Saturday, 28 February 2009
Friday, 27 February 2009
Dr B was a bit worried at the lack of movement in my left arm - I couldn't even lift my hand to my nose! - so he told me he wanted to get blood taken and tested for arthritis. Apparently arthritis can be linked to psoriasis which I have a mild case of. (Ooooh, never end a sentence with a preposition!!)
I went to make an appointment with the bloodsucking nurse and she had a space in 10 minutes so back to the waiting room I went. (Side note - the scary man who'd been talking to himself whilst I was waiting for the doctor had gone. Phew! He was freaky!!!)
Anyway, off to the nurse and she finally found a vein and drew 3 tubies of blood from me. Now I just have to wait for the results.
Or maybe not! Joanna looked up arthritis on the internet looking for one that might have symptoms like mine. Well, she came up with one called "poly myalgia rheumatica" - PMR for short. Literally it means "many aching muscles". Practically every symptom she read out, I'd say "yep, that's me".
I realise that it might not be PMR that I have but I'm sort of hoping it is. Why? Because it's curable! And, better than that, it seems to be a quick thing to sort. Relief in 24 to 48 hours sounds fabulous to me!
So, I have to wait 2 weeks to go back to the doc to discuss the results. Whether it's PMR or not, I hope he has answers for me because it's a pain being in pain!!
Thursday, 26 February 2009
And now, in the past half hour, Joanna has been told that she's got a job, too. She starts this Monday coming as the person in charge of marketing for a charity here in Fife. Fa-bu-lous!!
So, within 2 weeks, both girls are now back in the workplace earning money and, hopefully, saving a little of it too! It's a good day!
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
A teacher was telling her class that it's physically impossible for a whale to eat a human being because, although a whale's mouth is big enough, his throat is too small to swallow us. (comment from me - what a relief!!)
A little girl put up her hand and said "But, Miss, Jonah got eaten by a whale!".
The teacher said again that it wasn't possible for a whale to swallow a person.
The little girl went on "When I get to heaven, I'll ask Jonah".
The teacher asked her "What happens if Jonah's in Hell?".
"Well, then *you* could ask him!"
Thursday, 19 February 2009
1. Go to Wikipedia and type your birth month and day (not year).
2. List three events from that day.
3. List two important births and one death.
4. List one holiday or observance.
1152 - Henry II marries Eleanor of Aquitaine.
1980 - Mount St. Helens eruption (I remember watching this! I was pregnant with Debbie at the time and remember thinking that the bump on Mt St Helens looked a lot like my bump. At least my bump didn't explode - well not for another 3 months, anyway!)
1991 - Helen Sharman from Sheffield becomes the first Briton to orbit in Space (I remember this too)
And for anyone interested, no I don't remember the first one on the list! :oP
1920 - Pope John Paul II (d. 2005)
1949 - Rick Wakeman, English composer and musician (Yes)
1995 - Elizabeth Montgomery, American actress (b. 1933) (I so want to be able to twitch my nose like she did to do the housework! Bewitched, in case you're not sure who she was.)
Festival of the god Pan in Ancient Greece (I don't think it has anything to do with cooking!)
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Saturday, 14 February 2009
There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today?" So she did and she had a wonderful day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. "H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today?" So she did and she had a grand day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. "Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.
The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. "YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"
Attitude is everything!!
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Mum said the main road looked a bit bad so we're leaving the trip to Asda's until this afternoon - if it clears! At the rate it's still falling, I doubt we'll be going anywhere near Asda's today!
Tuesday, 10 February 2009
1. Blaming your farts on me.... not funny.. not funny at all!!!
2. Yelling at me for barking. I'M A BLEEPIN' DOG, YOU IDIOT!
3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this anyway?
4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose...stop it!
5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff when you're not home.
6. The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog! Whoooohooooo!!!! What a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
7. Taking me to the Vet for "the big snip", and then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back.
8. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet.
9. Dog sweaters! Hello ??? Haven't you noticed the fur?
10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth -- you're just jealous.
Now lay off me on some of these things. We both know who's boss here!!! You don't see me picking up YOUR poop, DO YOU???
Friday, 6 February 2009
At this time of year, every year, I go on about how I'm sleeping with an old man. I do this until May when I catch up with him again. But until then, I'll enjoy teasing him about how old he is and how he's so lucky to be sleeping with a younger woman! tee hee
Wednesday, 4 February 2009
This morning when Douglas left for work at 7.40am, it was almost daylight! And now - at almost 5pm - it's still light outside. Yay!!
Oh yes, it's cold and has even been snowing today but YAY for longer, lighter days. Spring can only be around the corner - you'd think!
Monday, 2 February 2009
and I were waving Douglas off at the living room window, I was stroking her back as she cries when daddy leaves. When he had gone, I took a hold of her ears, tucked them under her chin and put my nose to her nose, stared into her eyes and told her he'd be back soon enough.
That's when the thought struck me that I don't think I'd want to be a dog if somebody's going to take a hold of my ears and tuck them under my chin! Even the constant stroking on my back and patting my head would get annoying, I'm sure.
But the thing that definitely puts me off the idea of being a dog is the way I would have to greet others of my species! blech