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Oct. 7th, 2015 03:54 pm
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Oh and last week, on the Tuesday, I cancelled my homecare for that Thursday, because I was going to be in Bucol-de-la-Campagne.

Nice and simple.

On Thursday I got a phone call from the office asking if I was alright because I wasn't answering the door.

I feel very sorry for my carer, as I'd told her I'd most likely be away but would confirm with the office on Tuesday. The person I was talking to said she'd mentioned that...but clearly someone on the rostering staff had cancelled the cancellation.

And the other reason for feeling very sorry for my carer is they don't get paid when the office stuffs up. Zip, nothing, nada.
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Totally wiped out today!

I think it's blood pressure/low blood volume, because I'm fine when I'm horizontal - head is clear and symptoms subside. But upright I am decidedly queasy and wobbly. Oh, and a cigarette helped, rather than hindered: I suspect this was because it pushed my blood pressure up.

My carer went and did the shopping for me, which meant we missed out on our cuppa and pikelets together. (I love our cuppa and pikelet sessions. So does she, she was bummed out too, although she does love getting the shopping done super quickly so it's swings and roundabouts.) And I missed the shamble round the market that is so good for my soul. Bum.

I assume my body's just complaining about Wednesday's indignities, but I'm little surprised at how bad it is.

And alas, we checked the 4-slice toaster I found in hard rubbish with her special council-approved plug (for detecting electrical faults) and it doesn't work. I gave it a good throcking, but clearly it's inhabited by a throckmorton, so I'll put it out in my hard rubbish on Sunday for someone else to claim.



Still, I have provisions. Including a Vietnamese pork roll for dinner, so life doesn't actually seem too bad.
splodgenoodles: (Penelope intro)
Listening to AC/DC, but very quietly. Soon I'll want silence.

TMI about sexual expression. )
splodgenoodles: (bobthebuilder)
Ah me.

The daily grind. Yes, today it's all about explaining to people that you need help - their help - and maybe they can do this even though they've never done it before, because it's really quite easy.

It's a reasonable request, made in a pleasant and respectful manner.

The trouble is, it's tricky. Get it even slightly wrong and your request will go no further. Gatekeepers are called that for a reason. The reason being that they are the doorbitches of the medical world. So calling them "fabulous nobodies", is hardly appropriate or true, but calling them "grumpy nobodies", "misanthropic nobodies" or just "fucking annoy9ing nobodies" is very, very tempting, but not very nice. It would also display total lack of empathy on my part, a failing that I feel I should keep under wraps when I want to be uber critical.

I have observed that the most poisonous criticism always carries the stench of apparent empathy.

In case you are wondering, I am trying to arrange a home visiting pathology nurse. Pathology labs have a daily round of home visits to sickies, crips and oldies. It's not a problem.

However, they need your doctor to make the booking.

At one point in the past I made an arrangement directly with a pathology lab for home visits on *my* request, done via a nice letter and several phone calls up the heirachy. However, one day after a long time during which I'd not needed home visits, I rang to find they had updated their system and had new staff to match, who weren't going to allow me to question the rules or speak to anyone up the food chain. My special arrangement had disappeared and that was that. That was fine, because I had a GP that was really prompt and okay about these things so I didn't bother setting it all up again. But of course, now I'm not there and don't have that GP.

The specialist that requires the tests is unavailable and her staff have said they've never done any such arrangement with a path lab, so they say it's up to my new GP.

My GP's receptionist is oh fuckit, just bloody stupid easily confused and always in a hurry. After a few mintues that confused us both, she said she would pass on a message to the new GP for me, which was as good as I could get. God knows what the message actually is. I'm hoping it's to call me and find out.

This is the receptionist who most recently was unable to work out how to send an email with an attachment. It's long story and really not interesting, but I think the brief version paints an adequate picture.

So I am not entirely optimistic.



[Memo to self: when receptionist says "is it because you can't walk?" just say yes. It's not the occasion to explain that you can, but not much, that you can, but you have a fatigue problem that strictly speaking doesn't mean you can't walk, per se, but that you have a string of problems that makes going *out* for this a serious problem in itself...
Yes, she is probably daft enough that one day she will see you standing up in her waiting room and say "hey you CAN walk!" but maybe you should cross that Bridge Of Stupid when you come to it.]
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It looks as though the next attempt at finding a drug to avoid (or at least delay) the removal of my innards is probably weeks away, rather than months.

