in fruit up. It's so I can afford Christmas. And that gorgeous tan tartan coat in Jane Norman with the fur trim. It's keeping my book habit well and truly up. That's why I'm doing stupid questions I can do in my sleep.
At least both my tutors have said I only need to suffer five of the buggers each, before my practice papers. And I can grab a couple of hours tomorrow to complete them all. And then I can arrange my actual test and pass with flying colours and get on with somethig semi-challenging. I know I shouldn't begrudge it because some people out there, including a few I work with, don't know as much as I make myself learn ... I guess I just got used to a higher tiered system in my time.
Speaking of things I'm learning ... I've learnt some things you just can't change. I had a little breakthrough with my writing, by doing something I didn't want to do. But I've actually started writing again, for the first time in about two months, so maybe I was trying to force an issue that needed to develop behind the scenes instead? It feels like I actually have a point behind the writing, like a direction for all the little points to go on. I still like my original idea, but in two months I've written the majority of another one of these stories. Two months without writing is harsh, for me (though I've jotted a couple of new ideas down. But I'd like to finish this one first).
Oh, and by the way, where are all my blogging friends? One of you's on holiday, one's laptop's gone down ... where are the rest of you? I miss reading about your lives!
I hate it. Sorry. When an initial assessment question asks you to identify the number three, you have to wonder what the hell you're doing. It's slightly more cash to keep boy's taste in fruit up. It's so I can afford Christmas. And that gorgeous tan tartan coat in Jane Norman with the fur trim. It's keeping my book habit well and truly up. That's why I'm doing stupid questions I can do in my sleep.
At least both my tutors have said I only need to suffer five of the buggers each, before my practice papers. And I can grab a couple of hours tomorrow to complete them all. And then I can arrange my actual test and pass with flying colours and get on with somethig semi-challenging. I know I shouldn't begrudge it because some people out there, including a few I work with, don't know as much as I make myself learn ... I guess I just got used to a higher tiered system in my time.
Speaking of things I'm learning ... I've learnt some things you just can't change. I had a little breakthrough with my writing, by doing something I didn't want to do. But I've actually started writing again, for the first time in about two months, so maybe I was trying to force an issue that needed to develop behind the scenes instead? It feels like I actually have a point behind the writing, like a direction for all the little points to go on. I still like my original idea, but in two months I've written the majority of another one of these stories. Two months without writing is harsh, for me (though I've jotted a couple of new ideas down. But I'd like to finish this one first).
Oh, and by the way, where are all my blogging friends? One of you's on holiday, one's laptop's gone down ... where are the rest of you? I miss reading about your lives!
Monday 6 September 2010
Forgive me bloggers, for I have sinned
I am going to update more. I seem to have an aversion to my laptop right now. Or maybe life's just demanding I do something with it, you fat fuck.
Either way, I'm trying not to eat too much lately. Which it turns out, is effing hard. But I have no 12-8 shifts this week, so no need to eat breakfast, brunch and early lunch to make sure I have the energy to get through to 5.30/6pm when I get my break. To be fair, I haven't eaten on those much, or much after.
I made sloppy joe's for dinner tonight. I know, I'm amazing.
I've started reading this book that's on my bookshelf, called wake. Intriguing. It's about this girl who, whenever in close proximity to someone asleep, will enter their dreams, whether she's awake or not. I think, though I'm at chapter 2 so I'm going by the blurb, that she enters the wrong person's dream. Hmmm.
I made myself a promise too. Since I spend way too effing much on books, I will not buy another one until I've read every unread book in my collection. Recipe books, self-help and tarot as exceptions. I'm not going to read 'Discipline your children while you can' from cover to cover, but War And Peace on the other hand ... I think the Odyssey will give me the most fuss, and Paradise Lost, since they're old fashioned language in verse. Just because I can read and daydream at the same time and I would need to actually concentrate for once in my life. Oh, I am making the exception for my favourite authors, but I'm also saying this after the latest Sophie Kinsella. Saved myself from self-criticism ;)
You know what? I haven't written in a while either. Well, I started this new thing, for me only, but not much of my Uprooted lot. I need to be on my computer without zylom running more often lol.
Either way, I'm trying not to eat too much lately. Which it turns out, is effing hard. But I have no 12-8 shifts this week, so no need to eat breakfast, brunch and early lunch to make sure I have the energy to get through to 5.30/6pm when I get my break. To be fair, I haven't eaten on those much, or much after.
I made sloppy joe's for dinner tonight. I know, I'm amazing.
I've started reading this book that's on my bookshelf, called wake. Intriguing. It's about this girl who, whenever in close proximity to someone asleep, will enter their dreams, whether she's awake or not. I think, though I'm at chapter 2 so I'm going by the blurb, that she enters the wrong person's dream. Hmmm.
I made myself a promise too. Since I spend way too effing much on books, I will not buy another one until I've read every unread book in my collection. Recipe books, self-help and tarot as exceptions. I'm not going to read 'Discipline your children while you can' from cover to cover, but War And Peace on the other hand ... I think the Odyssey will give me the most fuss, and Paradise Lost, since they're old fashioned language in verse. Just because I can read and daydream at the same time and I would need to actually concentrate for once in my life. Oh, I am making the exception for my favourite authors, but I'm also saying this after the latest Sophie Kinsella. Saved myself from self-criticism ;)
You know what? I haven't written in a while either. Well, I started this new thing, for me only, but not much of my Uprooted lot. I need to be on my computer without zylom running more often lol.
