Friday, February 16, 2007 

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu

Today I am mostly listening to: Ray LaMontagne - Hold You In My Arms

Well, that’s it from me. Don’t panic, I’m not giving up on this blogging malarkey, I’m just off on holiday! Yes, that’s right, my long-awaited trip to Thailand has finally arrived! My suitcase is as good as packed, I’ve got my tickets & I’ve found my passport (which is still in date), so really there’s not much more to do.

And in case you were wondering, apparently my ECG was OK, so that is a big relief (especially as I’m just about to go on a 12 hour flight). I just have a follow up appointment with my doctor when I get back.

Anyway, must go, these nails won’t paint themselves!

My Hotel. Ok, it's not, it's the Grand Palace in Bangkok

Monday, February 05, 2007 

It’s not the best news I’ve ever had

*Today I am mostly listening to nothing because I’m not really in the mood :-(*

I had my doctor’s appointment today. You remember the one; it was the one to check on my speedy pulse rate after the gym wouldn’t let me use their services. Perhaps I mentioned it recently.

My appointment was at 4:10 pm, but I didn’t get in to see her until at least 4:45 pm. So I had all that time to sit there making myself even more nervous than I already was. Great. So when I eventually got in she took my blood pressure & pulse. Blood pressure: OK, maybe a little on the high side. Pulse: 120 bpm. So a bit high then. I did own up to being a bit nervous, so she took it again. This time, blood pressure OK, pulse 110 bpm. Still a bit high then.

She listened to my heart & reported that it sounded fine. She then listened to my lungs & reported they also sounded fine. So that’s great then. But obviously it’s not, because I’ve got to go back for a blood test tomorrow & an ECG on Wednesday. And as I clearly get so nervous, she wants me to take my blood pressure & pulse three times a day for three days. At least then I’ll be in a more normal & relaxed situation & she’ll be able to get a better view of what my levels really are.

Luckily I’m talking to the Mrs again, so I gave her a quick call for some reassurance. I think I got the reassurance I needed, but she is a bit tied up with her own issues at the moment, so I’m still a bit unsure. She told me not to worry, and there’d probably be nothing wrong. And if there is anything wrong, they’ll do something about it. Errm, OK. I did actually say that for my ignorance, I wasn’t too sure what an ECG was. Luckily with all her worldly experience, she was able to calmly explain it all to me... I swear I could feel my pulse going up again.

Anyway, despite my increasing pulse rate, today is a momentous day for other reasons. My blog has made it to the grand old age of 2! Yes that’s right, two years ago today I made that first boring post. And here we are 2 years later, still making boring posts!

Am I bovvered? Errm, yes I am actually. And a little bit worried too.

Sunday, February 04, 2007 

From the mouths of children

*Today I am mostly listening to: The Seahorses – Happiness Is Egg shaped*

I’ve been out to lunch today for my Aunts 60th birthday. We went to Cambridge’s poshest hotel (or so they say), and my Uncle had gone to the extravagance of booking a private room for the afternoon. The wait staff were excellent; and if you ignore the heathens who sent their roast beef back to be burnt to a crisp, the food was pretty goods as well.

One of my personal highlights was the speech made by my cousin’s 8 year old son (I guess that also makes him my cousin?). He announced to the whole room "I’d like to wish Grandma a happy 60th birthday, and although she may be crinkly & wrinkly, I still love her". Ah, bless. However, this obviously didn’t go down well with my Aunt (who is clearly not happy about reaching the ripe old age of 60). She stood up and said, "I’d like to thanks you all for coming, and I’d just like to announce to you all that my grandson has gone gay". Well, would you ever? "Gone gay"? What could she possibly mean? I can only presume that when you reach 60, that’s meant as an insult to a Manchester United-obsessed 8 year old. He obviously thinks a bit quicker than his father though (I’m afraid I haven’t liked my cousin for a long time now, but that’s another story), and he came back with a quiet, but just loud enough, "At least I’m not crinkly and wrinkly".

Friday, February 02, 2007 

The sheepish follow-up

*Today I am mostly listening to: Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good*

OK, perhaps I went on a bit too much. Now that I’ve had a few days to calm down & I’ve thought about it a bit more, I've decided to book an appointment to see my doctor. I spoke to her first & she seemed quite surprised that my pulse was as high as that, and she said she’d feel much happier if I had a quick check-up. So, I’m off to the doctors on Monday afternoon. I’m getting slightly worried though. I might have had something seriously wrong for all these years & they’re only about to find out about it now...

Also, I can’t remember if I mentioned it earlier, but I’ve already had one visit to the doctors this week and had some vaccinations for Thailand. Since Wednesday certain parts of my body have been extremely tender & painful. It’s an unusual feeling & one that I don’t think I’ve experienced before. The main places being where my back meets my fat arse (is there a proper word for the area?) & a special lady-only place. I’m hoping, and to a certain extent, presuming this is just a side effect from the combined injection I had. Because I really don’t know if I can cope with this pain for much longer, and I really don’t want to bother my doctor with this as well. It's not that I don't like visiting the doctors or anything.

Me, sheepish? Never.