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Am trying to suss out the logistics of getting out on Bazza The Mobility Scooter. Actually, the issue is more about getting back in - I need to get him close enough to the front door and probably sideways in order to reach the lock with my key.

Or possibly I can get the walking frame out there, and transfer into Bazza, but if the walking frame is out there, how can I get back in here where Bazza is waiting for me if I want the walking frame to stay out there which I probably do so that when I get home I can transfer to walking frame, get to door and open it, then get back to Bazza to drive in ans somehow bringing the frame with me?

The frame is way too big and unwieldy to attach to Bazza in any way. Although I could steer Bazza with one hand and pull the walker with the other. (Bazza is facing in, he has to be reversed out). If I could attach the walker to the front of the scooter, front of the walker down because that's where it's wheels are, I'd still need to get down the ramp onto the concrete path. Not enough room on the verandah to transfer. That means a lot of scuttling round - up and down a ramp - with the walker.

Another option is to wait for another two weeks or so (I'm guessing) until I'm on crutches, but that seems awfully boring and "two weeks away" is not the same as "now'.

Leaving the front door propped open would work better - I can open the screen door with Snappy Fred - but I don't fancy my luck in terms of personal and household security at the moment. Well. Actually I do, luck is the same no matter how things are going, it's just that because there's always a bit of risk when you do this sort of thing and if this is the occasion when luck runs out, the fact of me taking risks while I've got the whole broken leg thing happenning could lead to all sorts of problems re-peoples' opinions about my capacity to look after myself.


Solution found! Accept visitor request for knitting session conditional on wheelchair ride! Yay!

~~~
The father of a friend of mine recently fractured his hip. He's in his 70's, but the bastard fractured it while downhill skiing so I have zero sympathy. A profound sense of envy, but that's all I'll admit to.
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I really have no idea. One of those spells where I consider my to-do list and wonder just who the hell I am and what it is that I actually do with my life.

~~~

In other news, tonight a small child pointed at me and laughed. Me, not Bazza the scooter.

Odd, usually children of that age (and younger) are curious, but about the scooter. And often it's sheer delight: one child won a place in my heart with a gleeful "you've got a little car!" (Should the opportunity ever arise, such kids will be allowed a free ride).

(And come to think of it, at least one adult has said the same, with equal glee, but he was a bit too big to sit on my lap).

But this was not that, I'm afraid. There were, unfortunately, no other adults paying close attention and I wasn't going to stop and go looking over such a small event, but it did leave a bad taste in my mouth.

On the plus side, one of her little friends did pipe up with how "that's like Aunty so-and-so...", so maybe this will advance her social awareness/empathy.

~~~

Of course, there's always the possibility that it was me, not the scooter.

Maybe I should stop wearing that fake red nose...
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I really have no idea. One of those spells where I consider my to-do list and wonder just who the hell I am and what it is that I actually do with my life.

~~~

In other news, tonight a small child pointed at me and laughed. Me, not Bazza the scooter.

Odd, usually children of that age (and younger) are curious, but about the scooter. And often it's sheer delight: one child won a place in my heart with a gleeful "you've got a little car!" (Should the opportunity ever arise, such kids will be allowed a free ride).

(And come to think of it, at least one adult has said the same, with equal glee, but he was a bit too big to sit on my lap).

But this was not that, I'm afraid. There were, unfortunately, no other adults paying close attention and I wasn't going to stop and go looking over such a small event, but it did leave a bad taste in my mouth.