I just got in touch with the research assistant, as I hadn't heard anything for a while. She said they were within a month to start up, I take that to mean within a couple of months, she laughed and said no.

But of course that's a month for them to get the go ahead, then a while before I actually get started on anything. But still, it's not months and months. Just maybe a couple.

The drug on trial is ustekinumab, sold as Stelara. It is presently prescribed for chronic plaque psoriasis.

I assume it's the same as last time - double blind, placebo controlled. After the initial trial, it's open label. Unless it's a bust like last time, in which case they'll presumably just pull the plug.

This will be my third clinical trial. It's probably my last chance for finding an alternative to prednisolone other than surgery - time is passing. I do expect that if it works, the most it will offer is a bit more time.

This is because loss of efficacy is a feature of drugs in this class. I've been through the ones already available for Crohn's Disease and for me(as for many others) they've worked only for a short period. Hence the constant rolling out and testing of different variations, and dosing strategies to delay/avoid resistance.

~~~

I am sitting on the couch waiting for someone to turn up to discuss council services with me. She's late, which is no big deal but is unusual - these folk are usually dead on time. I'm unwashed and still in my PJs. I feel a bit bad about this, but that's just how things are today. Hard to tell whether it helps or hinders my request for help.

You'd be surprised. Looking like shit doesn't help as much as you might think. Sometimes it reduces your 'likeability', sometimes people need to feel kinship with you to want to help and if you stink, they don't. But other times, what with your disabilities being invisible to the naked eye, scrubbing up - if only for the sake of your own self esteem - means they can't see the problem. I speak here as someone who has been on both sides of the relationship.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I have crashed out rather badly today. Waaay too much activity the last few days.

My carer is here today, I'm wondering if it's reasonable to send her out to buy some aromatherapy oils from the ghastly crystal shop. The issue being money of course, they ain't cheap.

Yes. I've definitely started liking aromatherapy. Just for the record, not because I buy into any of this new age wank. It smells nice, that's all and no correspondence will be entered into on the matter shutup shutup shutup.

I'll send her there with a half brick, so she can throw it through the window as she leaves.

~~~

I have a small list of things I wish to spend money on. Not sure whether my priorities are where they should be.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I have crashed out rather badly today. Waaay too much activity the last few days.

My carer is here today, I'm wondering if it's reasonable to send her out to buy some aromatherapy oils from the ghastly crystal shop. The issue being money of course, they ain't cheap.

Yes. I've definitely started liking aromatherapy. Just for the record, not because I buy into any of this new age wank. It smells nice, that's all and no correspondence will be entered into on the matter shutup shutup shutup.

I'll send her there with a half brick, so she can throw it through the window as she leaves.

~~~

I have a small list of things I wish to spend money on. Not sure whether my priorities are where they should be.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
I am not the only client my home-care worker has who doesn't want workers coming in when they have colds or influenza (or anything likely to be contagious). When you have chronic medical problems and you're sick to start with, and maybe you're on a truckload of things that effect your immune system, it's a reasonable request.

My home-care worker is recovering from a cold. A few days ago, when the cold was in full swing, she was supposed to visit a client who has also said she doesn't want contagious people coming in.

When she told her boss that she was unwell with a cold, her boss advised her to tell the client in question that she had hayfever. I believe she did not, and took time off instead.

~~~

I don't remember the outcome, but I also know she had trouble getting time off to get the Swine 'flu vaccine. Health care people like her are considered one of the most important groups to get vaccinated.

I am in a bind here. This sucks beyond belief but I do not want to get this woman in trouble. If I speak up, she'll be in for it. And *she* isn't the one behaving badly.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
I am not the only client my home-care worker has who doesn't want workers coming in when they have colds or influenza (or anything likely to be contagious). When you have chronic medical problems and you're sick to start with, and maybe you're on a truckload of things that effect your immune system, it's a reasonable request.

My home-care worker is recovering from a cold. A few days ago, when the cold was in full swing, she was supposed to visit a client who has also said she doesn't want contagious people coming in.

