Thursday, September 24, 2009

Eeehhhhhhhhhhhh..............

That pretty much covers the whole thing.

My allergies are acting up, so I feel lousy. Since we got home at the start of the month, we have had 3 rain-free days, otherwise it has bucketed down.

Idiot is still there - but we got the RO through, so hopefully that will help.

The Housing Authority are dragging their heels on moving him, or us (I don't care, I really don't), and have recently sent the Little Family a letter saying their application for a house had been cancelled. Due to no contact, even though Miss23 had been in the week before, and spoken to someone (I was there!) Tossers!

I go on Monday to apply for scholarships for Uni (Eeeeeeee!) and sort out what exactly will be required of me for the course. Mr20 has applied for a place in Law, which is at the other end of the island, but that's ok, it's time.

Mr14, well, he is 14.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

The hip...........

............ is sounding more scary the more information we get.

The Mister and I went to the GP this week for investigations - she was honest enough to say that she knows very little about them, but was happy to ask her husband (a retired ortho surgeon) to look for information on both types, and make an appointment for us to get a 2nd opinion.

Infection is the biggest risk, as with any major surgery, and the local hospital is truly scary for it. Not to mention that of the 4 people I know who have had hips done in the past 2 years, 2 are going great guns, 1 is dead due to infection, and the other has had to go back in for 'adjustments'.

The recovery time is anywhere from 6 weeks to several months. I am not looking forward to that at all, he is cranky enough now. But the end result will (hopefully) be worth it. Hopefully.

A touch peeved...........

.......... just a touch you understand. Actually, monumentally pissed would be a better phrase.

The Mister and I went for a (much needed, and equally deserved) month away - we saved and went without for 4 years to do it (if it all fell apart, that was my Moving Fund). Before we left, I set up bill payments, everything from rent to the phone, all getting taken care of. The fridge, freezers and cupboards were stocked to bursting with food. Cleaning products and toiletries were stocked up, with backups just in case, and we still have the backups. I also still have a supply of dog food, the same stuff I bought before we went away.

Mr20 had $200 to buy school lunch makings for himself and Mr14. Mr24 & Miss23 had their board to buy groceries. That's $500 for a month, if we are being technical, even though they had a 2 week supply laid in.

The cupboards (and fridge, and freezers) are like Mother Hubbard's. They got paid on Thursday, I got back Sunday, and on Monday had to go buy groceries to get us through til I got back to work, and got paid.

So yeah, I am mad as Hell about that. The Mister isn't overly impressed either. And rather glad that I have this blog to rant at, as I know I am being a bit over-the-top, and no-one In the Real World would want to listen to me.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

A Sunny Day..............

............. so Mouse and I went for a walk to the greengrocer. And I introduced him to the plants in the garden, taking his mittens (he scratches himself) off, and touching his hand to the plant. He had a lovely time bashing the callistomen!

The sun has been out today, and so I went for a 2nd walk. Running is out - the ground where I want to run is too damn wet, and I will not run on tarmac or concrete, my knees would never forgive me.

Went back to work Thursday and Friday for a couple of short shifts - nice and cruisy.

Still have to get my UTAS scholarship application sorted, might give JS a bell this week to make an appointment.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Best laid plans and the like.....................

Ok, so, we are pushing back the whole makeup every day, and dress every day thing to next week.

We got home Sunday afternoon, and came out on Monday morning to our 'Welcome Home' from the nutjob. Thanks! So 2 days were spent dealing with that, and today was spent doing the stuff I was meant to do the pat 2 days.

Back to work tomorrow, so I will at least manage e/l.

The Mister and I have been fighting non-stop the past 3 mornings - up at 4, fight, then breakfast at 7.

Hopefully that will settle down now, I think the worst of the crash is over.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Heading back tomorrow.........

........... and on the one hand I am excited (see the children) and on the other not (all the wonderful people here, and the mountains). But we will be back.

Thanks to my woeful kidney (cracked up the other week) I missed my chance to see the Bellagio ceiling, as flying was definitely out of the question. I am now on a no dairy, no caffeine, no sugar, no alcohol, avoid salt and fats where possible diet. No, not a 'diet' diet, this is how I have to eat for the rest of my life. Minimum 3 litres of water a day. *sigh*

On the up side, I have lost an inch off my tyre - I know this by the way my shirt looks on me. This is due to the whole avoiding certain foods things. When we get home I will be starting up running again, or at least, jumping on the exercise machine in the lounge. It all depends on the weather. Raining, on the machine. Not raining; out running.

This eating plan is my idea, the doctor I spoke to backed me, as he (and every other doctor I have ever seen) has NFI what is wrong with me. The general consensus is that they will give it a 19th Century name, and leave it at that. I am allowing exceptions:

My mother's wedding. 1 glass champagne and whatever I want to eat.

Karen's wedding. 1 glass of champagne and whatever I want to eat.

My children's milestones; 18ths, 21sts, babies arriving, engagements and weddings, same deal.

If I am at someone's home, and they have gone to the trouble of preparing a meal, with dairy or whatever in it, I will eat it. Store-bought no. Homemade, yes.

I got an email from UTAS today, it seems that the Business course I wanted to do is being shifted to Hobart from next year - which will make doing it rather more challenging. As anything to do with Business is going to be challenging enough, I am looking at doing Regional Resource Management, which is available only at the campus closest to me (still 90 minutes each way by bus), and has components of Tourism in it, along with a truckload of business subjects. So that may be the way to go.

In terms of my mental health, I am 99% sure I am going to hit a bump when we get back, The Mister did last time, and I am pretty sure I will too. This place grabs you, and it doesn't like to let go.

My relationship with said Mister is much better here, he is like the man I fell in love with - I think it is almost purely environmental. His moodiness and general depression that is. I am somehow not surprised. I hope it carries over once we are back, but am not overly optimistic. At least I know he is still in there. There is hope.

The shopping here is great, but I didn't go too bonkers. I got a bit of B&BW Warm Vanilla Sugar stuff, a pair of shoes (Kenneth Cole), a pair of jeans (Bitten by SJP), a random T-shirt, and 6 eyeliners (2 M.A.C. and 4 Sephora brand). Mr14 did really well - 6 T-shirts, 2 pairs of shorts, a pair of jeans and a truckload of candy.

To help me get over the inevitable bump, I have a plan:

'Dress' at least a little every day - rather than living in trackpants.

Wear some form of makeup 5 days a week, even if it's just clear mascara.

Do something with my hair every day, even if it's just a pony with a quiff.

Take some 'me' time every single week. A couple of hours minimum.

Keep on top of maintenance - hair every 6 weeks, brows every 3. Always.

Get back into exercising.

This is a long-term plan. I am thinking that if I do this, it will help me beat this accursed depression. I am tired of dealing with it every damn day. And I will beat it. Because there is no other option.