teylaminh: (Derren Brown - blank)
So much for updating once a month. Actually, this might not be such a little update after all. :P

Work Stuff )

That was basically the long version of my Twitter rants lately. I also need to do a health update, though I put most of this on Facebook already.

Health )

In other, slightly more exciting health-related news... on 28th February I went to get my daith pierced. I had been intending to get it done for some time, but finally bit the bullet thanks to my colleague and our line manager deciding to get theirs done. One of our East colleagues had it done specifically for medicinal purposes and confirmed the magic, migraine-healing properties, so we figured we had nothing to lose and all booked Tuesday afternoon off to go and get it done.

My migraines have been getting worse lately - more frequent and occasionally more intense, and painkillers do nothing to relieve them. £30 for a daith piercing seemed a small price to pay if it actually worked.

You're supposed to pierce the side where you get migraines; mine tend to occur on both sides (when I get a three-day migraine they start on one side and migrate to the other by the third day) but I went for my left ear as on Saturday I had a bit of a migraine on that side.

This will sound crazy, but about an hour after getting it done it felt as though there was less pressure in the left side of my head. I hadn't even noticed there was pressure at all until it was gone. The ultimate litmus test, I guess, was actually the day after (yesterday) as we had to attend a funeral (Lynn, Andrea's [Paul's sister-in-law] mother, a lovely lady who we last saw at Christmas). This was an understandably stressful and upsetting day (we were both fine until we saw Andrea in pieces and that set us both off; she's one of the strongest people I know and it was awful seeing her so broken), though for me my reasons for being upset were somewhat more selfish: basically, I miss my mum. Obviously, I have come to terms with the emigration, but sometimes it just hits me like a punch in the face.

(It's also likely I've become That Person who cries at funerals. And weddings.)

(Also, the wake was lovely - the family pulled the stops out to cater for everyone and I think Lynn would have been proud of their bravery and resilience. Unfortunately, I ran out of spoons pretty rapidly because Paul's dad (Brian) is hard work at the best of times, and it didn't help that his opening comment was regarding the piano - he and his other half had given Noel and Helen a lift to the funeral and she'd told him that they wanted to decorate the room where she's kindly storing the piano for me, so Brian's first comment was that we had to move it or it would be "going on the scrap heap". Admittedly, he isn't aware of all the drama surrounding the piano issue, but I'm sure Helen would have asked about it in a more subtle / less dickish way. Brian is also hard work when he's drunk and I decided it might be best to leave before I got snappy and upset someone, as the spoons deficit had obliterated all my social niceties.)

Anyway, even though the stress did cause a migraine, it was interestingly only constrained to the right side of my head, and on getting home later I took a Naproxen which was actually effective (on its own, without the addition of paracetemol) at easing the pain.

Clearly, it's too soon to say if the daith piercing has been a success, but the evidence so far is promising. I had a feeling I would need to get both sides done because of how my migraines manifest, so I'll leave it a couple of months and see what happens, then probably get the other ear done as well.

If this improves my quality of life even a little bit, I'll call it £30 well spent - and one less health issue to worry about whilst I resolve my mystery kidney problem.

Anyway, I think that's about everything.
teylaminh: (Random - Oblivion wheels)
Finally Christmass'd up my LJ (after having to search for the customisation page because they've hidden the setting apparently) in a bid to remind myself that the event is only ten days away and I should probably start caring at some point. :P

I think we're nearly sorted but I suspect it's a reaction to the year prior that I'm just not feeling it at all and just want the whole thing to be over. I am skint until payday and everything international is going to be late, particularly as I had to buy a new hole punch and haven't yet found out which box my blank CD's ended up in - and at present can't really afford to restock either.

Also I have no time off until January because of short-staffing so I'm basically shattered.

I should probably do a work post at some point but quite frankly, recounting it in bitesize rants on Twitter has been enough already - suffice it to say that team morale is at an all-time low and we are under intense scrutiny for no seemingly obvious reason. I'm toying with getting my CV up to date after Christmas with a view to looking elsewhere - not because I dislike the job but because it's becoming impossible to actually DO my job because senior management keep interfering in things they don't understand and making stupid decisions that impact on everyone.

(I suspect there is an element of said senior managers attempting to prove that they're useful because they're panicking about the impending Children's Trust and what that might imply - i.e. that they are indeed pointless and not needed - but that doesn't help anyone in the meantime.)

I also have several bits of health-related admin to sort out before the new year, and I will do a proper update once I am a bit clearer what's going on.

So yeah. Have a Christmas and hopefully we can all survive until 2017.
teylaminh: (Random - Garbo)
I am conscious that my last entry was bemoaning our house situation back in May, so I should probably update on that. (It's just as well I wasn't doing regular posting actually because the level of angst would have been through the roof.)

I also need to update about my health - both physical and mental - as although much of the emotional fall-out has been obvious from Twitter, nonetheless I think now is a good time to finally regroup and consider just how much of an impact this whole thing has had. I have been incredibly conscious of my own emotional well-being over the past year and a half as a result of the ongoing chronic health issues, which is probably a good thing because being able to reflect on things afterwards is really helpful in seeing that things have improved.

Anyway. First things first. I need to make a new Google Earth home icon.

House Situation Update )

Yeah, I probably should have updated some of this along the way, but TBH I was not really in the correct mindset to do so and it would not have been quite this objective... Such being said, onward to the health update.

Health Update )

I'm fairly certain I must have missed something out in all of this, but this is quite long enough already.

Now that things are calmer, I need to start prioritising my cinema viewing as there are at least four things on the list, including the new Tim Burton - that one is non-negotiable even if I don't get to any of the others. :P

I'll try not to leave it so long between updates next time. With any luck I can get back into embroidery soon.
teylaminh: (Buffy - sanity)
Doubtless the next entry I do will be the traditional new year meme, if I can even remember that far back. :P In the meantime, here is something resembling an update, so I can at least use a Christmas icon whilst it's still the season.

Cut for Length, Probably )

Well, at least it's nearly Christmas. I am actually not working on Christmas Eve for the first time in ages, in for two days, off New Year's Eve and then returning on 11th January. I need about six months off, mind you. :P

All of my good intentions of being organised were scuppered by work being poo, and having no energy. I started out quite well and then it all kind of collapsed. Still, cards are made if not written, I have my concert on Saturday, will do my post run on Monday.

Maybe this time next year I will be healthier and slightly less poor.

Over and out, and Merry Christmas.
teylaminh: (Buffy - sanity)
This is long-overdue, as ever...

Health )

Family Stuff )

And finally...

Work Stuff )

Right, I think that about covers it. I keep promising to update more often and that always turns out to be a lie, so... I will endeavour to update before Christmas. At the very least, I still haven't posted the latest embroidery updates. :P
teylaminh: (Retro - period)
Okay, so on 24th July I finally went into hospital for my "urethral dilation" procedure and cystoscopy.

Cut for the Squeamish )

And that's that. Back at work now. I'm still feeling tired but not quite as tired, so maybe there's already an improvement in that area. It's August next week so I'm going to attempt to get back into swimming and healthy eating, and weekly weigh-ins on the machine at work, before I start back at the gym hopefully in September.

Oh, yes - and tonight Paul and I are going to pick up a cat we're adopting from someone at my office. He comes to us as Leo but I think we're sticking to tradition and calling him Mungojerry. Watch this space for inevitable cat!picspam. ;)

Also I will actually bloody well finish the third page of my embroidery soon and post the latest batch of photographs. I'm literally filling in the black again and it's really tedious, plus the drop in temperature lately has not helped, and nor has been physically and mentally exhausted. Soon, though. Soon.
teylaminh: (Random - Cutlery)
Trying to stick to the Updating At Least Once A Month rule.

Easter Weekend )

In health news, I have another kidney infection, and I'm still waiting on my hospital appointment. They're not as regular as they were prior to November but I suspect that's merely because I've gotten used to them and my pain threshold is through the roof. (Except for when the kidney decides to give me a kicking, of course; I am convinced Naproxen is magic.)

Nothing much else to say. I have a week off next week as it's our anniversary on the Thursday (ten years!) and even though we were hoping to get away somewhere, it's simply not possible, so instead we have a vague plan of having a day of haircuts and new tattoos. In my case this will hopefully be my long-overdue ouroborous / lightning bolt combination if I can throw a design together by then.

Also, if my hospital appointment comes through prior to the summer then we can always try to get a late deal for September, assuming we manage not to spend the money in the savings account by then. :P (At this rate I'll be happy to get some kind of result this year; as of the end of next month I'll have been plagued by kidney infections for a whole year.)

I am determined to get back to the gym some point this month; I'd like to think I'll manage it whilst I'm off but in all likelihood that won't happen, though I will definitely attempt to go swimming up the road at the very least. There's simply no excuse when it's only 5 minutes away. :P

Anyway. Next entry will be an embroidery update, and then hopefully tattoo pictures. :)
teylaminh: (JC - Jonathan - facepalm)
This will quite a quick one of very little substance; I will probably not update properly until after Christmas, because (a) things are starting to get busy now, and (b) at some point I still need to send [personal profile] commoncomitatus an offloady email, and I'd rather not attempt to do anything of more substance here because it may well turn into a rant. :P

Anyway, without further ado:-

Pic 17/?? )

Oh, I do just need to update about one thing: I was supposed to go to hospital for my urology appointment on Monday (1st December) but I accidentally went to the wrong hospital. As everything else so far had been at City, that's where I presumed the appointment was - despite reading the letter several times which informed me it was in fact at Sandwell General.

I actually got there 45 minutes early (though technically only half-an-hour as I was supposed to arrive 15 minutes early in any event) but as it was rush hour, even if I'd gotten a taxi I wouldn't have made it all the way to West Bromwich in time for the appointment, so I had to call and cancel it and am now awaiting another appointment. Hopefully it won't take as long to process as it'll already be in the system, but then again...

So yeah, I am an idiot. This came after two different incidents of my being an idiot on Friday afternoon as well (I had to leave work early to accompany Paul to the dentist to finally get his tooth extracted), whereby I bought ten 25-watt bulbs instead of 40-watt - though that was partially because the hardward shop from which I bought them has no logic whatsoever to how it stocks things on shelves - and then bought myself a baguette from Greggs only to leave it on the counter.