On the plus side, one of her little friends did pipe up with how "that's like Aunty so-and-so...", so maybe this will advance her social awareness/empathy.

~~~

Of course, there's always the possibility that it was me, not the scooter.

Maybe I should stop wearing that fake red nose...
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
When I'm on my mobility scooter, you can stare at me like I'm a space alien if you like but seriously, don't be idly picking your nose at the same time and thinking no one can see you.

Because I might just look right back at the moment when your finger has found something, and you *will* be embarrassed.

(Well, the young man in question most definitely was.)
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
When I'm on my mobility scooter, you can stare at me like I'm a space alien if you like but seriously, don't be idly picking your nose at the same time and thinking no one can see you.

Because I might just look right back at the moment when your finger has found something, and you *will* be embarrassed.

(Well, the young man in question most definitely was.)
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
Um yes, well.

I'm sleeping well, this is a good thing.

I just got Dave's DVD drive/burner problem sorted - with a new external burner. Dave mostly sits on my lap right here anyway, and I only ever burn stuff when he's sitting on the little table in front of me, so this won't be too onerous. Although of course, once you start doing 'almost as good as...' fixes, you are on the downhill run.

Went out on Bazza to do this. Ye Gods, it's Christmas out there. Or maybe just peak hour, but all I was doing was pootling along the footpath and it seemed like everyone, pedestrians and drivers alike, were in shitty moods. And people weren't getting out of my way like they usually do. Don't get me wrong - I'm clear about my rights. I'm also very polite, safety conscious and not inclined to go at speed when there's people around (I prefer slow strolling anyway). However, it's easier for other people to move out of my way than for me to move out of theirs. It's also safer as Bazza weighs a lot and the more swerving and unpredictable movement I do, the more likely it is that I'm going to hit someone I haven't seen coming up the rear. So I tend to hold to a straight line(even if I have to slow down) and generally people respond by getting out of my way and being perfectly okay about it.

But today, people were playing chicken with me. In the end I took to keeping to my straight line but averting my eyes, which worked so well I might start doing it all the time.

Don't get me wrong, most people were civil as always, but there's definitely an increasing number of stress monkeys out there. I plan to stay indoors as much as possible until the 25th.

Oh and then when I got home I tried getting Bazza in the front door while standing next to him and ran him over my foot, thus confirming (in case I was in any doubt) everything I've said about him weighing quite a bit more than your average animal bar. Then he went smack into the front door, for I am Ms Coordinato-noodle. Or maybe not. Something tells me I'll never be invited to join the Precision Driving Team at the Royal Melbourne Show. (Do they even have that anymore?)

I'm fine, my foot's fine and the door is okay. But I'm really looking forward to the day we finally build that proper place to keep him that doesn't require precision driving.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
Um yes, well.

I'm sleeping well, this is a good thing.

I just got Dave's DVD drive/burner problem sorted - with a new external burner. Dave mostly sits on my lap right here anyway, and I only ever burn stuff when he's sitting on the little table in front of me, so this won't be too onerous. Although of course, once you start doing 'almost as good as...' fixes, you are on the downhill run.

Went out on Bazza to do this. Ye Gods, it's Christmas out there. Or maybe just peak hour, but all I was doing was pootling along the footpath and it seemed like everyone, pedestrians and drivers alike, were in shitty moods. And people weren't getting out of my way like they usually do. Don't get me wrong - I'm clear about my rights. I'm also very polite, safety conscious and not inclined to go at speed when there's people around (I prefer slow strolling anyway). However, it's easier for other people to move out of my way than for me to move out of theirs. It's also safer as Bazza weighs a lot and the more swerving and unpredictable movement I do, the more likely it is that I'm going to hit someone I haven't seen coming up the rear. So I tend to hold to a straight line(even if I have to slow down) and generally people respond by getting out of my way and being perfectly okay about it.

But today, people were playing chicken with me. In the end I took to keeping to my straight line but averting my eyes, which worked so well I might start doing it all the time.

Don't get me wrong, most people were civil as always, but there's definitely an increasing number of stress monkeys out there. I plan to stay indoors as much as possible until the 25th.

Oh and then when I got home I tried getting Bazza in the front door while standing next to him and ran him over my foot, thus confirming (in case I was in any doubt) everything I've said about him weighing quite a bit more than your average animal bar. Then he went smack into the front door, for I am Ms Coordinato-noodle. Or maybe not. Something tells me I'll never be invited to join the Precision Driving Team at the Royal Melbourne Show. (Do they even have that anymore?)

I'm fine, my foot's fine and the door is okay. But I'm really looking forward to the day we finally build that proper place to keep him that doesn't require precision driving.

Ten Things.

Nov. 3rd, 2008 05:36 pm
splodgenoodles: (This world is too confusing.)
Today I:


1. Fielded a brief phone call from my beloved [livejournal.com profile] tenbears in which he asked me to find phone numbers for plumbers near to where he was working. He was sooo very, very calm on the phone -yet clearly disinclined to go into details and/or chat- that after he'd rung off I couldn't stop worrying. I assume everything's been sorted now, but won't know what happenned for a while yet. Hopefully he is debriefing over a beer chez Ro.

2. Nearly backed Bazza off the side of the ramp. The tyre was just sitting atop the little barrier when he stopped. It could have been quite disasterous, I had to have a few moments quiet after that.

3. Then I backed off the paved area and got bogged in the dirt. A few more moments of quiet were called for.

