The bump was booked in to be induced on Tuesday (don't know why, just seems to be the way they do it out in Perth I think) Daughter in Law and Son dutifully turned up at hosp at required book in time, to be told go home again, we are full. Not very happy as they had had to arrange an over night baby sitter for my littlies (who, obviously they still had to pay) So they came home, a bit flat and upset and had to go back to the hosp today for an appointment and they are now re booked in for next Tuesday, assuming that the bump hangs on that long. His due arrival date actually is next Tuesday, so this week would have been a week early.
I am a little confused by all this, why does the hospital want to induce mothers anyway when there are no apparent issues with the health of the baby or the mother? Is it so they can allocate staff, or can try and arrange to not have mothers on the ward on the weekends or something? I'm not sure it sits well with me to some degree, I sort of feel like an induction is somehow messing around with nature. I know its really helpful as far as the planning ahead for babysitters and time off work, but somehow, well it just doesn't seem quite, well, normal if you know what I mean.
Is it just me? Am I out of touch with these things?
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Thursday, 4 July 2013
Almost Daughter
Almost Daughter gave birth to Lucas Steven at 9.47 weighing 8 1/2 lbs. As almost daughter is a mere size 6 (naturally sized) I can understand why they wanted to do a C section ! Mother, Baby, Husband and 3 and half year old big sister are all doing well !! Lovely news !!
Wobblies, and Snoring Dogs
I'm having a real wobble today. I'm not fit to be let loose in the world so I am hiding at home, cuddled on the sofa with a snoring dog, listening to music which matches my mood and weeping buckets and being a snivelling mess.
First the good news, the really good news. Himself has had most of his tests back and nothing dreadfully awful is showing up. I cant tell you how relieved I am. However his liver is showing fatty lumps and the doctor says that he has Non Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease, (as opposed to an excess of booze which causes Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease) which basically means that the shite builders breakfasts, the pies, the sausage rolls and all sorts of other crap STOP NOW. Even though I have been banging on about these for years (I have never been a pastry person, it just wouldn't occur to me to go into a shop and buy a pie or sausage roll to east as a 'snack' Now chocolate that's a different story.........:-).........I'll probably find out at some point that I have got Non Alcoholic Chocolate Fatty Liver Disease :-) and at which point Himself will take great delight in getting his own back.....but I digress......
If he can really get his act together now (and believe me he is trying) apparently the NAFLD can be near enough reversed with a proper diet which in turn should help to sort his diabetes out. His levels this past week have been relatively good and the doc is now holding off the insulin injections pending him losing some weight and changing his diet drastically. When we are together he's not so bad as I tend to 'control' what he eats - makes me sound like some sort of bully I guess, but I eat (I think) more sensibly than he does under his own steam. So fingers crossed we will get there and I will have many many more years of the daft old sod under my feet.
The next bit of news is that we are seriously thinking of going back out to Perth as soon as we can raise the money. The problem is still proving to be me getting another job as I am the visa holder. Himself is at the point of 'Lets just go, Life's too short, We have had a reprieve etc ' and what will be will be. We can still stay in the 'cowshed' at his brothers place, but there is no paid work for me to go to as yet, either with his brother, or with anybody else.
And that's where I am having my wobble. Big big wobble today.
Yes we could get tickets and go. The Bump is due next week and to be there more or less straight after would be wonderful, I know how much they are missing us and we are missing them. But, and to me today, this is SUCH a BIG BUT.....I am scared stiff to go without any secure finances in place.
My head is full of what ifs'
What if I don't find work straight away - I have been trying for 4 months and nothing so far. We would be going out with little money, so could only last a short time without work and again its me that the Visa is dependant on, Himself can be a bus driver, brain surgeon or fisherman if he chooses, he has no restrictions on his working activities.
What if we have to come back? How can we afford it ? What do we come back to? We are both getting older and getting work is getting older. Having said that the dear Department of Pensions sent me a letter the other day informing me that I cannot retire until I am 67........thanks, that really cheered me up I can tell you
What would we come back to? If we go this time we would have to give our home up.
What about my dog, the one that's snuggled up next to me snoring? He has had all the required jabs to come out with us to meet Oz quarantine requirements, but I cant afford to take him right now.
My head is full of so many questions and obstacles (some I guess I am putting in the way, or I am being realistic, I am not sure which) So many Fors and Againsts. Plus a rising fear of panic which I am trying hard to sit on.