I blame either the painkillers, or just the pain. Even low-level for the most part, it's starting to fry my brain as well as my energy now. Meh.

That's all for now.
teylaminh: (Default)
Okay, so here's an update on the past month or so...

Brief Holiday to Brighton )

So, that was Brighton. There are some pictures on Facebook here.

Whilst I was away, I didn't drink very much - about two bottles of cider and half a bottle of wine. I'd fought off a kidney infection shortly before going so I thought I'd be okay, but that transpired not to be the case as within a couple of weeks it had come back again. You may recall at the end of my last big update I mentioned my last GP appointment before then, when I'd asked for a referral to the hospital and the locum refused...

Here's what happened next... )

I am firmly of the belief that my body / brain knows best about when I need time off work; after a fortnight off I was still shattered, so quite obviously needed more downtime. A month and a half is pushing it though! Also, I am still knackered, but that's down to not sleeping rather than anything else; getting back into a routine will be good. I've sworn that once I'm finally clear of this nonsense I will get back on track with healthy eating and exercise, as this ongoing bout of ill health has scuppered my gym attendance and swimming.

And finally... choir. )

So, there we go. You'd think, with being off work for so long, I'd have something to show for myself; all I've managed to achieve is completing Tomb Raider on PS3, playing through Enslaved, and making a start on watching The Nanny on YouTube. I did manage to finish my POTO fic, though, so that's something. :)
teylaminh: (Retro - period)
Here's a bit of an update. And by a bit, I mean a lot, though much of it has no substance. (Also, I am no longer on my period, but I rarely get to use this icon...)

Looks like the summer is officially over. Britain has once again done its usual trick of going from one extreme to the other; I've been freezing for the past two weeks but steadfastly refusing to put the heating on because it's frelling August, not that you'd believe it from the temperatures lately. (Having said that, today it seems to have brightened up a bit...)

Earlier this month I googled to find out when the Birmingham International Food Fair would be taking place this year, then misread a whole bunch of anomalous results about last year's dates and thought they were for 2014. This resulted in us (Paul, my mum, David and I) going into town on Sunday to enjoy said Food Fair, only to arrive at the usually designated area and become utterly confused.

Thankfully there was stil a load of free entertainment happening around Southside (by the Hippodrome / Arcadian) so we sat and enjoyed that instead, but TBH I was mostly pre-menstrual and felt rubbish about my failure to read properly. It seems to be the case that the International Food Fair isn't on this year at all, which is a shame as it's always really popular despite BCC's complete failure to advertise it. My inner cynic suspects it may never come back now; it's often hailed as being the "sister market" to the Frankfurt Christmas Market, but I've always got the impression that BCC grudgingly allowed it to happen and weren't that invested in it. (Whereas the stupid Christmas market will be advertised several months in advance and doubtless get EVEN BIGGER now that space at the front of the library has opened up.)

My PMT came to a head with a godawful migraine on the Sunday, which I think was partially caused by having to squint in the sunlight. We had been planning on eating at the Food Fair so instead ended up going to Big Wok (or getting a baguette, in Paul's case, as on the evening he went off to help Darren with his Two Towers beer festival). Big Wok was nice enough, but I'd been looking forward to the lovely French food. :( On the plus side, we couldn't really afford the Food Fair so we did at least save ourselves some money... but then, we couldn't afford to go last year either, and if it's never coming back I've missed my last opportunity now to get some lovely cheeses and whatnot. Best. Gruyere. Ever.

My PMT also (AGAIN) ruined my enjoyment of seeing Wicked for Lorna's birthday at the Hippodrome on 21st August. It didn't particularly help that we were at the subtitled version, as that just kept distracting me out of the action on stage. Nevertheless, here is something resembling a review.

Thoughts on Wicked. )

On Monday, thanks to period pains and awful weather, I did absolutely bugger all except sit on the laptop all day.

Except for this... )

Anyway. On Tuesday we are going to Brighton, staying for two nights and returning via London with an eight-hour stopover, as it's been far too long since we had a good old wander abaht. With any luck the weather will clear up by then...

Also: I still have this sodding UTI or whatever it is. Just finished my two-week course of antibiotics and it's still hanging around - after a brief period where I thought it had gone away - so I think I might just take myself to A&E this weekend as I suspect the GP will still not actually do anything about it. I could go after we get back from Brighton but I don't want my entire fortnight of leave to be a write-off of trying to sort out health problems.

Just realised I forgot to recount the GP fail from my last visit... )

I'm struggling to remember any point this year where I've actually been healthy. :(

That was a bit of a moan again. It doesn't help that work is a massive ball of stress at the moment due to continued breakdowns in communication; last week I likened it to our team being under an umbrella in a rainstorm of information, i.e. nothing actually gets through to us. Things change literally week on week (sometimes day on day) and everything we do know is through hearsay. It's frustrating and disheartening, and every single day is a battle of not understanding, not being able to help people and not knowing where we stand. But at least everyone is similarly afflicted, and it's not just me. :P

Hopefully next time I update it will be with something more positive, i.e. a Brighton write-up.
teylaminh: (Erik - blank)
I sent off the job thingy this morning, after going through pros and cons this weekend of both my current job and the Legal Assistant one. I have nothing to lose by trying. Having an interview and then thinking about whether or not to accept it is not really an option because of the tight timescales (interviews will be tomorrow, with the person starting on Wednesday), but we'll see what happens.

If it hadn't been for having to email the expression of interest this morning, I wouldn't even be in today, as my back is in pieces. I have no idea why, seeing as I didn't do anything this weekend which might have aggravated it. Friday was spent on the sofa, as was Saturday, and all we did yesterday was hang some pictures to clear a shelf in the bedroom - and even then, Paul did most of the hammering and climbing on chairs. All I can think is that the decision to actually go for the job was a de-stress reaction, as my back does tend to flare up as a result of things like that. But yeah, it suddenly started hurting yesterday about 2.00pm, co-codamol is doing nothing, and I might well go home at lunchtime and lie on the sofa with my wheat-bag again. I was tempted to take Valerian last night... might try that tonight and see what happens. I can't afford to be off sick tomorrow either given there may be an interview happening - hopefully it won't clash with Caroline's maternity leaving lunch as that would be irritating... especially since, you know, if I get this job Tuesday will be my last day sitting with South Team.

Er, yeah, anyway, I will stop projecting possible outcomes. In other news, I had yet another POTO story idea this morning. I blame listening to the Crawford/Streisand "Music of the Night" duet on my MP3 player mostly for this, although frankly it could be the painkillers. :P

Cut because you're not interested in any more of these insane concepts, I'm sure. )

It would have been nice if all these story ideas could have come in a slow trickle rather than hurling themselves into my brain like bloody lemmings. :P

In other other news, now that I've reached the end of my PDR year, GodSquad has taken back the job of tidying up the IKEN contacts. She's just sent an email saying she's going to try and get rid of the duplicated addresses. HAHAHAHA good luck with that. If I didn't have time to do that then I'd love to know why she does, considering the reason I took the job off her in the first place was because she didn't have time!!

In any case, her email is a stark reminder of why I was job-hunting in the first place. So, thanks for reassuring my decision, GodSquad. :P
teylaminh: (SB - Norma - broken)
Given last week was an absolute nightmare and horribly stressful for no seemingly obvious reason except other people being inconsiderate/stupid/both, I should not be at all surprised by any of the following:-

  1. On Friday I was supposed to go to the gym before meeting Lloyd at the pub. Instead I pootled around the shops (in fact, I didn't even bother taking my kit into work) and bought some books and tea towels and bed linen (from the Works and Primark respectively). I then only intended to have a couple of drinks but instead put my diet on hold by having steak-and-scampi with chips, and we got home at midnight.

  2. On Saturday I finally got up at midday, having slept for about 12 hours.

  3. On Sunday, as an upshot of both the stress and the oversleeping, I suffered a ridiculously persistent migraine which would not go away even after two separate doses of Migraleve, ended up having an afternoon nap and was basically useless all day. Although we did watch Pirates 4 in the evening, so that was okay.

  4. My chin has erupted in spots despite me trying to fight them off with Sudocrem for the past week (obviously I was too tired to bother towards the end of the week); I can only imagine there will be finger-peeling to follow shortly, which is my usual stress reaction even though it's delayed by a couple of days.

  5. As a result of the migraine and Paul having come down with another cold, we also did not go swimming on Sunday morning. All fitness activity - and any other activity, for that matter - has been scuppered by work being a pain in the arse. This is not what I call a work/life balance.

So, hopefully back on track this week. Gym on Monday and Thursday and swimming on Sunday for the foreseeable.

Still need to book a holiday in April and September; for the former it looks like we're going to wait for a late deal on a different website but they don't go that far ahead just yet, and we should probably decide where we want to go in September. Apparently our definition of a 'holiday' differs by several degrees of activity, so this may be quite difficult. :P

Anyway, tonight I will try and be at least vaguely productive, assuming the gym doesn't kill me, and hopefully this week will not be so horrendously irritating. Noor is back from leave on Thursday, thankfully, so doubtless I will be regaling her with horror stories. Today has mostly been about various WPO fail (from not bothering to find information for themselves to spelling / context mistakes ["ceiling" vs. "sealing", for example]) and sorting out the precedent stuff left over from Thursday's workflow group. And also the printer being weird and me being a technical genius. :P

Over and out.
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
Hm, I did the new year meme but forgot to actually update about what Paul and I did during our week off. In truth, most of it was spent sleeping and watching television...

Week Off )

Back to the daily grind today. I wore my new coat this morning. Its long black floatiness makes me feel EMPOWERED. I'd forgotten that feeling of new-coat-joy. :)
teylaminh: (MH - Christmas - Yvette)
Just a quick entry to update on Christmassy type things...

So, despite not working Christmas Eve for the first time in ages, I was still knackered by the time we got to the pub, and didn't manage to achieve half the tidying up I wanted to do either. Of course, it didn't really help that on Friday I managed to catch whatever Paul has had for the past week or so, and have been coughing my lungs up ever since. (Yesterday and today it's turned into a cold and I didn't want to get up this morning. SO TIRED.)