When she told her boss that she was unwell with a cold, her boss advised her to tell the client in question that she had hayfever. I believe she did not, and took time off instead.

~~~

I don't remember the outcome, but I also know she had trouble getting time off to get the Swine 'flu vaccine. Health care people like her are considered one of the most important groups to get vaccinated.

I am in a bind here. This sucks beyond belief but I do not want to get this woman in trouble. If I speak up, she'll be in for it. And *she* isn't the one behaving badly.
splodgenoodles: (bobthebuilder)
While I entirely appreciate that a court case is the best way of determining culpability, if you ever think I whine too much about quality of care for disabled people, consider the following.

An excerpt From The Age, November 3, 2009:

Four Charged Over Betts Killing

(I'm not including the details, they are distressing and not relevant to my gripe. Suffice to say it's a murder trial and this woman has been charged with being an accessory to murder.)

Godfrey in contrast was red-eyed and cried as she applied for bail, which was rejected.

Dressed in black and with a ponytail, she said she was not a flight risk and was due to start a new job today as a disability carer. She said she was filled with fear over what had happened. ''I did not say anything as I was too scared,'' she said.


The point being, that if you ever need a job where the employers won't care where you've been and don't care where you're going, you can get work with disabled people. Going into the homes of people who often live alone, are isolated and dependent on *you*.

And if I may be cynical for a moment, it has the added advantage that working with disabled people tends to get you brownie points if you do need to provide proof of good character/good prospects of rehabilitation at any point.

I know there's much more to the story than this, there may well be extenuating circumstances, but the care industry really needs an overhaul. A good employer will surely look for more than a criminal records check, which only provides information on convictions, before employing someone for this sort of work. I find it hard to believe that a reasonably conducted job interview would not have uncovered some anomalies in this woman's presentation of herself. If not her impending court case, a work record and CV that would have reflected what appears to have been a very erratic lifestyle.

Yep, overhaul needed.
splodgenoodles: (bobthebuilder)
While I entirely appreciate that a court case is the best way of determining culpability, if you ever think I whine too much about quality of care for disabled people, consider the following.

An excerpt From The Age, November 3, 2009:

Four Charged Over Betts Killing

(I'm not including the details, they are distressing and not relevant to my gripe. Suffice to say it's a murder trial and this woman has been charged with being an accessory to murder.)

Godfrey in contrast was red-eyed and cried as she applied for bail, which was rejected.

Dressed in black and with a ponytail, she said she was not a flight risk and was due to start a new job today as a disability carer. She said she was filled with fear over what had happened. ''I did not say anything as I was too scared,'' she said.


The point being, that if you ever need a job where the employers won't care where you've been and don't care where you're going, you can get work with disabled people. Going into the homes of people who often live alone, are isolated and dependent on *you*.

And if I may be cynical for a moment, it has the added advantage that working with disabled people tends to get you brownie points if you do need to provide proof of good character/good prospects of rehabilitation at any point.

I know there's much more to the story than this, there may well be extenuating circumstances, but the care industry really needs an overhaul. A good employer will surely look for more than a criminal records check, which only provides information on convictions, before employing someone for this sort of work. I find it hard to believe that a reasonably conducted job interview would not have uncovered some anomalies in this woman's presentation of herself. If not her impending court case, a work record and CV that would have reflected what appears to have been a very erratic lifestyle.

Yep, overhaul needed.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
While it's traditional to put emoticons all over the place to avoid misunderstandings, I'm sure you can all work out the following for yourself.

Today's home carer was

-friendly,
-thorough,
-not afraid to ask me if she'd done things to my satisfaction,
-morbidly afraid of cats,
-allergic to dust.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
While it's traditional to put emoticons all over the place to avoid misunderstandings, I'm sure you can all work out the following for yourself.

Today's home carer was

-friendly,
-thorough,
-not afraid to ask me if she'd done things to my satisfaction,
-morbidly afraid of cats,
-allergic to dust.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I had a bucket of stuff I was going to do today.

Well okay, maybe not a bucket. But a few things. A bit of this and that.

Unfortunately this pretty much sums up my week. I am somewhat lacking in motivation. Yes, motivation, not just capacity, which is the usual deficit. I am attributing it to the prednisolone decrease, a touch of PMS and the fact that I'm permanently emotionally unbalanced.

And let's not forget the stupidly hot weather. It's 29C at the moment, which is normally hot enough for me but now feels really quite mild (nice even) compared to the last few days. I'd been hiding out under our airconditioners (yes we have two - one in the bedroom, one in the study) and regularly congratulating us on our wisdom in getting them.

But even so, I've only needed to stick my head out for a moment to start to wilt and couldn't stay in here or the bedroom the whole time. And there was *something* about the last few days - the heat was so absolute that I was still aware of it. Maybe it was a psychological thing, I don't know.