So I am sitting here with a snoring dog, who is totally oblivious to the fact that I feel like I am going mad, and cant decide what to do for the best because for the past three days I have thought my self round and round and round in circles until I have reached the point where I can't think straight at all. I think I will go and have a shower, I seem to do most of my 'better' thinking under the water spray.
I am missing my littlies terribly and they ask us more or less everytime we speak when are we going back to their house.......
On another note, I am sitting here waiting for a telephone call. My Almost Daughter is in hospital today having a planned C section for her second baby (First beautiful daughter was an emergency C Section). She didn't to know what it is, so today will be a lovely surprise for her and her hubby. I wish them all so much love. And then next week (also a planned arrival unless he arrives under his own steam) Grandson number 3 will arrive. And they STILL wont tell me what his name is to be............that really winds me up !! :-)
First the good news, the really good news. Himself has had most of his tests back and nothing dreadfully awful is showing up. I cant tell you how relieved I am. However his liver is showing fatty lumps and the doctor says that he has Non Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease, (as opposed to an excess of booze which causes Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease) which basically means that the shite builders breakfasts, the pies, the sausage rolls and all sorts of other crap STOP NOW. Even though I have been banging on about these for years (I have never been a pastry person, it just wouldn't occur to me to go into a shop and buy a pie or sausage roll to east as a 'snack' Now chocolate that's a different story.........:-).........I'll probably find out at some point that I have got Non Alcoholic Chocolate Fatty Liver Disease :-) and at which point Himself will take great delight in getting his own back.....but I digress......
If he can really get his act together now (and believe me he is trying) apparently the NAFLD can be near enough reversed with a proper diet which in turn should help to sort his diabetes out. His levels this past week have been relatively good and the doc is now holding off the insulin injections pending him losing some weight and changing his diet drastically. When we are together he's not so bad as I tend to 'control' what he eats - makes me sound like some sort of bully I guess, but I eat (I think) more sensibly than he does under his own steam. So fingers crossed we will get there and I will have many many more years of the daft old sod under my feet.
The next bit of news is that we are seriously thinking of going back out to Perth as soon as we can raise the money. The problem is still proving to be me getting another job as I am the visa holder. Himself is at the point of 'Lets just go, Life's too short, We have had a reprieve etc ' and what will be will be. We can still stay in the 'cowshed' at his brothers place, but there is no paid work for me to go to as yet, either with his brother, or with anybody else.
And that's where I am having my wobble. Big big wobble today.
Yes we could get tickets and go. The Bump is due next week and to be there more or less straight after would be wonderful, I know how much they are missing us and we are missing them. But, and to me today, this is SUCH a BIG BUT.....I am scared stiff to go without any secure finances in place.
My head is full of what ifs'
What if I don't find work straight away - I have been trying for 4 months and nothing so far. We would be going out with little money, so could only last a short time without work and again its me that the Visa is dependant on, Himself can be a bus driver, brain surgeon or fisherman if he chooses, he has no restrictions on his working activities.
What if we have to come back? How can we afford it ? What do we come back to? We are both getting older and getting work is getting older. Having said that the dear Department of Pensions sent me a letter the other day informing me that I cannot retire until I am 67........thanks, that really cheered me up I can tell you
What would we come back to? If we go this time we would have to give our home up.
What about my dog, the one that's snuggled up next to me snoring? He has had all the required jabs to come out with us to meet Oz quarantine requirements, but I cant afford to take him right now.
My head is full of so many questions and obstacles (some I guess I am putting in the way, or I am being realistic, I am not sure which) So many Fors and Againsts. Plus a rising fear of panic which I am trying hard to sit on.
So I am sitting here with a snoring dog, who is totally oblivious to the fact that I feel like I am going mad, and cant decide what to do for the best because for the past three days I have thought my self round and round and round in circles until I have reached the point where I can't think straight at all. I think I will go and have a shower, I seem to do most of my 'better' thinking under the water spray.
I am missing my littlies terribly and they ask us more or less everytime we speak when are we going back to their house.......
On another note, I am sitting here waiting for a telephone call. My Almost Daughter is in hospital today having a planned C section for her second baby (First beautiful daughter was an emergency C Section). She didn't to know what it is, so today will be a lovely surprise for her and her hubby. I wish them all so much love. And then next week (also a planned arrival unless he arrives under his own steam) Grandson number 3 will arrive. And they STILL wont tell me what his name is to be............that really winds me up !! :-)
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Many Nights
There is no where that feels so alone as the solitude off a dark silent 3.00am when the rest of the world must surely be asleep except for my crowded fuddled brain which is trying to fight off and file away a million and one thoughts that refuse to bed down for the night.