4. As was some heavy lifting which I needed to do to render Bazza path-based again, but which I did not need on any other level.

5. You don't want to know how many times Bazza and I didn't quite make it through the gate. Paused on the footpath for further quiet time.

6. You also don't want to know how many typos I've made thus far.

7. I bought a teapot from the op-shop. I do not need another teapot.

8. I did not buy the cute 1950's sugarbowl that first attracted my attention. I've been thinking for a while that I would like a nice sugarbowl. I am sick of open bags of sugar on the kitchen table and jars that need to be opened with two hands. I do not know why I bought the teapot instead.

9. Still, I had a nice conversation with the guy at the bookstore, bought the books they got in for me and also picked up a little desk bookshelf that is close enough to what I've been wanting for my desk that it will do the job well enough, and cheap enough that it can go if I stumble across something better.

10. I am now going to lie on the couch and avoid the world until further notice. I will reemerge when it's time to hug 10B and maybe stroke his brow in a wifely manner and try not to accidentally poke him in the eye. And maybe he'll stroke my brow too and hopefully not need to call a doctor because his finger got stuck in my ear.

Ten Things.

Nov. 3rd, 2008 05:36 pm
splodgenoodles: (This world is too confusing.)
Today I:


1. Fielded a brief phone call from my beloved [livejournal.com profile] tenbears in which he asked me to find phone numbers for plumbers near to where he was working. He was sooo very, very calm on the phone -yet clearly disinclined to go into details and/or chat- that after he'd rung off I couldn't stop worrying. I assume everything's been sorted now, but won't know what happenned for a while yet. Hopefully he is debriefing over a beer chez Ro.

2. Nearly backed Bazza off the side of the ramp. The tyre was just sitting atop the little barrier when he stopped. It could have been quite disasterous, I had to have a few moments quiet after that.

3. Then I backed off the paved area and got bogged in the dirt. A few more moments of quiet were called for.

4. As was some heavy lifting which I needed to do to render Bazza path-based again, but which I did not need on any other level.

5. You don't want to know how many times Bazza and I didn't quite make it through the gate. Paused on the footpath for further quiet time.

6. You also don't want to know how many typos I've made thus far.

7. I bought a teapot from the op-shop. I do not need another teapot.

8. I did not buy the cute 1950's sugarbowl that first attracted my attention. I've been thinking for a while that I would like a nice sugarbowl. I am sick of open bags of sugar on the kitchen table and jars that need to be opened with two hands. I do not know why I bought the teapot instead.

9. Still, I had a nice conversation with the guy at the bookstore, bought the books they got in for me and also picked up a little desk bookshelf that is close enough to what I've been wanting for my desk that it will do the job well enough, and cheap enough that it can go if I stumble across something better.

10. I am now going to lie on the couch and avoid the world until further notice. I will reemerge when it's time to hug 10B and maybe stroke his brow in a wifely manner and try not to accidentally poke him in the eye. And maybe he'll stroke my brow too and hopefully not need to call a doctor because his finger got stuck in my ear.
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Early nights feel so good. It's nice waking up that little bit early too and not feeling like I'm on the back foot already, and that I need to jolt myself into the day.

Been doing lots of pre-emptive rests too these last couple of days. In fact, I have this ambitious plan to spend the next few weeks resting properly for pretty much a chunk of every hour during the day as opposed to sitting round in my usual stupor waiting to feel well enough to move/think/whatever. I was trying half an hour rest with half an hour activity, but it's mighty hard to get much done in half an hour and I was finding myself being more active to compensate.

Resting properly = lying down, eyes closed. No brooding. I can't do it too soon after getting up, and I'm not doing it so much when 10B gets home and I know there's times when it simply won't make sense, like when I'm out and about. But after I did a fair bit of it recently(even with the problem of dozing off) I noticed that I was more robust and on the occasions when I went a bit crazy and (heaven forbid!) went out, I recovered better than I would normally expect.

I am all about not having symptoms at the moment. I've reached a point where things really don't seem worth it if I'm going to feel like death warmed up afterwards. I am so sick of it and if I have to spend half my life lying quietly on the couch with a pillow on my head so that I can sit up for the next half hour and do nothing but *not* feel sick, fine. I'll do it.

I am so sick of feeling sick. For those of you who came in late, the 'fatigue' of ME/CFS is not tiredness. It's an excruciating sensation akin to having influenza. I don't mean a 'bit of a lurgy', I mean the sort of influenza that gets named after a country. You can't ignore it, it even keeps you awake and cna make you strangely hyper. You can't think straight. Other conditions that appear to have similar effects include altitude sickness, glandular fever, blood loss and RA(but without the specific joint symptoms).

Unfortunately, right now we've got a guy scrambling round fixing our TV antenna, which is nice but kind of limits my capacity to rest because I'm a bit neurotic. (And he's either an instrinsically unhappy man or he's having a very bad day - he keeps muttering mild expletives to himself.) I want to learn to rest properly wherever I am. I probably won't fully succeed on account of the sensory overload problem, but I wonder if with training I can improve. And there's always ear plugs. If at the very least I could train myself to let go of the physical tension, maybe I could cope better with the other aspects of overloading.

And I am a bit overloaded at the moment. I walked to the Post Office the day before yesterday, then we went out for dinner with Mum-In-Law last night and the restaurant was noisy and it was a bit of a walk to the car afterwards.

I have an excursion this weekend that I really *want* to do, so hopefully I'll come good. I will be doing it, no matter what, but it's a question of keepign the symptoms down enough to enjoy myself and not crashing too badly afterwards.