I'm getting ahead of myself a bit, actually... Cut. )

I'm now back at work until Friday, alas. Thankfully there is actually plenty of work to do, as there was some left over from last week. This morning I slept through all of my alarms and didn't want to get up, though I'm waking up a bit now... Just trying to get through today and tomorrow now.

Oh, except I can't do the Carmina Burana concert on Friday as I can hardly talk right now and don't want to attempt singing when I've been coughing for nearly a week. I'm hoping now it's turned into a cold it might work its way out of my system, if not I'll have to go to the GP for some antibiotics... meh. I thought killing off a three-day cold in early December was too good to be true. :P
teylaminh: (Christine - I can't escape)
There is literally nothing to do today. There's barely anyone in from South Team and no typing coming from anywhere else either.

I am semi-seriously job hunting lately, though unable to do so at work because our internet is failing to load 90% of pages these days (we're still stuck with IE6, for God's sake). Rambly ramble )

Oh, I'll do a health update whilst I'm here. It turns out I wasn't off with gastro-enteritis, but yer actual food poisoning - campyllobactyl or something like that. I had a letter off Sandwell Environmental Health over the weekend. I didn't actually ascertain how I would get my test results as the surgery didn't advise me, and I meant to go in to find out - so now I don't have to. Seeing as the chippy around the corner - where I had the somewhat dodgy chicken kebab that caused the said food poisoning - is normally really good, I'll let it slide as a one-off. I think the fact that I was already exhausted and run down probably made things worse than they should have been.

Now I just have to contend with the fact that my arse still hurts from when I fell. I'll give it a few more days and then probably go to the GP in case my tailbone is broken. I don't think there's anything they can do about it except give me a special cushion but sitting down all day at work is becoming quite painful. :( Especially when there's nothing to do and no chance to get out of my bloody chair...

Anyway, it's now lunchtime. Over and out.
teylaminh: (JC - Jonathan - eww)
Just a quick update to say that I am still breathing (just), but have been AWOL thanks to going off sick from work for a fortnight with gastric flu or something similar... Essentially, I was already feeling horribly run down on the Friday (28th October) and then thanks to a dodgy takeaway managed to give myself food poisoning, which saw an opening in my already knackered immune system and pounced. I actually only anticipated being off for a week, but it came back for a second round over the weekend.

To top that off, once I'd finally recovered from the gastro-enteritis, on Thursday (10th November), I slipped on a wet patch of floor whilst doing the washing up and fell flat on my arse, horribly winding myself and catching my arm on the cupboard door on the way down. I now have a lovely bruise and a very sore tailbone (I've had to bring a cushion into work as my chair is rubbish at the best of times)...

On the plus side, thanks to not eating anything / not keeping anything down for more than five minutes, I have managed to lose about half a stone. :P Unfortunately, I have also lost two Christmas shopping weeks in which I would ordinarily have bought wrapping paper, cards, tags, etc., and gym attendance is on hold until the new year because I'm insanely busy from now until January.

Also, in order to actually afford Christmas this year (the trip to Paris ate all our savings and most of my spare cash, and my salary increase back-payment got mostly eaten by tax/NI/pension), I have had to get a loan from the bank. The APR wasn't too bad in the end (and cheaper than they offered Paul), but the plan now is to use most of it to pay off the credit card and save the rest. We will both be paying it off, and in any case the repayments are less than the minimum payments on the credit card since they jacked the APR on that from 11.9% to 19.9%! Anyway, we can now use the credit card to pay for Christmas (presents/food) and have a bit more spare cash, and my account will be out of the red again at least.

I very much like online banking - none of that hassle of actually talking to someone and the loan was sorted in five minutes.

Oh, in other news, on Saturday we had the traditional fireworks-for-Paul's-mum's-birthday at our house because our garden is mahoosive, except we didn't manage to build a bonfire. We got a huge box of fireworks (by the skin of our teeth as the bloke at the shop was actually closing up on Saturday) for £40 and there are still some left for New Year's Eve. :D Paul was going to smash up the garden table on the patio that we thought was broken, except it turns out not to be broken at all, just requiring some bolts to assemble it. That will now save us some money as we only have to buy chairs for the summer... Paul also discovered a trampoline behind the shed!! If it's still in good condition then I'm totally using it. :D

Fireworks were quite fun; David got very excited about it and volunteered to light nearly all of them. Jade and Louis decided to buy a bottle of Cactus Jack's apple sour stuff (after three shots it tastes disgusting), and Patrick got to light his first firework with his uncle Paul. At one point David and Louis became Dangerous Dickenson and his Fearless Assistant, which was quite amusing. Less amusing were the failing rockets and the catherine wheel which decided to fall off the shed and chase us, but it's become a tradition to have some life-threatening danger...

I haven't been at choir for two weeks (and had to miss the 90th birthday concert thanks to sickenss) and because we're now doing entirely new stuff it feels like I've been off for months. Weird. Anyway, time to get organised and into Christmas mode now.


Jun. 7th, 2011 12:18 pm
teylaminh: (WIW - Marian)
Okay. I really want to talk about last night's episode, mainly because I was flailing too much at the time... This will contain SPOILERS.

Curse you, Sue. )

Unfortunately, it left me so emotionally drained that I didn't get any fic done last night, aside from a few lines when in bed of the Angstfic. I really need to start typing that up and turning it into proper words...

However, I did start another episode tag at work yesterday for "The Eyes of Tiresias", which in my head-canon comes before "The Curious Tale of Mr Spearfish" and henceforth that is the actual episode order. :P (I reject your chronology and substitute my own.) I need to change a couple of aspects but I think it should work as a good grounding for the Theory, in line with the "Black Canary" tag. Hopefully I can get that finished today.

I really want to re-read [livejournal.com profile] redux_08 again (the PotC:AWE rewrite) but am holding off until I get some of the JC fic out of my system, as I don't want to jinx it when I've made so much progress. I was intending to undertake the Redux after I'd had a Pirates marathon, but in capping for the Fandom Meme I essentially... already did that, albeit at 20x speed. ;) And anyway, it's a retelling of AWE so technically I don't need to watch that one, and I caught Dead Man's Chest on BBC2 shortly before seeing On Stranger Tides...

In other news, the house hasn't disappeared off the website yet (from either agent), but Paul did receive a call yesterday from Tom Giles & Co (who were initially letting it) to ask if we were still interested. He politely fobbed them off by saying it was too far out for us (heh!). Either we looked really interested (they didn't follow up at all on the Abbey Road property two weeks ago) or the landlord has told them he's let it through someone else and they're chasing everyone to find out who screwed them over. ;) I'm sure they can't trace it back to us in any event but yeah. I'm hoping our tactical moves haven't caused undue problems. I'll be glad when the credit checks are all done and dusted and we have proper confirmation that we can move in, as currently we're kind of in limbo...

At the end of the day, though, the landlord has said we can have it and, well, he has the final word, and chose to let it through someone else in the first place. Plus I trust Connells, a nationwide company, more than I trust an individual business in Oldbury who dither too long about their properties. Sorry, TG&Co.

Er, yeah. Anyway. I'm a bit out of sorts today as I'm sans-caffeine, thanks to another possible kidney infection from too much coffee and relief from house!stress, so I'm on the water again. I ate a tonne of dried cranberries last night so with any luck I can fight it off by the end of the week...
teylaminh: (JC - cockroach OTP - J/M)
I turned the three-day Bank Holiday weekend into four days by having Friday off. Initially we were meant to use this day for house-viewings but only managed to get one in, on the Saturday. Instead I used Friday to have a much-needed lie-in, and we didn't do anything except go out for a very nice curry at Pangaea in the evening.

House viewing )

After that we went home via town, realising on the way there that it was Pride weekend. We had some breakfast in the Briar (having left too early to have any before), where we ran into Abi and Anna (ex-Inliners), who were fuelling up for the parade. Unfortunately I have been too knackered to enjoy Pride in about four years so we decided against it, instead popping into the Works (picked up a new recipe book, containing useful information on how long to freeze stuff, and some presents for a one-year old), and then into GameStation (three Wii games obtained - Wii Music, Super Paper Mario and a Star Wars game for Paul).

I spent the rest of Saturday catching up on EastEnders and watching How to Train Your Dragon, which was quite good, whilst Paul was out for Jon's birthday drinks at the Yardbird (I wasn't in the mood for a loud pub or going out again).

On Sunday we went to Jen and Dave's for Acacia's first birthday bash. We had bought her a harmonica (well, that was more for Dave) and a duck hand-puppet that quacked three different tunes (Frere Jacques, London Bridge and Old MacDonald, if I remember rightly). It took Paul and I at least an hour to figure out that the different 'notes' the duck quacked were not random; shamefully, Dave figured it out in about three seconds. :P

I had taken an antihistamine before going to Jen and Dave's because they have cats, except I foolishly bought Sainsbury's own the last time because they were half the price of Benadryl for twice as many tablets, and only realised they weren't non-drowsy about half an hour later. Thankfully the party didn't last too long and we were back home again by about 3.00. I pottered about online for an hour or so and then joined Paul in a two-hour nap.

Oh, I forgot to mention - our oven is broken again. As a first attempt Paul stuck down the bottom lip of the seal again in the hope that would help, as it appeared to be not heating up and circulating cold air, but after a quick Google search it transpires it's the heating element that's broken. It is actually very easy to replace oneself if the oven is set up in such a way as to be able to unscrew it by just taking the back wall of the cavity off, except (of course) with ours you have to go in from behind, which means disconnecting the electrics. So that'll have to be a call-out job (found somewhere online which will do it for about £120 all in, which is cheaper than a new cooker). Thankfully the grill acts as an oven also, so we've had to use that. As a result, however, we ended up ordering pizza on Sunday night.

