It's been another tough year, so I can't say I'll be sorry to see the end of it -- I won't be.
Christmas doesn't get any easier, and I still have tonight to get through yet.
That's not going to a walk in the park, especially without even a glass of red wine to soften the edges a bit.
I don't know what to say about it all really; I've tried the 'things can only get better' approach; the 'this year will be better' approach; the 'I don't give a flying fuck' approach.
I think I'll just keep my head down this year.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
It's my party...
... and all the drinks will be non-alcoholic.
I've often wondered what it would be like to be told 'One more drink could kill you.'
Now I know.
According to the consultant, a liqueur chocolate could be enough to land me in the hospital; a small sherry could land me in the mortuary. So I won't be hitting the Gordons this Christmas.
Apparently the pain I was in in July/August was pancreatitis, and I was lucky it went away so quietly. Next time I might not be so lucky.
So now I am psyching myself up for an imminent MRI scan, to see if they can risk leaving my operation for another two months. Otherwise I shall be in the hospital sooner rather than later.
Not quite how I planned on seeing out the year, but then things never do turn out how I plan them.
There's a lesson to be learned in there somewhere, I'm sure.
I've often wondered what it would be like to be told 'One more drink could kill you.'
Now I know.
According to the consultant, a liqueur chocolate could be enough to land me in the hospital; a small sherry could land me in the mortuary. So I won't be hitting the Gordons this Christmas.
Apparently the pain I was in in July/August was pancreatitis, and I was lucky it went away so quietly. Next time I might not be so lucky.
So now I am psyching myself up for an imminent MRI scan, to see if they can risk leaving my operation for another two months. Otherwise I shall be in the hospital sooner rather than later.
Not quite how I planned on seeing out the year, but then things never do turn out how I plan them.
There's a lesson to be learned in there somewhere, I'm sure.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Winter
It's so cold here, I can't ever seem to get warm.
It doesn't help that I don't really have any proper heating.
I can't sleep at night, it's so cold. It has to snow soon; usually it warms up a bit when it snows.
Three jumpers and a jacket and socks and boots and mittens indoors is too much.
***
Back to hospital for some results next week.
***
And we're not doing Christmas.
Not after last year.
Only a stubborn daughter number one and an ambulance man's dislike of paperwork kept me out of hospital; the police would have had me locked up faster than you could have said 'padded cell.'
So no Christmas.
Just another Tuesday in this house.
Another cold, cold, Tuesday, with not a turkey to be seen.
It doesn't help that I don't really have any proper heating.
I can't sleep at night, it's so cold. It has to snow soon; usually it warms up a bit when it snows.
Three jumpers and a jacket and socks and boots and mittens indoors is too much.
***
Back to hospital for some results next week.
***
And we're not doing Christmas.
Not after last year.
Only a stubborn daughter number one and an ambulance man's dislike of paperwork kept me out of hospital; the police would have had me locked up faster than you could have said 'padded cell.'
So no Christmas.
Just another Tuesday in this house.
Another cold, cold, Tuesday, with not a turkey to be seen.
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