So I have found my way around the new interface - you can tell I don't blog that much, eh! I think this interface changed at least 3 months ago. So, yes, my post is on my blog. And there was something else I wanted to add, but it has flown right out of my head. I am a butterfly, fluttering by, beautiful but short-lived. No, that's negative. Or is it? why do we all desperately want to live long, without necessarily living well? Why not just say, bugger this, I've had enough, let's see what's next? Surely death is our greatest adventure?
Anyway, that sort of rather scary philosophising is not what I actually wanted to talk about, which has now come back to me. Work. I am signed off for the month of December - at least it's a holiday month a lot. I hope to be back at work first half of January - this really is not a big intervention physically, although huge emotionally. But I am so angry at this bloody cancer coming along again now, just when I was starting to be effective again, just when I was starting to be appreciated again just when I was about, at last, to be promoted. Who is going to want to bet on someone who is going to get a new cancer problem every 2 years or so, or at unpredictable intervals require time off for treatment, and be emotionally undependable?
No-one, that's who.
Damn it.
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December 19, 2011
I'm not quite sure about this
I seem to have lost my blog. At least I think I have. And this may or may not be posting to it. I'm confused. When I log in, I can see posts from all the blogs I follow (the darling Tilling-sur-Aude most, of course!), but I cannot see mine. Where is it? Why am I being thwarted in this way? I could easily spiral into a 'life hates me' moment.
And ok, since today is the day that I go to hospital to have (probably) a lump of lung cut out, I could be somewhat justified about that attitude. I prefer to consider it as 'cancer loves me' - I'm a lovable sort of person, who can blame it? However, I do consider it to be selfish in demanding so much attention just at Christmas, which I had intended to spend with my parents, keeping them company and preventing my brother from feeling too guilty at not having them up at their place.
I am concerned about the food. Crimble is a time when one should be stuffing ones face and feeling far far too fed. I have stayed in hospital at weekends, when the staff is minimal: food is not good. And since I have a certain amount of special eating requirements, I could say, food is inedible except soup, which has the benefit of being wet and tasteless.
I cheer myself up from a conversation with a patient in the waiting room at this new hospital (Arnaud de Villeneuve, not been there before). He said the food there is great. Apparently they stole the catering staff from another place that was being closed down, and they do lots of lovely stuff, including pasta. Pasta I can eat. I am a highly gifted pasta-eater. Even if there's no sauce, as long as there's a bit of butter or olive oil, I can shovel it down. Also rice. I live in hope.
Now there's the phrase for the day. Live in hope.
Oh - one point. I might be rejected by the hospital, because as of Thursday evening I came down with a cold. I have drugged myself to the absolute max., including finding a few old anti-biotics for respiratory-tract infections in the cupboard; I took them as a precaution, because I could feel the tightness coming, and they definitely helped. But I didn't have enough, so today I am preventing snottiness with sprays and pills; and taking some anti-cough stuff, even though I'm not coughing; and I hope, hope, hope they don't decide I'm not in a fit state to operate. It is a dody situation. But I really do not want them to post-pone. Crimble in hospital n all, I'd rather get it over with and know where I'm at.
Oh wish me luck, everyone.
And ok, since today is the day that I go to hospital to have (probably) a lump of lung cut out, I could be somewhat justified about that attitude. I prefer to consider it as 'cancer loves me' - I'm a lovable sort of person, who can blame it? However, I do consider it to be selfish in demanding so much attention just at Christmas, which I had intended to spend with my parents, keeping them company and preventing my brother from feeling too guilty at not having them up at their place.
I am concerned about the food. Crimble is a time when one should be stuffing ones face and feeling far far too fed. I have stayed in hospital at weekends, when the staff is minimal: food is not good. And since I have a certain amount of special eating requirements, I could say, food is inedible except soup, which has the benefit of being wet and tasteless.
I cheer myself up from a conversation with a patient in the waiting room at this new hospital (Arnaud de Villeneuve, not been there before). He said the food there is great. Apparently they stole the catering staff from another place that was being closed down, and they do lots of lovely stuff, including pasta. Pasta I can eat. I am a highly gifted pasta-eater. Even if there's no sauce, as long as there's a bit of butter or olive oil, I can shovel it down. Also rice. I live in hope.
Now there's the phrase for the day. Live in hope.
Oh - one point. I might be rejected by the hospital, because as of Thursday evening I came down with a cold. I have drugged myself to the absolute max., including finding a few old anti-biotics for respiratory-tract infections in the cupboard; I took them as a precaution, because I could feel the tightness coming, and they definitely helped. But I didn't have enough, so today I am preventing snottiness with sprays and pills; and taking some anti-cough stuff, even though I'm not coughing; and I hope, hope, hope they don't decide I'm not in a fit state to operate. It is a dody situation. But I really do not want them to post-pone. Crimble in hospital n all, I'd rather get it over with and know where I'm at.
Oh wish me luck, everyone.
August 12, 2011
Bloggie de Riviere
Rather like Tilling sur Aude... a link to another franglais blog that all my franglais friends will enjoy, I'm sure!
http://sarahhague.blogspot.com/2011/08/ticking-of-old-office-clock.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FabhTR+%28St+Bloggie+de+Riviere%29
http://sarahhague.blogspot.com/2011/08/ticking-of-old-office-clock.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FabhTR+%28St+Bloggie+de+Riviere%29
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