~~~

My new carer came yesterday. He is a likeable chap and so far seems quite okay re-domestic tasks, but he doesn't appear to have a car. He travels by bicycle, which kind of makes him somewhat less useful. I am rather surprised my case manager didn't check this.

This time, I walked him through a whole lot of tasks and he coped with this intrusion quite well. Funnily enough I was the one that kept referring to the list and explanations I'd prepared. But it did keep me on track and stop me from just backing off from being fussy about things or not 'bothering' about things...because of ocurse, it was all on the list that I was using.

But it also made the time quite exhausting, especially because it meant I was up and about either outside or in the hot parts of the house.

Gee, you'd hate to be really sick and trying to train up a new helper at the same time.

And if it turns out he doesn't have a car or ready access to one, I guess I'll be doing it again very soon.

~~~

Don't ask about the garden.

But feel free to pray for rain.

~~~

InsideCat(TM) has just started a four week course of cartrophin injections for osteoarthritis. Apparently she is now something of a legend at the vet's on account of her continued good health(touchwood). It's been a couple of years now since she was diagnosed with kidney disease and back then the vet was being optimistic about the possibility that she could last many more months. Since then, she's mostly been a pretty healthy and happy cat. It's really only been over the last few months that she's started looking a bit straggly again. Apparently when they get osteoarthritis they tend not to groom themselves so much, for obvious reasons.

I so so hope these injections help. We really don't want to have to make quality of life decisions on something as subjective as chronic pain. When the inevitable finally happens, I'd rather it be because critical has gone wrong, not because we've had to second guess how comfortable she is.

She is presently sitting on my feet and purring. :-)

~~~

Feel free to spam my friendspage with photos of snow, okay?
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I had a bucket of stuff I was going to do today.

Well okay, maybe not a bucket. But a few things. A bit of this and that.

Unfortunately this pretty much sums up my week. I am somewhat lacking in motivation. Yes, motivation, not just capacity, which is the usual deficit. I am attributing it to the prednisolone decrease, a touch of PMS and the fact that I'm permanently emotionally unbalanced.

And let's not forget the stupidly hot weather. It's 29C at the moment, which is normally hot enough for me but now feels really quite mild (nice even) compared to the last few days. I'd been hiding out under our airconditioners (yes we have two - one in the bedroom, one in the study) and regularly congratulating us on our wisdom in getting them.

But even so, I've only needed to stick my head out for a moment to start to wilt and couldn't stay in here or the bedroom the whole time. And there was *something* about the last few days - the heat was so absolute that I was still aware of it. Maybe it was a psychological thing, I don't know.

~~~

My new carer came yesterday. He is a likeable chap and so far seems quite okay re-domestic tasks, but he doesn't appear to have a car. He travels by bicycle, which kind of makes him somewhat less useful. I am rather surprised my case manager didn't check this.

This time, I walked him through a whole lot of tasks and he coped with this intrusion quite well. Funnily enough I was the one that kept referring to the list and explanations I'd prepared. But it did keep me on track and stop me from just backing off from being fussy about things or not 'bothering' about things...because of ocurse, it was all on the list that I was using.

But it also made the time quite exhausting, especially because it meant I was up and about either outside or in the hot parts of the house.

Gee, you'd hate to be really sick and trying to train up a new helper at the same time.

And if it turns out he doesn't have a car or ready access to one, I guess I'll be doing it again very soon.

~~~

Don't ask about the garden.

But feel free to pray for rain.

~~~

InsideCat(TM) has just started a four week course of cartrophin injections for osteoarthritis. Apparently she is now something of a legend at the vet's on account of her continued good health(touchwood). It's been a couple of years now since she was diagnosed with kidney disease and back then the vet was being optimistic about the possibility that she could last many more months. Since then, she's mostly been a pretty healthy and happy cat. It's really only been over the last few months that she's started looking a bit straggly again. Apparently when they get osteoarthritis they tend not to groom themselves so much, for obvious reasons.

I so so hope these injections help. We really don't want to have to make quality of life decisions on something as subjective as chronic pain. When the inevitable finally happens, I'd rather it be because critical has gone wrong, not because we've had to second guess how comfortable she is.

