A little piece of me

Errant Eyebrows and Therapy

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 22:53:00 +0000

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This post is approved by the BAEEA - British Association of Errant Eyebrow Abuse. If you know of anyone that has suffered from this shameful affliction or imposed it onto someone else (Grandma's I am looking at you) please don't hesitate to get in touch.

This has actually no meaning at all, just some random thoughts squished into a incoherent post. It all started when I was thinking the other day about what I lose the most frequently (marbles excluded) and came up with keys, phone and tweezers.
Why tweezers? Do I have hideously overgrown mono-brow like tendencies? Actually no I don't, but there was a time when I thought I did. My dad and my younger sister suffer severely from errant eyebrow syndrome, lots of pictures to prove it too. The older sister on the otherhand went the other way and suffered for years with 'Holy Plucked Off' syndrome. Somewhere in the midst of all that she convinced me that I had a monobrow, not sure how she did it. Well maybe by saying something like this:

You look like a boy with eyebrows like that!

Yes she was in fact being a bitch and I plucked my eyebrows to death. It literally took years for the buggers to grow back properly and every now and then an errant little bugger appears. It then sets off mono-brow nightmare flashes and I have to pluck it out immediately!

Do you have any errant eyebrow stories? Would a therapists errant eyebrows put you off?

Other news:

Have you checked out my penguin post and voted for me?

Mumborg is still in hospital, still losing blood, still has two legs for now and still waiting for the surgeons to make a ruddy decision. Other than that she is tickety boo.

College work progress is still going slow, but I will get there! Got a placement appointment for a week on Monday for the local cancer support centre, which I am really looking forward too.

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Penguins, ponderings and picking me.

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 22:59:00 +0000

Since the moonwalk finished I have been pondering what to do next that may be adventurous and/or challenging. Even though it hurt like a bugger at some points in the walk(about 24 miles out of 26.2), I still finished it. The buzz that you get from actually finishing an event is unbelievably good and worth the pain. I have felt that since then I can achieve anything I set my mind too. Although I may have to accept at some point that I can not actually win the 100m gold medal at the next Olympics. Also there is that small problem of not swimming that well and needing stabilisers for my bicycle.

So what next? Penguins, penguins and more penguins (hopefully).
What? I know you are now worried that I am going to jump in the penguin enclosure of the local zoo and molest some poor flightless creatures! Don't be daft, I am trying to to travel to their homeland and molest them insitu! I spotted a competition today that seemed to good to pass up, it offers you the chance to get an expedition to Antarctica all expenses paid and you get to blog about it. I think I could just about manage the blogging part, you think?

My entry:

I wasn't born with an adventurous soul; it is something that has happened over time. Well some would call it adventurous and some would call it buffoonery, I prefer adventurous. Over the last few years I have developed a more pronounced wander lust and that has been reserved to armchair travelling via nature and travel documentaries up till now. After recently doing the MoonWalk, a 26.2 mile power walk for Breast Cancer charities, I felt invincible! Well my feet didn’t, but I had gotten bitten by a bug that filled my mind with the ‘I can do anything!’ spirit. Okay anything may be stretching it as I am a rubbish swimmer and can hardly ride a bike, but you know the thought is there.

Why Antarctica? Well bird watching and I have had a difficult journey; from the moment I could walk I was forced into the world of twitching by my father and granddad. Car journeys from one end of the country to the other end in record time, was not what I would call fun. Especially when the lesser potted whatnot had flown off, or had been eaten by somebody’s cat.

So the ultimate revenge would be to go to place that they both would have loved to have gone! Well that would be rather mean of me; I would probably have to take the dad. I can’t take the granddad, well except in spirit, so that still only takes up two places.

I will shamelessly use my dad’s vast array of birdlike knowledge to inform and amaze folks with Antarctic facts and figures. Along with photographs, writings and my speciality of doodles! Also I have been blogging for a fair while now and can ramble with the best of folks

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Voting does require registering and I know how much you love that.... But please do it! It does not involve spam. I will bring you back a snowball or something.