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Updates
Hubby has an endoscopy booked for next Friday (camera down inside) The doc wants to look at his pancreas. His Blood Sugar levels have been up and down again the past few days, but they have been lower than late which is good. His eye site has also improved. We both went for eye tests last Saturday and I have to collect my new specs today. However the optician checked his eyes but refused to prescribe him new glasses as his BS levels were not stable and he hadn't started the Insulin injections, telling him that until he had got the levels more stable and the insulin doses had been settled, his eye site would vary daily, something which has been born out this week.
He knows that he has to really get to grips with this now and is also very aware of what the docs may be looking for at the endoscopy. Whilst working away he finds it incredibly difficult to cater for himself and invariably like most builders lives on rubbish food during the day. I just keep re iterating how much healthier he was when we were out in Oz and were working together. We would take breakfast in with us, cereals, fruit and mid morning snack was home made bread toast, lunch was always a big salad with some pasta or rice, fruit or yogurt. Afternoon snack was fruit, yogurt or a couple of crackers and then tea was something like chicken, salad and a jacket potato. I'm not saying it was just because we were in Oz, but the fact that we were together and I could help him control and balance what he was eating.
Mind you the sunshine, swimming each day, chasing two grandsons and less job stress I think helped a great deal. When we came home he went straight back to doing what he has always done here and lost the good habits he had been building up. I just hope that its not too late to reverse them again.
I am still trying to get another job back out in Perth, but this week cant really focus on things clearly, just want Himself to be OK. The job I started here lasted two days and then the ceiling fell in, literally, buts that whole other story for another day. Suffice to say, if you are insured by LV, then I wish you the best of luck with any insurance claim you try and make with them.
I have never made a house or contents insurance claim in my life and estimate that the amount I have paid over the years must come to about 15000 pounds. I seriously think now I would have been better putting the money in an ISA and using it if I ever needed it for a house problem, my current experience is that insurance is no help what so ever when you are at the time when you need the help the most.
Rant over, off to clean out the rest of the shed which didn't get done before Xmas, go and get my new glasses and WEAR them whilst driving and then get my back side down to sunny Kent.
Have a lovely weekend! Thanks Jan and Sarah, your comments mean a lot xxxxxx
He knows that he has to really get to grips with this now and is also very aware of what the docs may be looking for at the endoscopy. Whilst working away he finds it incredibly difficult to cater for himself and invariably like most builders lives on rubbish food during the day. I just keep re iterating how much healthier he was when we were out in Oz and were working together. We would take breakfast in with us, cereals, fruit and mid morning snack was home made bread toast, lunch was always a big salad with some pasta or rice, fruit or yogurt. Afternoon snack was fruit, yogurt or a couple of crackers and then tea was something like chicken, salad and a jacket potato. I'm not saying it was just because we were in Oz, but the fact that we were together and I could help him control and balance what he was eating.
Mind you the sunshine, swimming each day, chasing two grandsons and less job stress I think helped a great deal. When we came home he went straight back to doing what he has always done here and lost the good habits he had been building up. I just hope that its not too late to reverse them again.
I am still trying to get another job back out in Perth, but this week cant really focus on things clearly, just want Himself to be OK. The job I started here lasted two days and then the ceiling fell in, literally, buts that whole other story for another day. Suffice to say, if you are insured by LV, then I wish you the best of luck with any insurance claim you try and make with them.
I have never made a house or contents insurance claim in my life and estimate that the amount I have paid over the years must come to about 15000 pounds. I seriously think now I would have been better putting the money in an ISA and using it if I ever needed it for a house problem, my current experience is that insurance is no help what so ever when you are at the time when you need the help the most.
Rant over, off to clean out the rest of the shed which didn't get done before Xmas, go and get my new glasses and WEAR them whilst driving and then get my back side down to sunny Kent.
Have a lovely weekend! Thanks Jan and Sarah, your comments mean a lot xxxxxx
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Brothers and Himself
Two weeks ago hubby lost one of his brothers, another one had died just before we went out to Oz. One had cancer and the other one Rick had a massive heart attack and died on his own, alone in his new council flat that he had just decorated and was so proud of. When we were out in Perth we talked often on Skype and he proudly took me 'on a tour' round his new flat showing me his decorating and was chuffed to bits when he bought a new saucepan set. 64 years old and pleased because he had new saucepans - sort of puts things into perspective doesn't it?
