Sorry, I really want to blog, I do, but I just literally haven't had the time. My folks are away this week - mum's back tomorrow - but it means I have no back up childcare. So I'm rushing about for the boy and with everything going on at work I've had a few meetings to get to and whatnot, lots of new things to learn, and last night boy was sick and I had to cancel my plans to sleep and maybe come on here. Fun, fun.
I'll blog again tonight, or tomorrow, or something.
Friday, 15 October 2010
Monday, 4 October 2010
Sweet
So, I've been checking my inbox every so often for the past month (ish). I'm waiting to hear when I can do my English and Maths exams for my apprenticeship (I'm guessing it's when Lizzie gets back from Florida, since she's invigilator. See, Lizzie, this is why I need to come Florida with you. I know that makes no sense, but I need any old excuse really) and I saw some from our owner in my inbox today. Huzzah! I opened it up ... but it's about the management interviews I went to instead. I'm glad I got it, thought certain shift runners were messing me about when they said I'd done well. I was worried for a few reasons that I wouldn't, like the fact that for the next couple of weeks I've got barely any availability, not until my parents come back to the Northern Hemisphere. So yay, go me! I don't always live in a dream world. That's important for me to know, lol
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
The drugs are on overtime
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!
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!
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.
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