Two of my best friends got engaged two weeks ago after a seven year "courtship"....and are getting married this coming Friday!
I am thrilled but am also a bit frazzled...and nervous. The whole bridesmaid thing is nerve-wracking.
I know we''ll have fun in the end though and here's praying for blue skies on the day!
More to come...with photos too!
Still no internet at work though...three weeks now I think. I am in serious withdrawal and sneaking on to friends' computers whenever possible!
Someone came by today and hopefully we will be set up soon.
Can't wait!
Tuesday 29 May 2007
Wednesday 2 May 2007
1,000,000,000 times
That's how many times today I have already wanted to eff off a certain somebody.
And it's only 11:30am. Grrrrrrrr.
On the brighter side, I am wearing my new jeans and I LOVE them!
Also, I had to stop on the way to work to buy a new helmet. There is no way I could wear Dr. O's for a week. I think it was bad enough that I wore it home last night and into town this morning as I had to hold it on at the strap with one hand. When I had to let go to use the brake the helmet would fling back threatening to come off completely....or decapitate me.
Anyway, it was only forcing me to do something I should have done months ago, right after my accident. Whenever you choose/decide/are forced to stop a moving vehicle with your helmet...with your head still inside naturally....it is recommended that you replace the helmet as it might have sustained unseen stress fractures and therefore might not protect your head again should you decide to repeat this method of coming to a halt.
FYI: It is also recommended that you not use this method of coming to a halt.
In related news: The latest repercussion from my accident was discovered on my check-up with the eye doctor, Dr. LTB, a couple of weeks ago. Can you believe that I am still suffering the consequences of an accident that took place at the end of January....this is the beginning of May for f*cks sake!
Anyway...I had seen Dr. LTB right after the accident to make sure that everything was OK. What with the bang I took, the cuts and bruises around my eye, the concussion and the fracture to my cheek bone, and the fact that I am prone to weak spots in my retina, we figured it's better safe than sorry. Everything seemed fine initially, he couldn't tell much because there was too much internal swelling and a large contusion on my main eye muscle, but he wasn't too concerned. It was kinda hard to know how much of my vision trouble was being caused by the bruising etc as opposed to the concussion. Regardless, he booked me for an eye function test a few weeks later, to make sure the swelling was going down and the eye muscle was working properly. Once again everything seemed fine and in fact I apparently have exceptional depth perception! Woo hoo for hidden talents!! The technician said that Dr. LTB would want to see me again to make sure that everything had healed properly inside the eye. I don't know if you have ever had a "proper" eye exam, where they first numb your eye so that you can't feel the peeper thingie (technical terminology) the doctor places on your eye ball, then they dilate your pupils so that he can see right into your eye. I was told once that it is the closest one can get to looking at the brain without opening up the skull, because, right behind your eyeball?.....that there is your brain. It's horrible, the numbing and dilating, and it takes a while. But of course there are plenty of magazines and a TV in the waiting room...oh, but wait!....you can't focus when your eyes are dilated! You'll find me in the parking lot, smoking, when the doctor's ready, thanks.
But I digress. As it turned out I had to postpone my appointment three times due to one thing or another, all work related, and I was beginning to wonder if I really needed to bother, everything seemed fine. My eyes were still over-sensitive but I had had no problems with my vision. In the end I once again thought it was better to be safe than sorry and went along. Now, Dr. LTB is a lovely man, very nice and kind, but he's a man of few words and doesn't chat during the exam except to give you directions. So when he started "Hmmm-ing" and "Oh-ing" amid the "Look up/down/left/right-ing", I got a bit concerned. As it turns out, the retina had been pulled away from the eye wall by the internal swelling and as the swelling went down the retina was left stretched away. Holy crap! I had a detached retina! Because it was detached so far down it had not impacted my vision and I would have continued to be unaware of it until it actually tore. And that would have been a very serious problem indeed! I need to be able to see to light my cigarettes and fill my wine glass....and watch Gray's Anatomy.