I know the chance of me winning is slim to none, but it is somewhere that the dad has always wanted to go and it would be most excellent to go on an expedition with him. Even though this is something he would run off and do by himself. Just think how cool it would be to send me to a place like that! I could fall in the sea and freeze my pants off. The competition is stiff, as a lot of the fellow entries are professional writer types and/or people that have travelled extensively. I say boooooo to them, send a total novice instead, much more fun I thinks.

Moonshuffling to the end

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 22:58:00 +0000

Where was I? Ahh yes temporarily I had buoyed my spirits with freeze spray, painkillers and tunes! Thus making miles 13 - 17 my fastest to date. During this time the sun also came up, glistening over the water and twas a lovely site to behold. I was seriously tempted to run into the sea and ~~drown myself~~ stick my toes in the water, but decided that would be a bad idea. So I used my camera phone to snap a few shots and plodded on.
Well I should say it was lovely at first, then it started to get bloody warm! Where was the rain? the clouds? a bloody breeze? Hot, lovely sunshine is all well and good for larking about in the park, but not when one is ~~shuffling~~ power walking like they have never power walked before! Thank goodness I have a sunny disposition, otherwise it would appear that I was a total miserable sod. Sunny disposition in my case was plenty of water, fresh orange slices at mile markers and happy smiling faces (not mine). On approaching mile marker 19, I met up with some girls that I know from the walk the walk forum, so plodded on with them. They were decidedly in better shape than I and were excited to be approaching mile marker 20.

Supposedly at Mile Marker Twenty a sense of uber calmness and elatedness descends upon you like a thousand angel wings providing a cool breeze. I may of ever so slightly exagerated the wonderment that is mile marker twenty, but it was definitely a woop woop moment for a lot of people. Why not for me? The pain and tiredness due to severe lack of training was screaming in my ear. My nasty inner voice was whispering "You still have 6.2 miles to go! still not just! you lazy sod!", my nasty inner voice is a right sod. Luckily for me,from deep within my being a competitive streak was sparked just ever so slightly at the prospect of keeping up with people.
The last 6.2 miles seem to take an age, heading back into the city of Edinburgh with the sun blazing and seeing all the sights that had been shrouded in darkness hours before. Edinburgh is truly a lovely city surrounded by greeness and beautiful architecture. Of course I was not really paying attention at the time because I was concentraing on putting one foot in front of the other. The cheeriness and enthusiam of the volunteers that are spreadout throughout the course is really a nice boost when you are flagging, even though they lie about how close you are to the next mile marker (cheeky buggers). They might not of actually been lying but boy did one mile feel like ten towrds the end! Oh and the curbs! Stepping up and down curbs is like torture towards the end.
Not sure when it dawned on me that I was actually going to finish the challenge, I think it was only as I recieved my medal, sat on the floor and took off my trainers!

As I sat on the grass with my medal and bare hobbit like feet, I felt like shedding a tear or two but was not sure why. I felt emotional because I had finsihed it , but also because I hadn't had enough faith in myself that I would finish it. My fears were not unfounded, because I had been so poorly prepared for it, with excuses abound from the mumborg to college work. So after a moment of melancholy I popped my blisters, squirted blister juice in my face (yuck), used the glorious freeze spray and felt at one with the world. Then I tried to stand up.......

Start Moonwalking...

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 17:27:00 +0000

Here I am talking about a different type of moonwalking, whilst the moonwalking maestro has shuffled off this mortal coil. Anyhow back to talking about me, me and some more about me.
I arrived in Edinburgh on Friday afternoon and headed up to the hostel I was staying in during my visit. The Castle Rock Hostel was literally across the road from Edinburgh Castle and a hop, skip and jump away from the Royal Mile. It was an ideal location to base myself for the weekend.
As I was on my own I arranged to meet up some of the others that were doing the MoonWalk on their lonesome for a bite to eat. It was nice being on my own, but also good to meet up and have some company too. Too be honest the last few weeks had been so stressful that it was a miracle I even made it to Edinburgh, let alone plan anything. I was still absolutely crapping myself at the thought of the impending 26.2 miles of hell that I had voluntarily signed up for, but for the time being forgot about that and enjoyed good food and company.
Saturday arrived after a disturbed night of sleep, mainly thanks to chatty drunk Irish girls sharing my room, they were fun though. After a lazy morning I met up with one of the girls from the night before (Debs) and we had a lovely lazy lunch. Then it was back to my room to rest and prepare for long long night ahead! Still not believing what I was getting myself into.