I can pretty much guarantee that once we've fixed the oven, the next thing to die will be our fridge. The door seal is not looking healthy as it is, and this flat seems content to drive me mad before we get a chance to move. :P

Fandom-Filled Monday )

Back at work today and it's a long time until my next leave. Once Paul's leave year refreshes in July I need to book my time off in September for a holiday, but I will probably need a day or two before then in any case... No choir tonight as it was a bank holiday yesterday and also half-term this week, so we're going to the gym instead, with our last personal training session tomorrow. Or, well, we're going to ask if we can drop to an hour per fortnight for a bit as £80 per month (£40 each) is more manageable than £160...

Ah, and it's now midday so I can post this. Huzzah.

PS: It has just occurred to me that I could use the Wayback Machine to retrieve my old Brinkster site, possibly. Hmmm. *scratches imaginary beard*
teylaminh: (Cabaret - Maybe This Time)
Bit of an update, as it's quiet today...

Includes: gym membership, house-hunting, mental health and wimmins - you have been warned. )

Okaaay, I do believe that's everything.

Whilst I'm outside of the LJ-cut I'll mention that my choir is doing Carmina Burana this Saturday at Symphony Hall (along with The Pines of Rome) at 7.30pm, if anyone is interested. I think tickets are about £16 or so. Paul is booking tickets shortly so let me know...

Also: YAY PIRATES 4!!! Hopefully seeing it at IMAX very soon so I shall review ASAP. (Why, hello, 60-ft-3D-Pirate!Depp... *drools)

Over and out.
teylaminh: (Cabaret - Maybe This Time)
I don't think I've updated since lamenting the expensiveness of trying to rent a house, but as the position is now somewhat clearer and less jinxable, I can update on matters as they stand currently.

Things Are Occurring... )

Anyway, that's all that's going on at the moment. I will obviously update more as house-viewing progresses. Also, this time we WILL have a house-warming party, as last time we never really got unpacked enough to manage it. ;)


Mar. 22nd, 2011 12:24 pm
teylaminh: (Photo - Wheel)
Today is ridiculous. We are a couple of days behind on work thanks to my doing police tapes on Friday (which I already mentioned) and obviously, as a result of that, everyone is making everything urgent so they'll get it back quicker, which is impacting on the non-urgent work, which is now not going anywhere. Considering I've done five urgents in a row this morning, I am now taking a bit of a break to see if anyone else will step in...

In other news: Possibly TMI )

Over the course of typing that I ended up doing a sixth urgent. Now it's nearly midday so I'll be trying to catch up on the backlog whilst everyone else goes to lunch. And Winscribe has just alerted me that there's another urgent in the system. Bloody hell.

Anyway, nothing much else to report...
teylaminh: (Spuffy - numb)
Mrrg. Slept on sofa last night as Paul was snoring. Annoyingly enough, it wasn't even that loud, just badly-timed. Whenever I was about to nod off, he would start snoring again. Eventually I got bored of poking him and went to sleep in the lounge, which I think was around 1.00am. When my alarm went off this morning at 7.00 (after I'd already woken up a couple of times in the night) I gave myself an extra hour in bed. At 7.30 (second alarm) I went back to the actual bed. I think the mattress on the bed/sofa is on the way out, to be honest. It used to be really comfy but not so much now...

On the plus side, last night I was terribly organised and made sandwiches for work. I bought myself one of those cool bags to put my lunch in, as the fridges are work are always full of milk or people's groceries (and have a tendency to be thieved from). So for lunch today I have tuna sandwiches (on brown bread, with light mayonnaise), a yogurt and a smoothie. I do like smoothies, but they make my kitchen look like a murder scene. I'm not entirely sure how the smoothie will have held out, actually; I tend to use frozen fruit because (a) it's cheaper, (b) it doesn't go off when I forget to eat it and (c) it gives a lovely Slush Puppy type texture. I usually drink them straight away and this one will have been sat (admittedly in the fridge) for a few hours, so I'll probably have to shake it...

I think I forgot to mention, on Saturday we tried out the new slow cooker for the first time, making "Chicken with Chorizo and Beans", which was lovely. With preparation (pre-frying stuff) it took about six hours. There is loads of spinach left over so I'm going to find a sag aloo recipe this week. I have a book of 1000 Indian recipes and sag aloo is not in there (but chicken tikka masala is!!) Unfortunately Pret have stopped doing their delicious sag aloo soup.

If I'm rambling, it's because I'm so tired. I've had some coffee but it started to make me feel sick so I stopped drinking it, and now I'm filling myself full of water in an effort to rehydrate my brain. I brought my choir stuff with me today but I think I might give it a miss; when I'm over-tired the weekly struggle to keep up just upsets and infuriates me, and I'm not in the mood for that today.

Meh. I think I'll post this before it gets even longer. Most pointless entry ever? Yes, I do believe it is.
teylaminh: (Daffyd - Wide Eyes)
That ^ is the mood I am in today. My body did its usual trick of giving me migraines on both days of the weekend, only to miraculously make them go away on Monday morning. Actually, Saturday's wasn't too bad and didn't kick in until the afternoon (after we'd got back from shopping), and Sunday's kicked in mid-morning, went away with Migraleve and then came back in the evening, which I think is because I ended up having a snooze whilst watching The Simpsons...

I took the Yellow Tablets last night before going to bed in an attempt to fend off Migraine Mark II. I don't feel as tired as I have done in a while, but I think that's because taking painkillers before bed tends to lead to a somewhat better quality of sleep, Still did not want to get up this morning, though.

I will be SO GLAD when January is over.

Technology is Stupid )

Paul and I were meant to visit The Gym for an induction / introduction on Saturday. We put it on the calendar and everything. But we were both absolutely knackered and didn't bother. I now have some new scales, thanks to my mum getting me some from the Argos in Merry Hill (seriously, does every Argos in Birmingham only stock one of everything?), which are both pretty and more accurate than my previous ones. It's payday tomorrow so Paul and I are going to Matalan as he needs more work shirts and I need gym-type clothing, a sports bra and some proper supportive trainers. I was going to get some from Deichmann (they had Nikes for £30) but it's apparently closed for refurbishment. What with January thus far conspiring against me in one way or another, it's probably for the best if I leave gym membership until February...

Nothing to do here today, can you tell? )

Anyway, despite today being boring, the morning has gone surprisingly quickly, so I shall post this and wait out the next half an hour until lunchtime...
teylaminh: (Edward - cookie heart)
I made this last night because I couldn't decide what else to do and didn't fancy a(nother) roast dinner. I'm roast dinnered out after Christmas.

Recipe: Pork Loin and Mustard En Croute )

So, this morning Winscribe wasn't working. It came back at around 10.15, and then at 12.45 we were informed that IKEN was going to be out of action for the remainder of the day. Also apparently Winscribe, though that seems to be working. Hence the random recipe entry because I is bored. The WPO's have watched one of the Clericals doing scanning (I believe the technical term is "shadowing" :P) but we only have one scanner set up for this particular scanning task so it's not like we can actually help right now, and the second part of the process requires IKEN anyway. So I'm going at 3.30.

Edit, 15.45...

Okay, shortly after stating that, OBVIOUSLY, it all started working again, so I'm staying til a bit later... I could do with staying until at least 5.00 every day this week to try and build some flex, but it's not happening today.

I went out to buy some Migraleve at lunchtime as I had a bit of a light-sensitive headache and some vague nausea. For future reference, the city centre Boots actually sells the pink-only tablets; in fact they'd run out of the pink-and-yellow ones, where in all other places it's usually vice versa.

Migraleve are bloody miraculous things. Whatever the active ingredient is, it seems to work. Unfortunately, they do occasionally make me drowsy/sleepy, and today is one of those occasions. As much as I would like to stay late (or would if there was more work to do), I think I need to go home and have a nap instead.

In other news, season 2 of Glee starts tonight. WOO! I've heard some exciting things about this series and given my slightly questionable mental state over the past few months, I could really do with some way of venting, and Glee has made my cry more often than any other show I've seen. It was reaching a point of being almost every other episode last season. It's also the only other show on record, apart from Farscape, to take me from one end of the emotioanl spectrum to the other in five seconds flat...

Oh yes, Paul and I also made a start on Firefly last night, as it's only a short series. Finally I know where that line is that people keep quoting: "Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!" Actually, I probably should have guessed that was a Joss-ism. We've watched the first two episodes thus far... Firefly ramblings... )

Yes. I'm meant to update LJ more so I need to start talking more about my various TV viewing. Paul and I have several marathons ahead, so it seems only right. I also need to kick-start my X-Files rewatch and start talking about that some more. I'm not quite sure whether to start where I left off (last two episodes of season 7) or start again. I intended to start again anyway once I'd finished, but I know there's some bloody brilliant episodes to come and I should probably get through the rest before I restart.

And since it's taken me so long to actually post this tonight, I might as well mention some Glee stuff now that I've seen the first episode. Glee stuff )

And that'll do.
teylaminh: (Photo - Atget mouth door)
Okay, self. You and I are going to have a little chat.

We are three stone overweight and have put on a dress size over the past few months. We have been saying for years that we need to lose the weight, do some more exercise and be happier within ourselves. We have made a few well-meaning attempts that have fallen apart for a variety of external reasons, but let's be honest: the rest are just excuses.

We're basically lazy. And unmotivated. We lack the basic ability to get off our collective backside and do something about it.

So, listen up, self. This weekend we are going to take ourselves into Birmingham and investigate the low-cost new gym that's opened up. We're going to pay the monthly fee and we're going to bloody well start attending.

No arguments. I'm the boss of us and my word is law.

We just need to work together and motivate each other to stick at it, and eventually the benefits will appear.

Okay, self? Got it? Good.


Er, yes. Not sure if giving myself a motivational speech will actually help, but it makes me feel more assertive.

Cut for length / body image issues / general TMI... )

If I do not go to the gym and am still moaning about my weight in six months' time, absolutely everyone I know is entitled to tell me to STFU.

teylaminh: (MH - little boy lost)
I know that writing off a year before it's properly begun is generally a bad idea. But seriously, 2011, you need to start bucking your ideas up already.

Eni, when you said you wanted me to update more often, I'm fairly sure you didn't want daily rants. :P

Choir Rant )

It's especially annoying because there are a couple of old choir-type friends on Facebook who I'd like to invite to the open rehearsal next week, but I've already moaned about this in a status update and that would look a bit weird, to have complained about it in one breath and recommended it in another. Besides which, anyone who does turn up to the open rehearsal next week is not guaranteed to remain in their chosen part if they do pass their audition!