Since it was late afternoon and he only had a few more patients to see, he had me wait and was able to patch me up right away.....and I managed not to have a complete panic attack. But it was so late when we finished that all the staff had gone and I missed the usual post-visit attention I get from the nurses. Apparently my pupils open unusually large under dilation and stay that way for ages longer than most people (woo hoo for another hidden talent!) and the nurses like to have a look in (nurses are so weird!). This gives me time to let the eye-watering ease up and for the numbness to wear off so I can look from side to side. And this is very useful because it's hard enough driving home when you can't focus, but when you can't look from side to side it's damn near impossible.
I guess I should get some work done now......
And it's only 11:30am. Grrrrrrrr.
On the brighter side, I am wearing my new jeans and I LOVE them!
Also, I had to stop on the way to work to buy a new helmet. There is no way I could wear Dr. O's for a week. I think it was bad enough that I wore it home last night and into town this morning as I had to hold it on at the strap with one hand. When I had to let go to use the brake the helmet would fling back threatening to come off completely....or decapitate me.
Anyway, it was only forcing me to do something I should have done months ago, right after my accident. Whenever you choose/decide/are forced to stop a moving vehicle with your helmet...with your head still inside naturally....it is recommended that you replace the helmet as it might have sustained unseen stress fractures and therefore might not protect your head again should you decide to repeat this method of coming to a halt.
FYI: It is also recommended that you not use this method of coming to a halt.
In related news: The latest repercussion from my accident was discovered on my check-up with the eye doctor, Dr. LTB, a couple of weeks ago. Can you believe that I am still suffering the consequences of an accident that took place at the end of January....this is the beginning of May for f*cks sake!
Anyway...I had seen Dr. LTB right after the accident to make sure that everything was OK. What with the bang I took, the cuts and bruises around my eye, the concussion and the fracture to my cheek bone, and the fact that I am prone to weak spots in my retina, we figured it's better safe than sorry. Everything seemed fine initially, he couldn't tell much because there was too much internal swelling and a large contusion on my main eye muscle, but he wasn't too concerned. It was kinda hard to know how much of my vision trouble was being caused by the bruising etc as opposed to the concussion. Regardless, he booked me for an eye function test a few weeks later, to make sure the swelling was going down and the eye muscle was working properly. Once again everything seemed fine and in fact I apparently have exceptional depth perception! Woo hoo for hidden talents!! The technician said that Dr. LTB would want to see me again to make sure that everything had healed properly inside the eye. I don't know if you have ever had a "proper" eye exam, where they first numb your eye so that you can't feel the peeper thingie (technical terminology) the doctor places on your eye ball, then they dilate your pupils so that he can see right into your eye. I was told once that it is the closest one can get to looking at the brain without opening up the skull, because, right behind your eyeball?.....that there is your brain. It's horrible, the numbing and dilating, and it takes a while. But of course there are plenty of magazines and a TV in the waiting room...oh, but wait!....you can't focus when your eyes are dilated! You'll find me in the parking lot, smoking, when the doctor's ready, thanks.
But I digress. As it turned out I had to postpone my appointment three times due to one thing or another, all work related, and I was beginning to wonder if I really needed to bother, everything seemed fine. My eyes were still over-sensitive but I had had no problems with my vision. In the end I once again thought it was better to be safe than sorry and went along. Now, Dr. LTB is a lovely man, very nice and kind, but he's a man of few words and doesn't chat during the exam except to give you directions. So when he started "Hmmm-ing" and "Oh-ing" amid the "Look up/down/left/right-ing", I got a bit concerned. As it turns out, the retina had been pulled away from the eye wall by the internal swelling and as the swelling went down the retina was left stretched away. Holy crap! I had a detached retina! Because it was detached so far down it had not impacted my vision and I would have continued to be unaware of it until it actually tore. And that would have been a very serious problem indeed! I need to be able to see to light my cigarettes and fill my wine glass....and watch Gray's Anatomy.