She is presently sitting on my feet and purring. :-)

~~~

Feel free to spam my friendspage with photos of snow, okay?
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As weirdly avid readers may be aware, [livejournal.com profile] tenbears has been shuffling furniture around the place at my request and I have once again discovered that in order to tidy up, sometimes you have to make a bigger mess first.

I am still surrounded by Piles O'Crap(TM) but [livejournal.com profile] tenbears has reassembled the Noodle Communication Centre (ie: lifted necessary tables into position), cleared a path to same, and the floor rug is down. It's funny how much better I feel with the floor rug down.

Can now recommence normal lifestyle and deal with remaining Piles O'Crap(TM) and logical rearrangement as spoons allow. For all the ongoing chaos, great advances have been made. I can now lie down in comfort and stare out at the yard *at the same time*, am not feeling cloistered and stuck in a dim, dark corner, am feeling like mistress of my own domain.

Can now see people as they walk onto the verandah.

~~~~

[livejournal.com profile] tenbears has been a veritable sewing-bear. He's been repairing stuff and has also turned an old pair of pants into a pair of long shorts. Seriously, for all the training I received in the craft on account of having a uterus, I'll never match him. He knows how to put things together and that's what really makes the difference. All a machine does is give you a quick way to make it happen.

Now all I have to do is convince him he'd like to make stuff for me....I wonder if try this before or after I convince him that he'd really like to keep chickens.

~~~~

It should be a while before I get anything else productive done. In other words, I have a great urge to do stuff but I'm crashing, I can feel it and I know I should stop. Heart rate is up and arms are shaky. I'm flaking out, then hauling myself up to do some little thing that surely isn't a big deal, then crashing out again. Tired but wired, as they say. I think a small amount of diazepam is called for, to cut through the hyperness.

Aaargh, care! )
~~~

Oh and I've decided I want new curtains of a lighter hue and probably retro. And cheerful rather than rich. Rich was okay when I was young and looking for things that felt old and important. Now I feel old and gnarly but much more like I have a right to be here so I just want yellow daisies, metaphorically speaking.

~~~

PS: InsideCat is unimpressed with the changes and is sniffing and poking around with an air of disapproval and occasional meows of complaint. A small amount of therapeutic chicken will soon be applied.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
As weirdly avid readers may be aware, [livejournal.com profile] tenbears has been shuffling furniture around the place at my request and I have once again discovered that in order to tidy up, sometimes you have to make a bigger mess first.

I am still surrounded by Piles O'Crap(TM) but [livejournal.com profile] tenbears has reassembled the Noodle Communication Centre (ie: lifted necessary tables into position), cleared a path to same, and the floor rug is down. It's funny how much better I feel with the floor rug down.

Can now recommence normal lifestyle and deal with remaining Piles O'Crap(TM) and logical rearrangement as spoons allow. For all the ongoing chaos, great advances have been made. I can now lie down in comfort and stare out at the yard *at the same time*, am not feeling cloistered and stuck in a dim, dark corner, am feeling like mistress of my own domain.

Can now see people as they walk onto the verandah.

~~~~

[livejournal.com profile] tenbears has been a veritable sewing-bear. He's been repairing stuff and has also turned an old pair of pants into a pair of long shorts. Seriously, for all the training I received in the craft on account of having a uterus, I'll never match him. He knows how to put things together and that's what really makes the difference. All a machine does is give you a quick way to make it happen.

Now all I have to do is convince him he'd like to make stuff for me....I wonder if try this before or after I convince him that he'd really like to keep chickens.

~~~~

It should be a while before I get anything else productive done. In other words, I have a great urge to do stuff but I'm crashing, I can feel it and I know I should stop. Heart rate is up and arms are shaky. I'm flaking out, then hauling myself up to do some little thing that surely isn't a big deal, then crashing out again. Tired but wired, as they say. I think a small amount of diazepam is called for, to cut through the hyperness.

Aaargh, care! )
~~~

Oh and I've decided I want new curtains of a lighter hue and probably retro. And cheerful rather than rich. Rich was okay when I was young and looking for things that felt old and important. Now I feel old and gnarly but much more like I have a right to be here so I just want yellow daisies, metaphorically speaking.

~~~

PS: InsideCat is unimpressed with the changes and is sniffing and poking around with an air of disapproval and occasional meows of complaint. A small amount of therapeutic chicken will soon be applied.
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This Daylight Saving thing's always a bit of a shock to the system, no?

I'd like to have a good night's sleep tonight please.