I am also annoyed that my 'cheaper option' for my latest glasses prescription actually isn't cheaper. SpecSavers are now charging a £39 "reglazing" fee (i.e. putting new lenses in old frames) on top of the cost of the lenses. Which makes their reduction on said lenses completely bloody pointless, as it still cost me £79 to do one pair. By the time I've done the second pair next month it'll have cost me just under £160 to reglaze my perfectly functional frames, which means it would have been cheaper to actually buy new frames. Said reglazing cost also doesn't guarantee against damage caused to the frames during the process, for which the customer is liable. I imagine this is to cover any frames brought in from other providers, but both my frames are the "Osiris" range, which are only sold at SpecSavers. Plus, you know, the glazers are presumably trained in their chosen profession, so WTF are they doing wrong if they manage to damage your frames?

Odd year syndrome, indeed. Maybe I should stop making plans now, before they get crushed by a boulder.
teylaminh: (Christmas - berries)
Christmas doth approach, and my next two weeks are going to be ridiculously busy, having to cram in seeing various people, finishing my shopping for Paul, doing the food shop and wrapping / handing over presents. I don't have time for any more socialising unless it's at the pub on Christmas Eve with the usual suspects, as Christmas is now just under two weeks away and I'm literally running out of hours. :P

Anyway, the weekend.. )

Okay, well, this entry was a result of the fact that this morning Winscribe was unresponsive. They were doing work on the server on Sunday and obviously hadn't got it up and running again by the time people were back in work today... In which case, I think this is more than long enough, so I shall sign off.

I'm hoping to get Christmas cards and presents in the post this week, so really need to start wrapping things soon...
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
I have no idea when I last updated or what it was about, but here is what I've been up to...

Birthday Stuffs )

After that Paul and I both had a week off work. The beginning of the week mostly involved doing nothing, going to Aldi, and watching Duckula, in my case anyway. I've got through the first two discs so far.

On Thursday we headed off to London for a couple of days. London Stuffs )

In other, more positive news, TAX REFUND, BABY!!! Apparently for 2008-2009 I overpaid over a grand in tax! Considering I had to extend my overdraft again last month just in case I spent too much money in London, this little windfall is very much appreciated. In addition, I achieved my pay increment at work and should be getting a chunk of backpay tomorrow in my wages, which initially I was going to spend on an eye test and new lenses. Instead I'm going to use the tax refund to pay a chunk off the credit card and pay for the eye test, and hopefully spend the backpayment on something NICE for a change. :)

I anticipate something horrible will happen to me in due course when Fate realises she made a horrible error in judgement. But in the meantime, it's nice to have a bit of luck for once.

Also, I started watching Damages on Monday night and I'm about nine episodes in. Quite enjoying it, though I can't decide if Patty Hewes is pure genius or pure evil... Whichever it is, Glenn Close is sheer awesomeness incarnate, but we already knew that. :)

I think that'll do. :)
teylaminh: (MH - Matthew - WTF?!)
Well, that was an interesting one.

On Friday night I was sociable. Kemi was having joint birthday drinks with two others (can't remember who now) so for the first couple of hours after work I joined that group at the Colmore Bar and Grill. At around 6.00pm Gaynor and I wandered down to the Irish Centre to partake in the big BCC pub quiz.

Our team also included John-The-Cleaner, Peter from Adults (as per emails already quoted - we managed to convince him), his wife, Rebecca (who is an alto in my choir), and his mate, Pat (I think).

The Irish Centre has been done up since we were last there and looks much more friendly now. There are carpets, for one, the bar has been refurbished and the interior generally looks less like a woe-begotten church hall. :)

Pat, it turned out, was our secret weapon, hoarding a vast plethora of random knowledge. Gaynor and I were first to arrive and filled out some of the 'blockbuster' round which was given out at the start, including some of those dingbat / say-what-you-see type puzzles, name-the-Carry-On-actor (and also film, though the quizmeister decided not to mark us on those in the end), name-the-balti, name-the-football-team, and name-the-song-from-the-lyrics. As to the balti round, that just goes to prove that Birmingham, in general, eats too much curry, when we can identify them by description alone. :D To my great pleasure, one of the name-the-songs was The Killers' "Human", though I then got paranoid I'd got it wrong and was incredibly pleased when I'd got it right. :)

Peter was taking things very seriously indeed. QUIZZIS R SRS BIZNIS, apparently. Still, it paid off. At half time we were, surprisingly, joint third. Paul's team apparently was second-to-bottom. :P

By the time we'd finished we somehow managed to come first!! Which is a great improvement on coming 17th last time. :D We won a 24-pack of Grolsch lager and a small trophy. This win was actually entirely down to Paul; his team had abandoned him so he came to sit with us towards the end and gave us two more correct answers - we won by one point, so all credit is to him for our win. :) I shall take a photograph of the trophy later.

We got home around midnight (shared a taxi with Gaynor as she lives in Acocks Green), and since all I'd had for tea was three pints of cider and three bags of salt-and-vinegar crisps, we stopped off at Chicken Hut so I could have something vaguely more substantial to eat.

This is when the oddness of Saturday begins...Strangeness )

I probably shouldn't be that surprised by Saturday, given the week I'd had at work. My three late evenings did gain me just under 2.5 hours of flex, at least, even despite leaving early on Thursday and going in at 10.00am on Friday. So that's something.

I was also shattered last night as well. Not quite so bad today, though I attribute that to taking cocodamol before bed and using a wheat bag, the combination of which meant a pretty good night's sleep...

That's about it. Must update music meme at some point. I am playing good wifey again tomorrow for another games night for Paul and his mates; curry is on the menu this time so I need to check my new 1000-recipe book for something that doesn't involve too much grinding of stuff... I think I shall steal the DVD-player and put it in the bedroom and finally make a start on watching Damages, as I've had the DVDs off my mum for ages and not gotten around to them yet... I'm sure [livejournal.com profile] commoncomitatus will be watching this space for a review. :P

Oh, on a final note, I'll be in London from 21st to 23rd October (Thursday to Saturday), as we're going to see Ghost Stories on the Thursday and spend the next day and a half wandering about. I know [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings wanted to meet up in Camden, in which case, it'll be on the 23rd in the morning when we're likely to be there. [livejournal.com profile] commoncomitatus is also welcome to meet us on the Friday at any point if she wants. :)

Over and out!
teylaminh: (Random - Foodie Love)
Not that I have anything particularly substantial to update about, per se - I'm just feeling less half-dead than I have been for the past few weeks so should probably keep my LJ alive if nothing else.

Actually, I've not had any coffee since last Tuesday (I won't say I've not had caffeine because I've had Pepsi) thanks to my right kidney twinging ominously at me that morning and terrifying me into drinking lots of water and cranberry juice. Thus far my kidneys have consistently ached a bit, but haven't moved on to incapacitating agony, so I don't know if I just caught it in time or whether it's something else. In any case, I'm making a GP appointment on my way home tonight just in case...

So I attribute the general not-feeling-half-deadness to not being full of caffeine dregs. The first three days without coffee were pretty horrendous, actually, but I feel much better today.

Weekend )

In other news, Trevor-the-landlord has finally given in and replaced the roof, so currently we have no tiles. The horrendous rain on Sunday morning at least proved that the roofers left it waterproof, though after said rain woke me up I was then paranoid the ceiling was going to cave in and it took me a while to drop off again...

And I think that's about it. I've been too skint to do anything else, but hopefully things will start looking up soon. If Paul ever gets a start date for his job, anyway...


Nov. 16th, 2009 01:14 pm
teylaminh: (Photo - egg house)
I'm back at work today after a week off sick, hence the lack of updating... As a result, I've lost track of time and missed probably the most important choir rehearsal for the concert which I've just been reminded (by a colleague) is this Saturday. I need to revise Sea Symphony before then so I at least know vaguely the bits I'm sure we've not rehearsed... although we were apparently going to go through both pieces in full on Tuesday.

Anyway. On Saturday (as in 7th November), we went out for Paul's mum's birthday meal. I didn't manage to get out of bed until about 1.30pm that day because I was exhausted and had no energy, then once I'd got up I basically positioned myself on the sofa for a few more hours before we headed out. My back was hurting and my stomach felt painfully bloated, which essentially meant that my entire middle section was in pain.

We went out to a local carvery for the meal, which was supposed to be a surprise. Paul's mum only thought that Darren, Noel and the kids were going, so she wasn't expecting me, Paul, Andrea or any of the other extended family. Unfortunately, despite asking everyone else to turn up around 5.30 (for a 6.00pm table) so it would be a proper surprise, the remaining members of extended family arrived about 10 seconds after Paul's mum. Ah well.

Annoyingly, because I was in pain, I had little to no appetite and thus didn't enjoy the carvery food. I'd actually been looking forward to the event since it was organised (we were going to find some fireworks afterwards but it was too damn cold anyway) and as ever, my body scuppered all plans for enjoyment. Paul and I left around 7.30 after we'd eaten, by which point my back was hurting so much I could barely walk, and promptly upon getting home lay on the sofa with a hot water bottle.

Sunday was much of the same. My back had stopped hurting significantly, though was still painful, but I had very little energy and didn't even bother getting dressed. We had planned on a roast chicken dinner but as I had no appetite we didn't bother that day.

I phoned in sick on Monday (another pyjama day on the sofa with intermittent naps), Tuesday (same again, though at least I got dressed, and had to cry off visiting Paul's mum for her actual birthday because I was falling over) and then on Wednesday conceded to have the rest of the week off, too. I was up and about by Thursday but still not 100% (putting laundry upstairs to dry resulted in having to sit down twice because of light-headedness). Paul was also off sick on Friday. This weekend I've been catching up with household chores and laundry as I'd fallen behind on pretty much everything, and thankfully had enough energy on Sunday to clean the bathroom and make lasagne for tea, which we shared with Lisa.