Since it was late afternoon and he only had a few more patients to see, he had me wait and was able to patch me up right away.....and I managed not to have a complete panic attack. But it was so late when we finished that all the staff had gone and I missed the usual post-visit attention I get from the nurses. Apparently my pupils open unusually large under dilation and stay that way for ages longer than most people (woo hoo for another hidden talent!) and the nurses like to have a look in (nurses are so weird!). This gives me time to let the eye-watering ease up and for the numbness to wear off so I can look from side to side. And this is very useful because it's hard enough driving home when you can't focus, but when you can't look from side to side it's damn near impossible.
I guess I should get some work done now......
Tuesday 1 May 2007
Aaargghhhh!
Gosh I'm in a foul mood now.
On the way to work this morning I put my feet down from the bike at the first stop sign I encountered and as I lifted them back up again the right foot felt a bit strange. Well, not so much the foot as the shoe. I looked down and lifted the foot a bit and sure enough the sole of the shoe was coming off! It got worse each time I had to put my feet down and by the time I was trying to walk up the path at work it was completely off except for the heel. I had to drag my foot along the ground sideways in order not to trip. Of course, I could also have taken the shoe off and walked the last few yards with one bare foot. But that would have been too much like common sense.
I'm really just amazed that I didn't break my neck coming down the stairs at home!
Then, at lunch time I decided to go into town. And that right there is enough to ruin anyone's day! But I really wanted to check this one place out.....one of the big department store's newly opened 'discount' outlet. Thought I'd go on in and see if there was anything worth it in there or if it was just going to be the dregs...the completely un-sellable stuff.
It's a bit of both. There is some stuff that just should never have been for sale in a store ever, anywhere, no matter how discounted. But there's also some nicer stuff...the very last of certain items. I found a few gems and headed for the dressing room, where some of those gems turned out to be plastic baubles. But there were three items I was quite thrilled with, including a pair of jeans which I LOVED and which is particularly unusual for me. Being a dyed in the wool....or denim, (ha ha I'm so funny!)...Levis girl I rarely find jeans, or any other kind of casual trouser, that I like and that fits and are long enough and that I can afford outside of the Levis store. So, this was a real find and I headed out of the dressing room, really happy and thinking about my first chance to wear them....I'd have to do it soon as jeans weather is very nearly over.
I get up to the counter and the sales lady begins ringing up my sale and then starts fiddling with the security device on the jeans.....and couldn't get it off. Then I cried. They are going to try another way of getting the device off and call me. But.....DAMN!!
So, I was late back to work because I spent so much time looking round the stupid store, and it took a long time to drive back to work whilst sobbing.
When I got back I went around to the back door which we all use to come and go, leaving the front door for the patients. And...and...Oh.My.God. There was a huge f*ck off lizard on the corner of the building, just at the narrowest part of the path. Needless to say I quietly had a heart attack and ran back to the front door. Screw the patients.
Now, FYI, work is making me stressed and annoyed these days regardless as I am on the outs with the office manager since a big blow up we had last week. He owes me a bloody apology and for some reason I can't seem to get past that. Well, Dr. O had asked Office Manager to do some sort of favour for him this morning....I have no clue what but somehow it has ended up in OM leaving Dr. O's helmet somewhere. Dr. O went out to ride his bike home to get ready for his flight this afternoon, and lo and behold, no helmet! He has had to borrow mine to get home while OM goes to retrieve Dr. O's so that I have a helmet to wear home. Problem is that Dr. O won't be back until next week, so I have to ride around with a helmet that we don't even know will fit me...for a week! Bugger! Bloody Office Manager!
Add to all that, my nose is bugging me so much that I swear I would chop it off if I could. Hide all the knives.
I am suffering from allergies to a previously unheard of extent. Yesterday, as I sniffed my way through a conversation with Dr. O in a voice so nasal I seriously sounded like some sort of cartoon character, he asked me what I was taking and how long had it been now. I told him that it had been about a week now but I wasn't taking anything. He gave me such an exasperated look that it shamed me into going to the chemist and picking up some nasal spray and some tablets. Well, they're working. I can breathe through my nostrils again. But the itchy, irritated, sneezy, soreness is killing me!
And now it is just about time to go home and I haven't had one email all day. Not one. Not even work related (rare at the best of times anyway).
Nobody loves me today. Not even my Mummy?!