We went up to Scotland a month ago and spent a lot of time with Rick and we had a lot of laughs, for my part it was great to sit and listen to the stories from when they were young. We left Rick laughing when we left, but that was the last time we were to see him, a week later he had gone.
And then, the family fighting started. I won't go into details but it involved a step daughter that he brought up, children (now in their 30's and 40's that he didn't bring up) his sister, two nieces, one nephew and a post mortem that was scheduled, which after a week keeping us waiting, did not take place (still don't know why). Oh, an almost punch up at the crematorium after Rick's closest friend had been spreading mis information which got back to the people that he had lied about. Oh and one dented car when hubbies nephew backed into a fire escape in his haste to go and collect his daughter who had been rushed to hospital the night before. It wasn't a very good day and to be truthful I was glad on this one occasion to leave Scotland to come home.
Now I am sitting here tonight worried sick. Hubby hasn't been particularly good the past couple of weeks and when he had his last diabetic check a few weeks ago, the doc told him that he was going to have to go on to insulin injections today. Well he went and after telling the doc that his appetite has decreased considerably the past few weeks, he has actually put on weight, This is not a good sign apparently (as he is working away again, I wasn't as aware as I should be at how little he has been eating, and it had only really come to light over this bank holiday weekend....)
The doc has scheduled him to see a diabetic specialist and to have a scan of his pancreas (which hurts) and to have a camera down to see what.s going on inside him as soon as possible. So, as I said I am worried sick tonight.
Himself, who is equally as worried but putting on his 'of course I'll be fine' face, decided to drive back down to Kent to work tomorrow........
I love this man with all my heart, but I am so worried tonight. And he is on his own..
We went up to Scotland a month ago and spent a lot of time with Rick and we had a lot of laughs, for my part it was great to sit and listen to the stories from when they were young. We left Rick laughing when we left, but that was the last time we were to see him, a week later he had gone.
And then, the family fighting started. I won't go into details but it involved a step daughter that he brought up, children (now in their 30's and 40's that he didn't bring up) his sister, two nieces, one nephew and a post mortem that was scheduled, which after a week keeping us waiting, did not take place (still don't know why). Oh, an almost punch up at the crematorium after Rick's closest friend had been spreading mis information which got back to the people that he had lied about. Oh and one dented car when hubbies nephew backed into a fire escape in his haste to go and collect his daughter who had been rushed to hospital the night before. It wasn't a very good day and to be truthful I was glad on this one occasion to leave Scotland to come home.
Now I am sitting here tonight worried sick. Hubby hasn't been particularly good the past couple of weeks and when he had his last diabetic check a few weeks ago, the doc told him that he was going to have to go on to insulin injections today. Well he went and after telling the doc that his appetite has decreased considerably the past few weeks, he has actually put on weight, This is not a good sign apparently (as he is working away again, I wasn't as aware as I should be at how little he has been eating, and it had only really come to light over this bank holiday weekend....)
The doc has scheduled him to see a diabetic specialist and to have a scan of his pancreas (which hurts) and to have a camera down to see what.s going on inside him as soon as possible. So, as I said I am worried sick tonight.
Himself, who is equally as worried but putting on his 'of course I'll be fine' face, decided to drive back down to Kent to work tomorrow........
I love this man with all my heart, but I am so worried tonight. And he is on his own..
Thursday, 23 May 2013
Woolwich Today
Himself was in the army. His Sister's son was in the army and is still out in harms way as a security officer. His brother was in the army. His other sister, her husband and two sons were in the army, one of them being very seriously wounded in Afghanistan and is lucky to be alive even though he is now partly paralysed and brain injured. My married family are all proud to have served their county - one of them on the 'wrong side' according to the rest of his Irish family from whom he has been divorced since he took the Queen's shilling.
My heart bleeds tonight for this poor young man who was slain on our streets. I don't know the why or the wherefore of what his attackers wanted to prove but I do know the heart ache of losing loved ones and the many hours we sat with my nephew in Intensive Care when he was flown back to the UK after we had twice been told he had died in the attack that ended his army life.
Who ever you love, give them an extra hug tonight. Life really is too short not to let them know you care xxxx
My heart bleeds tonight for this poor young man who was slain on our streets. I don't know the why or the wherefore of what his attackers wanted to prove but I do know the heart ache of losing loved ones and the many hours we sat with my nephew in Intensive Care when he was flown back to the UK after we had twice been told he had died in the attack that ended his army life.
Who ever you love, give them an extra hug tonight. Life really is too short not to let them know you care xxxx
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