Unfortunately, because I basically wasn't eating for about three days (we had the chicken dinner on Wednesday, which was my first 'real' food since Saturday night), I ended up back at square one with regards my IBS, and it's taken until today for my body to stop bloody rejecting everything I put into it. I managed to poison myself on Saturday night, which I think was the chicken sandwiches, so threw the remains of the chicken away first thing Sunday morning. Thankfully this morning it seems to be okay. I need to gorge myself on fibre...

Which, obviously, is why my lunch comprises a sandwich on white bread. :P

Aaanyway, normal service shall be resumed. By which I mean the annual Christmas bitching, naturally.
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
Priscilla review is still not forthcoming. I intended to work on my shorter work version this weekend but was scuppered by a horrendous cold and didn't bother.

Hm, I think I need to update from a little earlier...

My mum popped around on Wednesday night to drop off some bits and bobs, including some extraneous birthday cards and my present from my grandmother - a pair of fuzzy Ugg-boot style slippers, which are lovely and warm. I was intending on buying some new slippers anyway, so that'll save me some money. :D

She also brought over my rucksack and sleeping bag (not that I ever intend to go camping again, but it'll be useful if anyone's sleeping over and we run out of beds / duvets), and a full set of good quality saucepans and Tefal frying pans. They're redoing the kitchen again, including a new oven/hob, and they can only use certain types of pans on there, so I've inherited her old ones. We tried them out last night and wow, I'd forgotten the difference a decent set of pans can make. We've been using Trevor's stuff since we moved in in terms of saucepans, and they're rubbish...

(The one good thing is that I now have a large, deep frying pan / saucepan with a lid, so can finally make all those recipes which call for such. Like jambalaya! :D)

On Thursday I had a bad throat, though it wasn't too bad. Then we went to visit Paul's mum of the evening, where my cat allergy kicked in and set the cold off properly.

Friday the cold wasn't too bad. I forgot to change my bus pass datecard and for the first time ever the bus driver actually noticed. He was willing to let me on anyway, but I didn't want to run the risk of there being an inspector on the journey home, so had to buy a Daysaver. The cold wasn't too bad, though was getting worse by the afternoon, and I left at 4.15 to attend my GP surgery at 5.00pm for a 'flu jab and asthma check-up.

It took half an hour just to get out of Digbeth. I have no clue why. The traffic just simply wasn't moving. By 4.45 I was only at Highgate, tried to ring the surgery to tell them I might be late for my appointment (which I'd thankfully already moved from 4.45 to 5.00 in case of traffic issues... pre-emptive much?), except their answering machine message takes forever to finish and halfway through my phone announced "One minute remaining!" and subsequently cut me off, so I just had to pray I'd get there in time. Thankfully it then only took 10 minutes or so to get to Kings Heath and I legged it to my appointment just in time.

The walk home (and presumably the 'flu jab) finished me off. I popped into Wilko for more fabric softener and new toothbrushes and toothpaste, then into Sainsbury's to stock up on juice and get something for tea. I finally got home about 5.30 and promptly put on my pyjamas and wallowed in self-pity for the rest of the evening. Didn't even feel like having the curry I'd bought, but ate it anyway...

Paul rolled home around 11.30 or thereabouts from his night out (somehow going from somewhat tipsy to completely drunk after one more drink), at which point I fed my cold a Benylin night-time tablet and went to bed.

Thankfully the worst of it had passed by Saturday. Paul was in work until about 1.30, and I spent the day working on my Christmas decoration embroideries. I managed to finish a whole decoration over the course of the weekend (whilst watching Oklahoma! on Saturday, heh), and made a start on the first colour of the next one. Three down, seven to go... I'll try and remember to take a photograph tonight.

We watched Teeth on Saturday night, on Filmflex; not 10 minutes into it the doorbell rang, so we unplugged it. Bloody Trick-or-Treaters. I absolutely was not in a Hallowe'en mood this year. Just as well we didn't have a bad movies night because I would still have been full of cold and absolutely knackered. As to the film, it was weird but enjoyable... though I'm guessing the males in the audience would appreciate it less. ;)

Aaand that's about it. Except that it again feels like something's brewing at work. Christmas leave is sorted out; we've now been asked to request our Easter leave! I hadn't even thought that far ahead yet! *depairs*

Over and out...


Oct. 29th, 2009 04:08 pm
teylaminh: (Default)
My Priscilla show review will be slightly delayed, as I've been asked by Gaynor to write one for our internal magazine, BE (Beneath Excellence - don't ask). So I'm going to work on that over the weekend and then convert it into a more squee-filled version for my LJ at a later date. Many apologies to [livejournal.com profile] 803am, as I know she's been anticipating it. I would suggest she gets hers written up before it falls out of her brain, given my track record. ;)

Anyway, in reference to the subject... Cut in case anyone is remotely squeamish / somewhat TMI... )

Anyway, watch this space for potential dentist-related wibbles nearer the time. :(

Nowt else to report...
teylaminh: (Photo- rose)
Before I update about that, though, here's a random health update.

All of last week I was feeling horrendously tired and somewhat fuzzy-headed, with several separate incidents of miniature black-outs / almost collapsing. Thankfully most of these were at home, with only one that I can remember being at work. I was begining to wonder what was wrong, as it didn't seem to matter how much sleep I got and I was totally lacking in energy by the time I got home (Paul has done all the cooking this week). For a moment the tiredness was starting to feel horribly familiar and I attributed it to being stressed about Paul not having a job...

On Saturday I mentioned it to Lisa in passing, and she said that it might very well have been a bug. A weird bug, but a bug nonetheless. A couple of her work colleagues have had very similar symptoms, also without realising they were ill, and on Paul chatting to his mum later it turns out his brother, Darren, has had the same thing. He even went to his GP for testing to rule out something like diabetes (I was beginning to worry about that myself at one point last week) and it transpired to be nothing.

So, if anyone else starts to feel exceptionally tired (in my case I was just more tired than usual :P), woozy or fuzzy-headed, or feels like they're going to black out or something - don't worry, it's a bug. I have now probably given it to most of my office due to not realising I was ill, but it didn't warrant being off work... It also didn't help that last week we had nothing to do for most of Tuesday to Thursday, so the day dragged to a conclusion. In retrospect, I might as well not have been there. :P

I feel somewhat better this morning, though the fuzzy-headedness has come back. I don't feel as horrendously tired as last week, but that might just be because I'm on my own here today and there's plenty of work, as opposed to bugger all...

Oh, interesting thing for [livejournal.com profile] 803am to note, assuming she watched X-Factor this weekend: Paul's sister-in-law's nephew, Dominic, is through to boot camp again, and in the backstage section you can see Paul's brother (Darren), sister-in-law (Andrea) and nephew (Patrick), as well as Dom's brother (Blair) and his mum, whose name I've forgotten. It's incredibly odd seeing people you know in real life on television. ;) (I will find a YouTube clip later to screencap...)

Anyway, here's a proper update...

Weekend. )

In the evening Paul went out to the Adam & Eve (and only had three drinks - very impressive) and I watched The Beach on Film Four, which would have been more enjoyable had Virgin Media not been made of FAIL. The image kept fritzing and halting every few seconds pretty much for the last hour of the film. Thank anything, we don't pay for Film Four any more (though I preferred it that way - at least we didn't have ad breaks), but Virgin have been rather consistently rubbish lately...

Oh, if anyone is interested, Persepolis is on tonight on Film Four at 9.00pm. They're also showing This is England at some point this week...

Right, I do believe that's everything.
teylaminh: (Photo - egg house)
Feeling a bit better today. I had a good relaxing bath last night and Paul and I were both in bed by 9.30 because it was so bloody cold (and anyway, there was nothing on television), so I've had probably more sleep than I needed. I did wake up at one point when Paul went to get a drink, but I have no idea what time that was. Had some very odd dreams indeed, though...

There was some work this morning but only enough to sustain us until 11.00, and now we've run out again. There seem to be a lot of people out at Court or on leave lately. The former means that hopefully there'll be some post-Court file notes to type up eventually, but not particularly helpful at the moment...

I keep feeling all strangely woozy headed lately. On Monday night I had three separate occasions of feeling light-headed and almost falling over, plus one yesterday at work, and today I just feel generally monged, but I think that's because I had too much sleep (can't win either way, clearly). I'm going to keep an eye on it anyway and see how it goes, and if they get worse then obviously I'll go to my GP. I didn't have a Sunday Headache this weekend, and I'm pretty sure I only get those when (a) I'm stressed or (b) I don't eat properly, and I've been trying to be good... I find that when I eat regular cereal and/or brown bread it has the positive effect of flushing all the Bad Things out of my system.

I attribute it to Paul's-job-related stress...

Literally nothing else to report, I'm afraid. I apologise for the rather up and down nature of my LJ of late, but it's either purge things or go slowly mad...
teylaminh: (Daffyd - Wide Eyes)
Bit of an up-and-down one...

I spent most of Friday (because it was fairly quiet) constructing an LJ entry which never saw the light of day. On re-reading this morning, I'm somewhat glad. I was exceptionally cranky on Friday, frelling exhausted and fed up of the world in general. I think perhaps it's just a weird effect of my current Pills, whereby they stop any and all "wimmins" but still occasionally sting me with PMT just to remind me that my hormones are as angry as ever. Also, Paul's (lack of) job situation is exceedingly stressful, as evidenced by the fact that over the course of the weekend my fingers have started peeling.

Anyway, just be glad I didn't post my rambling angst. There are days when I feel like I'm going slowly insane, but perhaps it's best not to share these things with an unwilling audience.

So, on Friday night Paul did his usual trick of having "two drinks", whereby I ended up leaving him six missed calls and a snarky text ("How long does it take to have one drink?! I'm hungry!") because as ever he had stayed out longer than intended and left me hanging on to eat until he got home. The way this is supposed to work is that he just outright tells me that he's going to be late instead of fobbing me off with "two drinks" so I won't moan at the time, so at least then I can just have some food and leave him to it. It's getting kind of boring now, having the same argument every single damn time.

The weekend )

Aaand back at work today, somewhat quiet, hence the entry. Actually not as tired as last week, thank goodness. Apparently everyone was tired last week - I blame the bank holiday.