~~~

I wonder if my ambitious plan is all part of the bargaining phase Kubler-Ross describes, that people go through with grief. It's the "I'll be happy with what I've got if only I can manage x,y,z".

Perhaps not quite.

"I'll be happy with being sick and living this strange life if only I can ...be more active..." and I'm prepared to do this to do so..."

"I'll observe this over-the-top discipline in exchange for that benefit".

I don't know that it will work. I wonder how I'll feel if it does not. Angry at the universe for not fulfilling its part of the deal? I hope not - it's not as if the universe signed a contract.

I have to remember that I'm doing this because I want to see what happens, not because I'm owed anything.

~~~

It's so long since I've been out by myself. Bazza is getting dusty! This annoys me greatly. I've realised I love pootling round on Bazza now. Shambling round by myself like a normal adult human being.

Next week, maybe.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Early nights feel so good. It's nice waking up that little bit early too and not feeling like I'm on the back foot already, and that I need to jolt myself into the day.

Been doing lots of pre-emptive rests too these last couple of days. In fact, I have this ambitious plan to spend the next few weeks resting properly for pretty much a chunk of every hour during the day as opposed to sitting round in my usual stupor waiting to feel well enough to move/think/whatever. I was trying half an hour rest with half an hour activity, but it's mighty hard to get much done in half an hour and I was finding myself being more active to compensate.

Resting properly = lying down, eyes closed. No brooding. I can't do it too soon after getting up, and I'm not doing it so much when 10B gets home and I know there's times when it simply won't make sense, like when I'm out and about. But after I did a fair bit of it recently(even with the problem of dozing off) I noticed that I was more robust and on the occasions when I went a bit crazy and (heaven forbid!) went out, I recovered better than I would normally expect.

I am all about not having symptoms at the moment. I've reached a point where things really don't seem worth it if I'm going to feel like death warmed up afterwards. I am so sick of it and if I have to spend half my life lying quietly on the couch with a pillow on my head so that I can sit up for the next half hour and do nothing but *not* feel sick, fine. I'll do it.

I am so sick of feeling sick. For those of you who came in late, the 'fatigue' of ME/CFS is not tiredness. It's an excruciating sensation akin to having influenza. I don't mean a 'bit of a lurgy', I mean the sort of influenza that gets named after a country. You can't ignore it, it even keeps you awake and cna make you strangely hyper. You can't think straight. Other conditions that appear to have similar effects include altitude sickness, glandular fever, blood loss and RA(but without the specific joint symptoms).

Unfortunately, right now we've got a guy scrambling round fixing our TV antenna, which is nice but kind of limits my capacity to rest because I'm a bit neurotic. (And he's either an instrinsically unhappy man or he's having a very bad day - he keeps muttering mild expletives to himself.) I want to learn to rest properly wherever I am. I probably won't fully succeed on account of the sensory overload problem, but I wonder if with training I can improve. And there's always ear plugs. If at the very least I could train myself to let go of the physical tension, maybe I could cope better with the other aspects of overloading.

And I am a bit overloaded at the moment. I walked to the Post Office the day before yesterday, then we went out for dinner with Mum-In-Law last night and the restaurant was noisy and it was a bit of a walk to the car afterwards.

I have an excursion this weekend that I really *want* to do, so hopefully I'll come good. I will be doing it, no matter what, but it's a question of keepign the symptoms down enough to enjoy myself and not crashing too badly afterwards.