Thursday 2 September 2010
Cliff notes
Sorry, I'm still all rushy. My sister's having a BBQ, somehow I got roped into cleaning up on Sophie Kinsella day (do my family have death wishes?)
I'm just starting chapter seven though. I read fast. Minnie needs advice from boy on how to work your mother properly. You don't do tantrums, you maintain silence when mummy shops. Then at the check out, or when her eyes have glazed over in the book store, you go in for the kill. Bat eyelashes, drop face, 'mummeeeeeee .... I have some sweeties/bob the builder book?' ... works every time, I'm ashamed to say! He does have to say please though.
So yeah. There's a new sweet shop near burger king (saw between waterstones and the loos) - old fashioned sweets in glass jars. It's been open 4 days, but the other mothership called me in. So I have proper fudge and edinburgh rock and sweet peanuts and boy has chocolates that look like pebbles (he eats enough of the real ones) ... happy fat little me, lol.
Oh, and I got a phone call this afternoon. Some people were canvassing in town earlier this year for this new studio, and I entered this prize draw for a laugh. In fact, a couple of weeks ago I had a clearout and found my end of the slip and thought 'oh yeah, that thing' but nope, I'm one of 12 winners :D you take 6 outfits down and there's a champagne reception and you get facials and makeovers and people styling your hair and then you can choose if you want to buy the pictures. Which is awesome but because I never win anything and this sounds amazing I'm actually wondering whether or not they're a real company. Will be googling. My appointment's in November, and I'll be dragging someone with me, but highlights will be included (on the blog. Not in my hair or anything. Sorry, Becky Brandon nee Bloomwood moment).
Ohoh, and waterstones had free samples of 'I am number 4' which is this book series being made into a film, but it sounds interesting so I took a sample and may by the book. And I bought a cookery book since the cakes I made for boy looked amazing but cupcake recipes don't translate well to pan cakes. And there's this tan coat I want from Jane Norman but is £90. And I saw on msn's film feed the actual date for HP7:part one. And it's in 3D. Anyone coming with me? Lol.
I'm just starting chapter seven though. I read fast. Minnie needs advice from boy on how to work your mother properly. You don't do tantrums, you maintain silence when mummy shops. Then at the check out, or when her eyes have glazed over in the book store, you go in for the kill. Bat eyelashes, drop face, 'mummeeeeeee .... I have some sweeties/bob the builder book?' ... works every time, I'm ashamed to say! He does have to say please though.
So yeah. There's a new sweet shop near burger king (saw between waterstones and the loos) - old fashioned sweets in glass jars. It's been open 4 days, but the other mothership called me in. So I have proper fudge and edinburgh rock and sweet peanuts and boy has chocolates that look like pebbles (he eats enough of the real ones) ... happy fat little me, lol.
Oh, and I got a phone call this afternoon. Some people were canvassing in town earlier this year for this new studio, and I entered this prize draw for a laugh. In fact, a couple of weeks ago I had a clearout and found my end of the slip and thought 'oh yeah, that thing' but nope, I'm one of 12 winners :D you take 6 outfits down and there's a champagne reception and you get facials and makeovers and people styling your hair and then you can choose if you want to buy the pictures. Which is awesome but because I never win anything and this sounds amazing I'm actually wondering whether or not they're a real company. Will be googling. My appointment's in November, and I'll be dragging someone with me, but highlights will be included (on the blog. Not in my hair or anything. Sorry, Becky Brandon nee Bloomwood moment).
Ohoh, and waterstones had free samples of 'I am number 4' which is this book series being made into a film, but it sounds interesting so I took a sample and may by the book. And I bought a cookery book since the cakes I made for boy looked amazing but cupcake recipes don't translate well to pan cakes. And there's this tan coat I want from Jane Norman but is £90. And I saw on msn's film feed the actual date for HP7:part one. And it's in 3D. Anyone coming with me? Lol.
Wednesday 1 September 2010
I have another nothing week
Yep, another week with 2 shifts. At least this time, they're both 8 hours each.
Still. Not going to be good for tax credits, is it?
I've been filling my time well though. Yesterday, I saw Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. Good film, lol. Got Sherlock Holmes, the BBC version (which is amazing) on DVD, and Cherrybomb, this film with Rupert Grint. Oh, and Katy Perry's new album, which smells of candyfloss. Awesome.
Today I've been ploughing through boy's room. He has stuff in there from when he couldn't control his neck. So that's all been separated and sorted and now there's some stuff to throw in the attic and then boy's room is sorted. I just have to sort mine. And the play room.
Oh, and tomorrow is new Sophie Kinsella day. Major squeal!
Still. Not going to be good for tax credits, is it?
I've been filling my time well though. Yesterday, I saw Scott Pilgrim Vs The World. Good film, lol. Got Sherlock Holmes, the BBC version (which is amazing) on DVD, and Cherrybomb, this film with Rupert Grint. Oh, and Katy Perry's new album, which smells of candyfloss. Awesome.
Today I've been ploughing through boy's room. He has stuff in there from when he couldn't control his neck. So that's all been separated and sorted and now there's some stuff to throw in the attic and then boy's room is sorted. I just have to sort mine. And the play room.
Oh, and tomorrow is new Sophie Kinsella day. Major squeal!
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