~~~

I have a new carer starting tomorrow. No idea why the old one's gone. I do hope she didn't hate me. I hope this one's a super quick learner - showing people the ropes is always a bit of a drain.

~~~

I have stories to tell, really - I could make you laugh and make you cry. But they might have to wait until I am less bleary and muzzy headed. For today I am bleary.

And muzzy headed. Did I mention that?

A curse upon the beginning of Daylight Savings Time. But not it's end, because that extra hour is always cool.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
This Daylight Saving thing's always a bit of a shock to the system, no?

I'd like to have a good night's sleep tonight please.

~~~

I have a new carer starting tomorrow. No idea why the old one's gone. I do hope she didn't hate me. I hope this one's a super quick learner - showing people the ropes is always a bit of a drain.

~~~

I have stories to tell, really - I could make you laugh and make you cry. But they might have to wait until I am less bleary and muzzy headed. For today I am bleary.

And muzzy headed. Did I mention that?

A curse upon the beginning of Daylight Savings Time. But not it's end, because that extra hour is always cool.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
One.

This morning I got up to go to the loo and as I was getting back into bed, I pulled a muscle in my back.

It was the sort of pain that makes you wonder if it's a muscle or your liver finally packing it in, which has you lying there for a few minutes just trying to work out what the hell you've done and being unable to actually get anyone's attention because that would involve moving. Eventually 10B wandered past the bedroom and heard my plaintive cry of distress. He and was kind enough to zap a wheatbag and bring me a glass of water with a straw(and no, I didn't need water because of my back, I was just thirsty although I must say the water did help take my mind off things). Also, the straw was a bendy straw but it had an extra hole in it somewhere so the challenge of trying to drink through it was almost as good as soduku.

Fortunately, within the hour the pain had subsided enough that I went back off to sleep and I was fine three hours later.

Weird.

~~~

Two.

Yesterday we went to the supermarket and I bought me a smoked trout. Mmm smoked trout.

Today I cheerfully pulled it out of the fridge and tried to cut off a slice for lunch. The texture wasn't right - it was kind of crumbly. That's when I did the second dumbest thing in the world and put some in my mouth and yes, it definitely was not right. Then I did the dumbest thing in the world and swallowed it, still trying to convince myself that it was okay because I was *really* looking forward to this little treat.

I've been feeling faintly queasy ever since and even though I've eaten other food and drunk ginger tea and bagged it all up and binned it, put the used utensils in the dishwasher and run it, washed my fishy fingers in dettol and two kinds of soap, I can still smell and taste the rotten thing.

And as I was throwing it out, I realised it was all bendy. Very bad sign.

~~~

What comes next?

So that's two things and things like this come in threes. I fear something else is going to happen.

Am sorely tempted to deliberately stub my toe on something just to get it over with.

It's a very good thing I forgot to do my B12 injection today, I probably would have stuck my eyeball by mistake. In the overall scheme of things I'd prefer a stubbed toe.

~~~

This can't be three.

Case manager came today and things are looking better regarding home care. This is good. Unless she's secretly an assassin just pretending to be a case manager, checking the layout of the place for when she comes back to do us in.

~~~

This can't be three either.

I rang my GP's practice and spoke to a nice man who said to just take something for the runs if I get them, and something for the nausea if I want. In other words (when I pushed him), no it doesn't sound like anything beyond unpleasant.

This is also good. Unless the GP in question is wildly incompetent and doesn't know that mild queasiness is the first sign of wildly dangerous food poisoning. Or is an assassin pretending to be a GP and no doubt probably responsible for the bad fish in the first place.


~~~

Also not three.
It's now midnight and I'm feeling okay as long as I don't dwell on the fact that I've eaten manky fish or remember the taste. I had dry bikkies with promite for tea, and a bit of kefir (that yoghurt drink that I'm trying to convert everyone to because it's so yum and good for you and *everything*, and if more people drank it, maybe it would actually be available more often and at more places), some milk arrowroot biscuits and some lemon cordial. All good things for a touchy stomach.

So this is good too, unless feeling okay is a sign of impending death.



~~~

Ooh - this could be three.

It has just occured to me that I have no desire to eat smoked trout at the moment. If this is one of those defining moments that makes me a non-eater of smoked fish, like those people who go green when they see an oyster and explain that once they loved oyster but one day there they were doing a technicolour yawn all over a nice fashionable restaurant and they haven't been able to eat oysters since, I think my time on this earth may as well be over. I'd rather stub my toe. Badly, every day forever. While pushing a rock up a mountain.

The gods, they are cruel.

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