Over and out.
teylaminh: (JC - cockroach OTP - J/M)
I think this office has something against me. Not content with breaking my chair, on Friday my monitor had lost some pixels - just a line or two at the bottom, across the task bar. This morning they've spread to incorporate my top left hand corner and most of the title bar.

Thankfully IT are going to order me a new one, and it doesn't affect my actual working area too badly... yet.

Weekend )

At some point this weekend we also attempted to watch the final episode of Psychoville on replay, only to discover that despite putting every other bloody episode on there, the BBC have decided not to put the last one on there. I suspect this is because the DVDs have just been released. Hopefully it'll be on the online iPlayer somewhere, though. Stupid BBC.

We decided to watch a film and, after several minutes of perusing the On Demand films without success, decided on the awful-sounding Deadgirl, whose summary actually made it sound worse than it really was. Comments / spoilers )

On Sunday morning Phil turned up to fix / replace our kitchen light (so at least we can now cook properly in the evening), without any warning. We knew he was coming at some point this weekend, and he happened to turn up just as I was getting out of the shower. He then borrowed Lisa's chair to turn off the fuse in the porch, resulting in her shouting irritatedly up the stairs at us... A bit later on when Paul popped out to get cigarettes, he thought Lisa was blanking him, but it turned out later she just had her headphones on and couldn't hear him, and also that she was annoyed with Phil for not warning us when he would turn up, as she was in her nightdress when he arrived, rather than annoyed with us... though we probably should have warned her nonetheless.

We decided to go to Wetherspoon's for Sunday dinner because I couldn't be bothered to cook. So, five minutes before we left, my body decided to punish me for no apparent reason with crippling stomach pain. So I barely even managed half of my roast pork before we had to go home. I ended up having a fitful nap for about an hour or so (thankfully some of the pain had subsided by then) and we watched telly for a few hours. I caught the last hour or so of the shot-for-shot remake of Psycho (not as bad as anticipated; Vince Vaughn should do more serious films) and we started watching a docu-drama on Peter Sellers that we taped about two years ago and forgot about, starring Geoffrey Rush. Always an underrated actor, IMHO. Didn't finish watching that, as I was tired, except then thanks to my nap I didn't actually nod off until around 1.30...

Paul also has a bad stomach this morning so it's obviously something we both ate. I suspect it was the remaining sausages from the fridge. I felt somewhat ill halfway through eating mine, and Paul finished them off... There was nothing in our Experimental Tea which might have poisoned us (it was basically just chicken, tomato and onions) so that only leaves the sausages...

Still a bit grumbly this morning. I wouldn't mind, but I've been good all week - no takeaways, sandwiches with brown bread, and mostly real food with vegetables included. Stupid body.

Bit of a hectic week coming up. It's my mum's birthday tomorrow (need to finish stuff tonight and wrap presents) and we may or may not be seeing her then, depending on what they're doing... I have half of Thursday off as flex, so will be going to get my hair cut at lunchtime, then Paul and I are going to the Bodyworks exhibition at the O2 on Friday (£28 for the coach tickets - yay National Express), then I'm going to We Will Rock You on Saturday afternoon (mum's birthday present) with her and David, then we're going to La Fibule for dinner in the evening.

I do believe that's everything.

No, wait, fic stuff... )

Right, THAT is everything. ;)
teylaminh: (MH - little boy lost)
I have no idea what's going on with my nose lately. I think it's left over cat-allergy from Sunday night because we went to see Pauls' mum. The antihistamine successfully prevented my eye from flaring up (which was just as well considering the cat is affectionate / clingy to the point of looking offended if you stop stroking him; it's quite cute, he lifts one front leg as if to wave at you and attact your attention...) but I started sneezing after a few hours. It was also quite chilly on Sunday night, which didn't help... I took a Benilyn night-time cold tablet before I went to bed (good quality of sleep, hurrah) and was a bit sniffly yesterday too, then made the mistake of wearing the same top when I got in as yesterday, which was obviously covered in cat hairs and drool, which set the sneezing off again.

I was incredibly bunged up last night, too, and still a bit this morning. Which, in the middle of the current global swine flu panic, is making me somewhat paranoid. To be honest, I blame the quite awful weather of late, and the fact that the temperature can't seem to find a happy medium to stick to and went from Swelteringly Hot to Actually Quite Cold in the space of a day once that heatwave finished.

(Just managed to drop my coffee cup onto my keyboard; thankfully the lid was still on and there doesn't appear to be any damage...)

So, I am a bit tight-chested today, which isn't very fun. :(

Paul went out yesterday because his mate Alex is back from Gran Canaria (permanently, apparently)... I was going to go with them originally, until Alex did his usual trick of inviting more random people along, including Tony, who scares the Hell out of me. Paul assured me he would be sober this time (the first and last time I met him he was incredibly drunk and generally the kind of person I avoid like the plague as a result) but meh. I was also feeling kind of horrible last night so couldn't be bothered.

So instead I finally got around to watching The Libertine, which Noel bought me a while back for either a birthday or Christmas and which has been on the DVD rack along with all those other DVDs I never get around to watching. Possible spoilers )

Not much else to report except that as a result of Paul going out (and the tight-chestedness), I didn't get to sleep until about 1.30am. Bah.


Jun. 15th, 2009 10:48 am
teylaminh: (Photo - Sunset pink)
On Saturday we had an impromptu barbecue. As Paul and I were heading out to get supplies - our new rule is to allocate a day each week, usually Saturday, to trying something new out of one of the many recipe books in the kitchen - Lisa decided that because it was a lovely day she was going out to buy a barbecue, so we went out again a couple of hours later to get more MEAT.

The barbecue was lovely. We had two different types of skewered kebabs (steak / prawn with peppers and mushrooms), steaks, hot dogs and burgers, and I'd done some boiled potatoes which we wrapped in foil and left on the grill. Lisa fed us absinthe towards the end of the night but it was incredibly strong so we both gave up within a few sips...

We went to bed quite early due to meat-induced tiredness, but it was an otherwise very pleasant day.

On Sunday, however, I spent the entire day on the sofa wallowing in self-pity, thanks to feeling like complete dren. I was wide awake at 8.30 and probably should have got up at that point, and was then wide awake again when my alarm went off an hour later, but alas went back to sleep for another hour.

I had some breakfast and then helped with drying up as there was a mound of dirty dishes to get through, but halfway through started to feel lightheaded and queasy so had to lie down. I was okay again a few minutes later so went downstairs to hang washing on the line, but then had to lie down AGAIN once I'd finished that, and then spent the rest of the day on the sofa. Paul had to cook the experimental dinner (it was supposed to be my turn) and bring the washing in for me because every time I stood up I thought I was going to fall over. Not very fun.

So, even though it was a gloriously sunny weekend, I only got to enjoy half of it. Stupid body. I'm hoping this isn't going to be a regular reaction to heat, because if it is, I think I'd rather it rain all summer... Plus I dread to think what would happen if I ever go away on holiday somewhere hotter than Britain.


I'm still not feeling quite 100% this morning, as it happens, though obviously I'm well enough to be in work, because my body is mean like that. I'm still a bit woozy-headed. I haven't really been eating properly lately, so I'll attribute the general unwellness to that rather than anything else. However, I have just spied some mini chocolate muffins, and chocolate is the answer to all of life's problems, so I shall have one.
teylaminh: (MH - little boy lost)
Had coffee this morning because I was exhausted. I've been having half-remembered dreams in deep sleep for the past few days and they always leave me more tired than I should be. Given I've not had coffee for a few days (it was either Friday or Thursday when I had my last one) it has only half-succeeded in waking me up, with a bonus side effect of my head feeling incredibly floaty. I also feel mildly panicky / highly strung / shakey. If this is what caffeine does to me, I don't ever want to try anything stronger, thank you. I mean, I pretty much stopped drinking because I didn't like being drunk, for a number of reasons: I prefer being in control of my faculties, for one, and I talk absolute bollocks when I drink too much. I am also, bizarrely, entirely aware that I'm talking said bollocks, yet equally am unable to stop it. It's a lack of control I'm not entirely comfortable with any more...

In other news, we have run out of headed paper at work. Literally. It was supposed to have arrived on Monday, but as far as I know there's nothing. At the moment the only solution is to photocopy it onto some of the follow sheets I've been slowly collecting, but even that will only last so long. Hopefully when the new batch arrives it won't have the same spelling error as last time (they spelt "exchange" wrong)...

In other, unrelated news, there's a building to let on our road which used to be a newsagent with a flat over it. It's absolutely massive, to say the least. I want to open a cafe / coffee shop there, as there seems to be a cafe on every single side street in Kings Heath and they're always all packed. I would call it OM NOM, which is obviously the perfect name for a greasy cafe. Not that we're going to rent it or anything. Just mentioning. :)

It was the series finale of Ashes to Ashes last night. Possible spoilers )

Not much else to report. Choir rehearsal tonight where I will have to explain my non-attendance on Saturday and apologise profusely for the book being returned late... ah well.


May. 21st, 2009 05:15 pm
teylaminh: (Derren Brown - blank)
I went to drop off the prescription at lunchtime and they have put a note on it saying I need it by Friday. So I'll ring up tomorrow to find out. I didn't get to eat until 2.00pm, however, because the traffic conspired against me all the way there and back, and then there were people EVERYWHERE as I was trying to get some food on the way back to work.

Listening to music on the way back, I was reminded (yet again) of an idea I keep having for a Carnivále fic, of all things. Whenever I hear "Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves" by Cher I want to write a story set at some point in the future after the series - I have thus far held off on actually thinking too hard about it because we haven't finished watching the second/final season yet, and I have no clue how it might end. But in any case... )

Right, another day over. Just hanging around to see if there are any amendments to the urgent I just finished, and then I can go home...
teylaminh: (Google - Work)
Well, assuming anyone did notice the lack of updating around here...

So, I can't remember when I last updated, so apologies if any of this is being repeated... It's also qutie wordy, so... you can ignore it if you like. Cut for length )

So, that's about it.

I'll do my Coraline thoughts in a separate entry, as this one is quite long enough.