Around 8pm it was time to head to the Pink City in Inverleith Park, Edinburgh and meet up with some of the girls from the walk the walk forum for food and a chat before walk time. As I walked through the park entrance I could hear drums and then a huge pink city arose before me. The atmosphere is absolutely amazing as you walk through the entrance, surrounded by a haze of pinkness.
Panic began to kick in as everyone was excitedly talking about the walk and all the training they had done. I didn't think now was the time to confess that the most I had walked was 8 miles of late and that I was going to be sick! So as everyone got more and more excited, I got scared!
In the great big pink city we gathered for pasta, talks from the sponsors and then the dreaded warm up. I can't grapevine to save my life, my brain says left, my leg goes right! so I shuffled further and further away from the warm up zone and felt lost in the crowd. At this point, more than any other, I felt very alone and sorry myself.
I was in the Pink group, so that was the last group to be called to the gate and the excitement was all around as we were herded to the gate ready for the off. The Pink group was about 30-40 minutes behind the lead group and it was slow going through the gate. Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle and then I was free from the crowd, well a bit free anyways. Whoops, claps and cheers abound, so much so that you couldn't help but feel part of something special.

I think that atmosphere carries you through the first few miles, as you look around the beautiful city of Edinburgh, absorb the excited chatter and forget your worries. It is when things get quiet and the atmosphere becomes more serious as people get their heads down and pick up the pace. The pace! Bloody hell! It is nothing like the pace of hiking or normal walking. Upping the gear from 2.5 miles an hour to 3.5/4 miles an hour is a serious wake up call to your muscles (or lack of them). I thought I was a good judge of distance, but holy moly were those mile markers slow in coming! I nearly cried when it felt like an age to just pass 3 miles. I didn't even want to update anyone via my phone as I was in serious doubt of finishing even half way. At mile marker 11 the half moon walkers branch off and do their last two miles to complete the 13 miles of their challenge. How I wanted to go with them! Especially as it dawned on me painfully and slowly that I wasn't even halfway <--------------- Insert whingeing here!

Just past Mile marker 11 it was toilet stop time and although it was freezing and the queues were massive, I needed to stop. During the queue I gave myself a pep talk, sprayed my knees with half a can of freeze spray and popped some pain killers. The combination of pep talk, text off the mumborg, painkillers and freeze spray did the trick and I began to pick up the pace. After reaching mile marker 13 and the disco bus, I plugged myself into my mp3 player, turned up the volume to ear bleeding level and kicked myself up the arse.

The adventure continues tomorrow (ish)

Moonwalking and Mumborg

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 23:07:00 +0000

Firstly thanks for all the lovely comments, tweets and emails that I have received about mumborg and my wavering over whether to continue blogging. It really meant a lot to me and quite honestly I got a bit choked up. Anyhow enough of that mushy stuff, you want to know where the heck I have been I suppose and of course how the mumborg is.

The mumborg is still not doing well, which I had hoped by now was something I would not have to write, but thems the breaks. The leg is just not playing ball and the surgeons are a feared to touch it. So for now she is constantly losing blood from the leg and getting replenished through the arm (thanks donors!). Also because during previous surgeries the leg was dislocated, this has led to being very painful for the mumborg, so now the leg is in traction. The next decision in regards to the leg will now be made on Monday.

This past weekend I have been in Edinburgh Moonwalking my pants off and have doodled the adventures for you. These following doodles are just the start of the adventure, with more doodles, photographs and ramblings tomorrow (ish).

Option A, B or C ?

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 20:51:00 +0000

The mumborg was shipped back to the reconditioning unit two weeks ago for a supposed quick patch job. Basically her leg had still not healed well at all from previous surgery and was looking decidedly infected. So the district nurses assumed that a clean out and new vacuum pump would do the trick.

Well things are just not that simple when it comes to the mumborg, it seems she just can’t adjust to the bionic parts of her. Is it that she is just too human, fighting against assimilation? Or that I have watched Star Trek far too many times? The head doctor like person was not impressed at all with the healing process and his previous handy work, so declared it open season on the leg. After consulting with his surgeons and various bone specialists, they came up with these options:

Option A: Removal of all metal work and bone fragments from hip to knee. Leaving a floppy boneless leg above the knee. Leaving leg like this for 3 - 6 months, blasting away all infections and then see about reconstructing it.