Lucky for me I have a bottle of wine at home with my name on it.
Edited to Add: The shop just called and they got the security thingie off of my jeans! Yay! AND they're open until 5:30 so I have time to get there to pick them up! Yay!
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
On the way to work this morning I put my feet down from the bike at the first stop sign I encountered and as I lifted them back up again the right foot felt a bit strange. Well, not so much the foot as the shoe. I looked down and lifted the foot a bit and sure enough the sole of the shoe was coming off! It got worse each time I had to put my feet down and by the time I was trying to walk up the path at work it was completely off except for the heel. I had to drag my foot along the ground sideways in order not to trip. Of course, I could also have taken the shoe off and walked the last few yards with one bare foot. But that would have been too much like common sense.
I'm really just amazed that I didn't break my neck coming down the stairs at home!
Then, at lunch time I decided to go into town. And that right there is enough to ruin anyone's day! But I really wanted to check this one place out.....one of the big department store's newly opened 'discount' outlet. Thought I'd go on in and see if there was anything worth it in there or if it was just going to be the dregs...the completely un-sellable stuff.
It's a bit of both. There is some stuff that just should never have been for sale in a store ever, anywhere, no matter how discounted. But there's also some nicer stuff...the very last of certain items. I found a few gems and headed for the dressing room, where some of those gems turned out to be plastic baubles. But there were three items I was quite thrilled with, including a pair of jeans which I LOVED and which is particularly unusual for me. Being a dyed in the wool....or denim, (ha ha I'm so funny!)...Levis girl I rarely find jeans, or any other kind of casual trouser, that I like and that fits and are long enough and that I can afford outside of the Levis store. So, this was a real find and I headed out of the dressing room, really happy and thinking about my first chance to wear them....I'd have to do it soon as jeans weather is very nearly over.
I get up to the counter and the sales lady begins ringing up my sale and then starts fiddling with the security device on the jeans.....and couldn't get it off. Then I cried. They are going to try another way of getting the device off and call me. But.....DAMN!!
So, I was late back to work because I spent so much time looking round the stupid store, and it took a long time to drive back to work whilst sobbing.
When I got back I went around to the back door which we all use to come and go, leaving the front door for the patients. And...and...Oh.My.God. There was a huge f*ck off lizard on the corner of the building, just at the narrowest part of the path. Needless to say I quietly had a heart attack and ran back to the front door. Screw the patients.
Now, FYI, work is making me stressed and annoyed these days regardless as I am on the outs with the office manager since a big blow up we had last week. He owes me a bloody apology and for some reason I can't seem to get past that. Well, Dr. O had asked Office Manager to do some sort of favour for him this morning....I have no clue what but somehow it has ended up in OM leaving Dr. O's helmet somewhere. Dr. O went out to ride his bike home to get ready for his flight this afternoon, and lo and behold, no helmet! He has had to borrow mine to get home while OM goes to retrieve Dr. O's so that I have a helmet to wear home. Problem is that Dr. O won't be back until next week, so I have to ride around with a helmet that we don't even know will fit me...for a week! Bugger! Bloody Office Manager!
Add to all that, my nose is bugging me so much that I swear I would chop it off if I could. Hide all the knives.
I am suffering from allergies to a previously unheard of extent. Yesterday, as I sniffed my way through a conversation with Dr. O in a voice so nasal I seriously sounded like some sort of cartoon character, he asked me what I was taking and how long had it been now. I told him that it had been about a week now but I wasn't taking anything. He gave me such an exasperated look that it shamed me into going to the chemist and picking up some nasal spray and some tablets. Well, they're working. I can breathe through my nostrils again. But the itchy, irritated, sneezy, soreness is killing me!
And now it is just about time to go home and I haven't had one email all day. Not one. Not even work related (rare at the best of times anyway).
Nobody loves me today. Not even my Mummy?!
Lucky for me I have a bottle of wine at home with my name on it.
Edited to Add: The shop just called and they got the security thingie off of my jeans! Yay! AND they're open until 5:30 so I have time to get there to pick them up! Yay!
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
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