This week I need to book my coach tickets to Bristol (half the price of going by train), and the bedroom is in need of a good tidy-up now that I actually have the inclination to move again. :P

Over and out.
teylaminh: (Daffyd - Wide Eyes)
Just going through my 'Personal' folder at work in an effort to find something to finish (I have various bits of writing knocking around in there - the folder is hidden and the majority of its contents password protected, so hopefully nobody will stumble on it...) and came across the following.

I started it about two (?) years ago after posting my Jonathan Creek drabble, "The Thin Blue Line" (which has now grown into "A Lot to Answer For"). In that post I asked people to suggest fandoms for further drabble efforts, and had two votes for Red Dwarf, so attempted it.

It's been sitting in the folder for all that time, at the grand total of 38 words. Barely even half a drabble. As I am unlikely to finish it, I thought I'd throw it out to the f-list to see if any interested parties fancy having a go...

It's set in series 7, though my episodic knowledge is rather sparse these days. That episode where Lister dreams about Ace, at any rate.

Want, take, have, credit, as they say.

He missed Rimmer. This wasn’t the best realisation Lister had ever come to. It wasn’t the sort of thing people did in polite society. Missing Rimmer. And of course, that smegging dream kept coming back to haunt him.

I mean, it's not bad, I just have no idea how to finish it, if I ever knew in the first place.

One for the slash fans, maybe? ;)

Other news: possibly TMI )

I also have my interview for the act-up post tomorrow, 12.30pm. Gaynor assures me I don't have to wear a suit (I'm not even sure if the bloody thing still fits...) but I will probably at least attempt to be vaguely smart for the occasion. Wednesday is my early day, so I won't have to wear it for long. They will announce the successful applicant at 2.00pm, who will then subsequently get the chance to minute the team meeting at 2.30pm... ;)

To-do list for tonight: (1) have shower; (2) remove nail varnish (perhaps re-polish with other colour?); (3) sort out outfit / try it on; (4) attempt to have an early night.

I am still in alternating states of panic and serene calm, which I imagine will be the case until I know for certain either way. It does mean that for the moment I can't actually fill out my PDR properly because I might be changing job roles, so it's all a bit up in the air.

Anyway, wish me luck.

Nothing much else to report. I should hopefully be going to Glastonbury with [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings on the 23rd, so need to investigate train times (to Bristol) this week, and probably book my tickets in advance, given they were horrendously expensive last time. That's after I double-check the date in my diary to make sure I'm not doing anything. Should be able to take lots of photographs, in any case. :)

Yt Ys Donne

May. 1st, 2009 10:03 am
teylaminh: (MH - tekiclutch - spirit bunnies)
Job application thingy signed, sealed and delivered this morning, after half-copying an old application form blurb last night. Now I can stop stressing for a bit.

I had this really, really strange dream this morning... Bizarre... )


My foot has not been happy the past couple of days. I think my work shoes are to blame; they are too small in terms of the actual shoe-size, but simultaneously too wide for my narrow feet. They also have a 1.5" wedge heel on them, and I think all of these factors have been responsible for my foot hurting yesterday and Tuesday (but not so much Wednesday, when I was wearing a skirt and hence different shoes). I've bought some slightly more sensible work shoes from Deichman, leather ones which will hopefully be waterproof and which fit much better. £25 for leather shoes really isn't bad, considering I'll doubtless wear them to death and they'll last probably four times longer than the faux-leather cheap equivalents from Priceless... Yet more money I ddin't really intend to spend, though.

The physiotherapist reckoned it wasn't broken because it had stopped hurting and the swelling had gone down, but I personally reckon it was / is. (Worrying that four entirely different doctors / specialists told me four entirely different things...) If I catch or jar it at the wrong angle it's still quite painful, and the only way I can describe it is as though the bones need to be 'cricked'. It's weird.

Still, I'm probably going to start going swimming again, as after a while last time my foot eventually stopped cramping, and exercise can only be of the good.

Aaand finally, I'm going to get my hair cut tonight. Poll answers were unforthcoming (50% in either direction) but I shall keep it short for the summer (now, watch it rain...) and start growing it after Christmas.

Another quiet day so I might work on some writing...
teylaminh: (Photo - Wheel)
Another scan under the cut, quite big...

Scan 8/? )

Had my physio appointment this morning. They've given me one of those Theraband things (it's bright green) to exercise with in order to strengthen the right leg/ankle, as it is quite weakened. They're going to keep my file open for a month and then discharge me if I don't need to come back. Physiotherapist doesn't reckon it was broken, but still, even a bad sprain needs time to heal. I'm now wondering if I did break it the last time or not, as that cast was only on for a week and they're supposed to take 6 weeks to heal.

Ah well, my body is always bizarre, I suppose the bones are no exception. Kind of scary that if I broke it when I was 16 that I've been walking on a semi- / not-quite-healed foot for 10 years... :/

Anyway, off to a pub quiz with work peeps later. Just going to rip a few more CDs and sit around online until I have to go. ;)
teylaminh: (Photo - leaves)
Paul is *ahem* off sick today, so we decided to enjoy the weather and give my recuperating ankle some gentle exercise. Went to Wetherspoon's for breakfast and then for a wander around Kings Heath Park (with camera) in the sunshine. On the way back we wandered into a couple of charity shops - got McEwan's Atonement for 99p, which will save me having to buy it off Amazon - and Sainsbury's to get some bits and pieces. My foot hurts a little bit as a result, but that's to be expected.

Pictures are on Flickr, starting at the beginning of the photostream, here. Might put them on Facebook later, might not. :P

So, quite a productive day.

Yesterday I made a start on an insanely complicated cross-stitch set of a unicorn, on black aida and with multiple 'mixed' colours, though only managed to do a few leaves. I've ordered a rolling frame from Readicut because I'm worried my 10" hoop is going to ruin the cloth, as it's quite thick... Hasn't arrived yet, but in any case, this time I might scan the embroidery to demonstrate my progress... it's probably going to take a few months. :D
teylaminh: (Cabaret - Maybe This Time)
Went back to the hospital yesterday for a check-up. They were one staff member down, and hence my 10.20 appointment didn't happen until 12.20. When we arrived there was a sign on the board saying there was an hour wait; by the time they'd seen me that had increased to two hours. Bit of a waste of a morning, but oh well.

Anyway, the orthopaedic wotsit gave it a poke and man-handled both ankles for a bit. I still have no idea if it was broken or a sprain, but either way it seems to be almost healed, if slightly painful / trepidacious. He's referred me to physiotherapy (first appointment on 22nd April, 10.20am) and just said to take it easy until I'm ready to go back to work. I have two more weeks left on the original doctor's note, and then I have a week of leave booked, so after that I'll be going back to work on 27th April. By which point, hopefully, it will be somewhat better.

My line manager is off until September, though, so it's all a bit complicated. I should get my bank holidays (Good Friday / Easter Monday) and the two days of leave I'd booked next week (16th and 17th, for our anniversary) back, as I'll technically be off sick for them.

Okay. Three more weeks off. This time I will be productive, given I've managed barely any writing this past fortnight. Not helped by the fact that the SB/BaT co-writer seems to either be ignoring me or has disappeared off the face of the earth again, which is hardly conducive to the writing process. I've nearly finished the X-Files story, though. And I managed to read Watchmen, and have nearly finished The Last Unicorn.

Anyway. After the hospital yesterday we went to a carvery for lunch (with Lisa, who had driven us to and from the hospital), which was quite nice. £5.00 a head for food isn't bad at all.

PS: [livejournal.com profile] ebb - I've received the bag, thank you very much! It's lovely. :)
teylaminh: (JC - Jonathan - eww)
Probably none of you, I know.

OW. )

I've managed to get a few bits done around the house like washing up and laundry, and I can weight-bear to some extent whilst wearing the Moon BootTM, so hopefully by the end of two weeks I'll be a bit more mobile. *crosses fingers* I presume they're going to take a better look at it on the 6th when I go back to the hospital and maybe they can figure out what it really is. The bruise is in the same place as last time, so my bet's on a re-broken cuboid.

Anyway. Nothing much else to update about. I have spent the past four days getting sucked into daytime television and playing (and finishing!) Professor Layton and the Curious Village on DS, which my mum lent me. At some point I'll try and get through that list of DVDs and stuff...

Over and out.
teylaminh: (Photo - Playmobil)
Second opinion in the Fracture Clinic was that it MIGHT be a sprain, it's NOT the metatarsal, and there's definitely a faint line through the cuboid... either way, I've been signed off work for four weeks (!), so they'll just have to bloody well cope. :P

They've taken the cast off and fitted me with one of those brilliant aircast thingies, so at least I'll be able to have a bath... Also means I can get around a bit easier, thank anything, though this morning I discovered that going down steps is somewhat easier when I've got a shoe on... possibly just twisting-the-other-ankle fear...

Any and all jokes about being a little short for a storm trooper fully expected, if unoriginal. :P

I have to go back on 6th April for them to have another look. Anyway, I feel better about it this morning than I did yesterday. Hurrah for mobility.


Mar. 20th, 2009 07:32 pm
teylaminh: (JC - Maddy - oops)
Was just heading to the kitchen, yeah, on the tail-end of a glass hunt for the washing up. Went down the step, right ankle went over. I was actually more concerned with not breaking another glass and thankfully managed to catch onto the bannister (opposite) before I actually fell down properly, placed the glass carefully on the floor and then sort of collapsed onto the floor groaning in agony.

It's the same ankle I twisted a few years ago. It hurt like an absolute bastard for about five minutes but I seem to be able to stand on it... ish. I wrapped it up in a self-adhesive support bandage (my actual ankle bandage appears to have gone AWOL) and attempted to finish the washing up, but then started to feel sick. I mean, I consider myself to have a high pain threshold, but not when things are continually throbbing... It doesn't hurt as much as it did when I broke it (and I didn't hear it snap this time, either) but it's definitely a weak spot and I'm not taking any chances.

I did the bandage again a bit lighter and will sit quietly for the rest of the evening. If it's still bad tomorrow I'll just have to go to A&E. As much as a week off work would be appreciated, it's taken this long for the foot to sort itself out from last time. And, you know, I have shitloads of stuff to do tomorrow so this is incredbly bloody inconvenient.



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