Option B: A thorough clean out and removal of all bone fragments, new shiny metal bits and an antibiotic implant.

Option C: Lopping the leg off, otherwise known as amputation. In this case it would be a hind quarter amputation. I think it is that anyway, I did sort of tune out when I found out this was a definite possibility.

Not quite the news I wanted to hear, especially after thinking this was just going to be a quick hose down and patch job. How do you get your head round news like that?

Well the surgery happened on Friday and unfortunately they couldn't do exactly what they wanted, so a compromise between A -B was made. Apparently the previous handiwork could not be easily removed and bone fragments were splintering causing problems. So after an exhaustive 6-7 hours, a rest break with showers and using enough instruments to kit out a butcher, they called it quits. The mumborg was awake throughout this procedure so the surgeon continually popped his head around the curtain to keep her updated. How aware the mumborg was is debatable as she was heavily medicated for the obvious pain. She was told that if they didn't quit at this point it would have to be option C and they were not ready to go down that avenue at this point.

On visiting the mumborg that night after the surgery, I did not know what option they had gone for, so guess what I was looking for? Yep after checking that she was okay I checked for two legs, actually I checked for the two legs first. The mumborg was her usual cheerful self, albeit slightly pissed off after being vented. Never mind the fact that she nearly lost her leg, don’t put the mumborg on a ventilator, she hates it.

What is next for the mumborg and the malfunctioning limb? Well option C is not off the cards and it is something I am trying to get use to. The mumborg is okay with Option C, as she is bloody fed up with all this hospital time. I have struggled with the thought of the mumborg being an amputee, sobbed at some times and been punch the wall kind of angry. Then I reached the conclusion that if she is okay with it, then so shall I. The mumborg and her attitude has allowed me to reach this conclusion, if she had reacted differently to it, then I would be in bits.

Yesterday was World Donor Day and I had every intention of doing a post on it, but life got in the way. So I will just mention the fact that during surgery the mumborg needed 2 units of blood and today the wound erupted which meant more blood loss. This led to her needing some blood and she will need more blood throughout the night to replace what she has lost. It is only in times like this do I really recognise why giving blood is truly important. Would I be so concerned about people giving blood if my loved ones or I had never needed a single drop? I can't truthfully say that I would.

Standing at a blogging crossroads, as this will be the last entry that will go towards my final piece of college work. After that is done and dusted will I bother to blog? I know I would like to continue, but not sure what to do at the moment.

Sad Willi

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 11:39:00 +0000

I have a new addition to the Willy Family, a strange collection that I somehow happened upon. I have added the link to all things Willy further down this post, as I am sure some folks don't know the Willy story.

This latest addition is 'Sad Willi' from Austria, who in fact has had the opposite affect and cheered me right up.Thanks to Alison for encouraging my madness and thinking of me in my moments of studying stress.

All things Willy.

It was the last night ever in college last night and I feel all adrift, still shit loads of college work to do though. So I better get back to it.

Some poetry via assignment whatever

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 16:00:00 +0000

Shhhh I am not actually here, I am hard at work! It was my last actual learning session in college last night and after a wee party on Monday that will be it. I have some extra time to hand in outstanding work, but the vast majority has to be in by Thursday (gulp).

Here are the handouts I produced for a presentation I did on Body Dysmorphic Disorder, I found poetry that some BDD sufferer's had written that I thought was very powerful and wanted to share it on here.

Assignment Ten Handout

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I am I

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Thu, 28 May 2009 17:29:00 +0000

In searching for poetry for my 'Who Am I' project I am came across this poem by Fritz Perls, called the 'Gestalt Prayer' .
I was already familiar with old Fritzy but not this poem or the supposed controversy that surrounds it. Well controversy may be stretching it a wee bit, maybe discussion starting is better.
It seems that when some people reproduce this poem they omit the last line 'If not, it can't be helped', I wonder why? Also do you see this poem as oversimplfying things, as life is just not that simple? It certainly appeals to me, so I will be having a think on it.