~~~

I wonder if my ambitious plan is all part of the bargaining phase Kubler-Ross describes, that people go through with grief. It's the "I'll be happy with what I've got if only I can manage x,y,z".

Perhaps not quite.

"I'll be happy with being sick and living this strange life if only I can ...be more active..." and I'm prepared to do this to do so..."

"I'll observe this over-the-top discipline in exchange for that benefit".

I don't know that it will work. I wonder how I'll feel if it does not. Angry at the universe for not fulfilling its part of the deal? I hope not - it's not as if the universe signed a contract.

I have to remember that I'm doing this because I want to see what happens, not because I'm owed anything.

~~~

It's so long since I've been out by myself. Bazza is getting dusty! This annoys me greatly. I've realised I love pootling round on Bazza now. Shambling round by myself like a normal adult human being.

Next week, maybe.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
It would make such a difference to my life if shops did not have that tiny little step at their front door. It's usually at least 5-10cm high. My scooter can only do 5cm(apparently) and that's a bone rattler.

It rules out the local supermarket, for starters. And being able to get round there would be a serious bonus.

Well. Not a bonus. Something I *should* be able to do. It happens often enough that I go without things I'd like because 10B is working and I can't do the walking, and it drives me nuts on days when I'm well enough that I know I could do it if I could just stay in the damn scooter.

A lot of other places are still ruled out because they aren't accessible inside or because they have doors that are not automatic.

But there are a few I could patronise more often if it weren't for that little step. The chemist is sort of accessible if I can face a twenty point turn to get round their aisles. The bakery - well I guess it's just a crap bloody Brumby's anyway - but I'm disinclined to go to all the trouble of parking, collecting the keys, getting out, going inside and then doing it all in reverse just for a small item or two. So much for impulse buying.

I'd be really happy to slouch around in a cafe if I didn't have to park the scooter outside and then keep half an eye on passers-by. And now that they're all putting chairs and tables on the footpath, it's actually harder for me. I don't like sitting out in the street much, especially not at this time of year, so Bazza can't be parked where I can easily see him. If he's directly outside the cafe he's blocking the footpath, so he has to go off to one side of their tables on the outside of the footpath. That bugs me.

Such a little thing.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
It would make such a difference to my life if shops did not have that tiny little step at their front door. It's usually at least 5-10cm high. My scooter can only do 5cm(apparently) and that's a bone rattler.

It rules out the local supermarket, for starters. And being able to get round there would be a serious bonus.

Well. Not a bonus. Something I *should* be able to do. It happens often enough that I go without things I'd like because 10B is working and I can't do the walking, and it drives me nuts on days when I'm well enough that I know I could do it if I could just stay in the damn scooter.

A lot of other places are still ruled out because they aren't accessible inside or because they have doors that are not automatic.

But there are a few I could patronise more often if it weren't for that little step. The chemist is sort of accessible if I can face a twenty point turn to get round their aisles. The bakery - well I guess it's just a crap bloody Brumby's anyway - but I'm disinclined to go to all the trouble of parking, collecting the keys, getting out, going inside and then doing it all in reverse just for a small item or two. So much for impulse buying.

I'd be really happy to slouch around in a cafe if I didn't have to park the scooter outside and then keep half an eye on passers-by. And now that they're all putting chairs and tables on the footpath, it's actually harder for me. I don't like sitting out in the street much, especially not at this time of year, so Bazza can't be parked where I can easily see him. If he's directly outside the cafe he's blocking the footpath, so he has to go off to one side of their tables on the outside of the footpath. That bugs me.

Such a little thing.

*yawn*

Apr. 8th, 2008 02:36 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I am just one big slice of sleepiness today.

This cold doesn't seem to be progressing much at all. I sound a little croaky and I cough every now and again, but that's about it. On the plus side, I don't feel sick so much as just out and out sleepy and thus far I'm spared the exhaustion and aches that are bought on by coughing.

I have a rotten feeling it's about to hit [livejournal.com profile] tenbears.

I have great plans for today that involve everything from toddling over to the post office to world domination, but in the meanwhile if anyone wants me I'll be just having a little restorative lie down on the couch.