Other news:
Check out my new counselling student squidoo type thing, where I am going to collect together all the counselling resources I have found useful: A student in counselling (broke the link before)

Olga steps up the MoonWalking campaign for me These boobs are made for walking

Desk of doom....

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Mon, 25 May 2009 00:18:00 +0000

I am still being naughty and not doing work ! I need chastising....

Briefly spotted

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Sat, 23 May 2009 12:22:00 +0000

At the beginning of this course, in the middle of this course and towards the end of this course, I swore blind that I would not leave all my work to the last minute. I had great plans, timetables and to do lists to prevent a last minute rush to the finish line, my plans were in fact excellent.
So of course I ignored all common sense and have done what I always do, leave everything to the last bloody minute. The main thing that I did manage to keep to up to date with was this here blog, as a record of my personal development and journal entries. So in your own way, who ever actually reads this, you have made it into my counselling portfolio (lucky buggers).

If you haven't already, check out my counselling posts and in particular my presentation which highlights my journey to becoming a counsellor (therapist) : Personal philosphy on counselling

Over the next weeks I will mainly be rambling, swearing, yelling at the world via twitter @crpitt

Mini Me sort of

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Mon, 18 May 2009 00:41:00 +0000

Held Hostage

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Fri, 15 May 2009 23:29:00 +0000

Yeah this

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Fri, 15 May 2009 00:17:00 +0000

Personal Philiosophy on Counselling (sort of)

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Mon, 11 May 2009 23:38:00 +0000

Well hopefully this uploads okay, because I have wasted years of my life trying to post the ~~fucker~~ rather difficult thing.

It is my take on the Personal Philosophy assignment I was given in college. In which we were required to create a twenty minute presentation for our class group on our Personal Philosophy as it relates to counselling and counselling studies.

I hope it provides a insight into the internal process of my rambling mind, as I try to get to grips with various concepts and theories.It is also full of humour, doodles, analogies, metaphors and whatnots.

Counselling Personal Philosophy

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Please let me know what you think.

Celery Soup

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Thu, 07 May 2009 00:45:00 +0000

Personal Philiosophy on Counselling

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Thu, 07 May 2009 00:41:00 +0000

Whilst ~~fannying about~~ researching and typing up all things college like, I use twitter to sound out thoughts and ponderings about counselling and being a therapist/counsellor. Not sure if I am actually doing counselling/therapy any favours at all.....

Personal counselling philosophy of the day: Your therapist is the imodium to your emotional diarrhoea.

Personal philosophy of the day: Sometimes you need therapy like you need a colonic irrigation, shit builds up and you need help working it out.

My personal philosophy is....Life is full of potholes, pack a torch, rope and crampons, climb the fuck out and then get ready to do it all again.

At the moment I am reworking my 'personal philosophy on counselling' presentation and I thought I would add a splash or two of humour to the mix. Also I wanted to drop the F bomb into it just to see if anyone notices.It was meant to be done tonight in class, but the nervous and the technologically challenged went first. I like to pretend that I wasn't nervous at all, which was of course a wee fib and as we over ran I now have till Monday to rejig it.

I may even post it on here, if your really really good......

My big purple ball

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Sat, 02 May 2009 23:20:00 +0000

The Giant Purple Ball is now an essential part of my get fit for charity powerwalk, that is happening this June. I have not figure out how exactly its an essential part just yet, apart from the fact that I just knackered my arm out pumping up the bugger.

No panic here

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Fri, 01 May 2009 02:44:00 +0000

Cock Soup

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Fri, 01 May 2009 02:04:00 +0000

I couldn't resist buying some Cock Soup, after the mumborg suggested trying out some new soups. I don't think this was quite what she had in mind... heh.
It arrives tomorrow, so I may be having cock for lunch.

Happy Jempot Day

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 00:34:00 +0000

I am too ~~lazy~~ creative to just post a birthday card to my lovely sister Jemma, so I have declared it Happy Jempot Day over various social networks. Not that she actually uses anything other than facebook, but I know she will appreciate the gesture or something.

Something doesn't feel right

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 01:49:00 +0000

Who cares?

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Tue, 21 Apr 2009 01:20:00 +0000

The mumborg is finally feeling better, the IV antibiotics were producing a toxic effect, so she needed some anti sickness injections to stop those chundery feelings. The vacuum closure system has also been playing up, so the district nurse visits have been a bit longer, with dressing changes and extra injections. I have to say, that the district nurses have been really fantastic, super efficient and friendly. I don't know what happened last time we needed them, but it was not as pleasant. The black sponge you can see in the image above acts as a plug and makes sure no gunk escapes back into the wound. The tube you can see, takes the gunk to the machine seen in this post Blood and Gunk. The image below shows the PICC line, which is used for the IV antibiotics. The mumborg has informed me that I should inform the world that she now has to take 70 tablets daily, as well all the injections and IV stuff. (she also has become demanding about taking pictures of this wee little cut of hers, sheesh).

I decided it was about time I found out what support was out there for me 'The Carer', because it has become very apparent that if you don't look yourself, nobody is actually going to do anything for you.
After a frustrating few hours of trying to find the phone number of the local carers centre, I eventually sent off a random email in the hope that it would reach the right person, it did! It turned out that there is no actual centre in my town any more, but a centre in the next town covers my area and a whole lot more. The Princess Royal Trust for Carers has took over the centre and has secured funding for three years, which is great news! More info about them can be found here The Princess Royal Trust for Carer's .
What does a Carer's centre do? Well firstly they offer you drink and are really nice, well these ladies certainly were. I was already a bit flustered, as I had walked past the ruddy place three times, due to being a buffoon (heh). I am sure it was hidden from me at first, or I could just be a bit dim...(no need to answer that). So to be met by such nice folks was just lovely.
After I briefly explained my reasons for being there, which were 'I'm a carer' and 'I have no idea', I was sat down with a form and then one of the ladies sat with me and we went through it together. It was basically all about who you look after, what you do, how you feel and what you need help with. Once they have a better idea of your situation, then they can dish out the right advice.
At the moment, I need help with career advice and financial assistance for further training, so I was supplied with some great information and phone numbers. I will blog about that more after I have spoken to the folks in question, sometime this week. It sounds really promising though and it could be just what I needed help with. As well as benefit advice, it was also decided I needed some pampering, woot! So on Thursday I get to have my hair done and on Friday I am getting a facial and holistic massage, all free!
That is just a small sample of the advice and help they have to offer, now they have my contact details, they will check in on me every couple of weeks and keep me updated with any information relevant to my situation.
If you are a carer in the UK, I would strongly urge you to check out your local carers centre, even if you just want someone to chat to, Do it! Also check out Carer's UK.

and she's back

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 00:48:00 +0000

A lot of talk about teabagging today on the interwebs, so I thought I would join in. They meant tea bags didn't they? Anyhoo, can you guess which teabag is Yorkshire Tea and which is Lancashire Tea, from the selection above?

The mumborg returned yesterday, very grumpy and with a bug. She blew carrot chunks within minutes of being home, not nice at all. It was not due to me ~~forcing~~ encouraging her to eat food when she wasn't actually hungry... Well she got the last laugh on that matter anyways.
Her PICC line didn't need replacing after all, just re jigging, so at least that is sort of playing nice and should last the distance.The fart machine aka vacuum closure device is now playing up and sounds like a fart machine on crack, so district nurses have just popped back to fix it (1:47 am).

I will get around to that big fuck off massive humongous pile/heap of college work at some point, oh whats that shiny shiny object.....

Hello?

Whoops.

R.I.P Hammy

crpitt@gmail.com (Claire) — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 11:33:00 +0000

Hammy you were a delicious Ham, alas there is only just enough left for a sandwich and then you will be gone forever. Your brother/sister in the freezer will be smothered in extra honey and mustard next time and will be soaked overnight in the cider ( for extra nom nominess).
The mumborg was kept in yesterday after the A/E department deicded to spend hours coming to the same conclusion that was written on the notes she went in with. Yet again some of the staff in that department treat you like a naughty child and will not listen to anything you have to say. I think the mumborg needs a badge saying 'I have been coming here for over 20 years and I know what I am talking about'.
So at some point today they will try and put in another PICC line , which will no doubt prove tricky, then they should send her home. Once home she will continue her antibiotic therapy for another few weeks, if all goes well and then it will be back to physio.

Now I need to stop fannying about on here and do some ruddy college work.

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