~~~~

Later:
I did go out after all, scootled out with Bazza. Which meant I not only did the Post Office, I also went to the fruit shop (on account of a persistent hankering for dried figs) and then the South African shop for biltong(the hankering for biltong is a kind of permanent and ongoing thing).

And actually, I think it was less zonking than simply doing the walk to and from the Post Office, and certainly more fun. I really did need a change of scenery.

It's now also got me pondering ways to rejigg the house so that getting Bazza in and out is as easy as walking in and out. At present, precision driving (and reversing) is required, plus phaphing around with doors and gates. It's still a bit too challenging. I want something a bit more like the Bat Cave, which I vaguely recall was reasonably flash. I'm not a Batman fan, I'm a Thunderbirds girl, but I don't feel Thunderbirds-style stuff would readily translate to the current context, although I suppose I could always budget for a little rest whilst Thunderbird Splozza rises majestically out of the cat's litter tray and dirty socks lie down obediently beside the runway in the hall as we prepare for exit. Or possibly I could use that time to do my tax return and maybe find a cure for CFS - all thanks to the Thunderbirds and their fucking slow hydraulics. So Bat Cave it is. I want to go whoooosh!

But now I really *am* going to crash on the couch.

*yawn*

Apr. 8th, 2008 02:36 pm
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I am just one big slice of sleepiness today.

This cold doesn't seem to be progressing much at all. I sound a little croaky and I cough every now and again, but that's about it. On the plus side, I don't feel sick so much as just out and out sleepy and thus far I'm spared the exhaustion and aches that are bought on by coughing.

I have a rotten feeling it's about to hit [livejournal.com profile] tenbears.

I have great plans for today that involve everything from toddling over to the post office to world domination, but in the meanwhile if anyone wants me I'll be just having a little restorative lie down on the couch.

~~~~

Later:
I did go out after all, scootled out with Bazza. Which meant I not only did the Post Office, I also went to the fruit shop (on account of a persistent hankering for dried figs) and then the South African shop for biltong(the hankering for biltong is a kind of permanent and ongoing thing).

And actually, I think it was less zonking than simply doing the walk to and from the Post Office, and certainly more fun. I really did need a change of scenery.

It's now also got me pondering ways to rejigg the house so that getting Bazza in and out is as easy as walking in and out. At present, precision driving (and reversing) is required, plus phaphing around with doors and gates. It's still a bit too challenging. I want something a bit more like the Bat Cave, which I vaguely recall was reasonably flash. I'm not a Batman fan, I'm a Thunderbirds girl, but I don't feel Thunderbirds-style stuff would readily translate to the current context, although I suppose I could always budget for a little rest whilst Thunderbird Splozza rises majestically out of the cat's litter tray and dirty socks lie down obediently beside the runway in the hall as we prepare for exit. Or possibly I could use that time to do my tax return and maybe find a cure for CFS - all thanks to the Thunderbirds and their fucking slow hydraulics. So Bat Cave it is. I want to go whoooosh!

But now I really *am* going to crash on the couch.

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