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Keys tonight. Keys tonight. And that's pretty much dominating my thoughts. And so it should. Soon the hunt shall be over. Well it's really been over since last week. I guess with the hunting metephor, it's just taken me 7 days to go over to the quarry I've just hunted to get it. Actually I had to wait for the people living in my quarry to vacate it before I could then claim it as my own, and move my own crap into it.

Hmmmm that metaphor, like all, breaks down in the end.

Anyway keys tonight. And we'll have power and a phone number and all sorts of exciting things by the end of the day.
shamo: (Cartman)
For some time now we've been looking at houses. As many of you know. I wanted to tell you about one of our less pleasant experiences.

So yeah the interaction with RUN goes a little something like this:
shamo: (MONKEY!)
This will probably be my last entry from this internet connection.

Ave atque Vale Brunswick Road......
shamo: (Kim Jong Ill)
It's a no go, it's official.... bugger. Back to the drawing board.
shamo: (Cartman)
Grrrrr..... we have a house application in. The house is no longer being advertised. We have had no word from anyone in regards to it....... grrrrrr...... Kind of worrying. I may be over-reacting, could be that they've taken it off the web while they consider applications..... We looked at it on Saturday, and applied that afternoon via fax. I've tried to confirm that it was received, but I left 2 voice mail messages and got no reply.... I don't know what ot make of it. Grrrr....


Feb. 26th, 2006 07:40 am
shamo: (Evil Homer)
Hey, I'm out, I'm free. I have a sore sore arse. But now it doesn't have any nasty, potential abscess forming in grown hairs in it. At the moment my activities include: trying to get comfortable while sitting down. Trying to get comfortable while in bed. Trying to get comfortable while standing up. Failing to ever get comfortable is the best bit. I'm not going to go into too much detail, but there's a chunk of me that isn't there anymore, and at the moment, the hole's being held together by sutures. And every time I move, they move.... ow.

I'm also not able to have a proper shower until they come out (which is due to be on Wednesday). I've got a bit of gauze literally stitched into me until then. Nonetheless I'm still trying to be semi productive. All up it's not that bad, I have to take pain killers to get to bed, and stay off my back.

The experience was strange - being knocked out and stuff. I didn't nod off, or drift away or anything. Once I had the catheter in my hand, I literally was in the theatre. Next thing I new, I was in the recovery area with an oxygen mask over my face. They gave me a general for the op, and a local for the site of the operation, so it didn't hurt much at all. But everything was hassle free. I guess it's gone as well as can be expected.

As for the hospital dramas with [profile] alleycat04, well they were fun. But they were pretty good about it in the hospital, as soon as they realised they can't believe a word [profile] alleycat04 said. As she was coming out of it, she told some whopper lies (along the lines of 'I'm fine' and 'I don't have epilepsy' etc etc....) in an attempt to get out of hospitals. Hospitals are probably her least favorite thing on earth. I was telling the nurse that when I finally got down there, she was probably going to hit me for taking so long..... But I couldn't leave untill mum was there.... I got updates on her condition, was told that she was asking for me, at one stage they were going to wheel me to emergency (wheel me? Bugger off I could walk). I was worried, but she was in good hands, and hogging all my attention. I really didn't know what to do when it all started. It was hard for me to get up and fetch someone, but I was just about to do that when a nurse came back into the room. She called for help, and the situation was under control in a flash. They had oxygen masks on her, and heart rate monitors (man her heart was going berserk), doctors asking me about her condition.... they swung into action with a snap of the fingers, and carted her off to emergency. And after that there wasn't anything I could do, but beleive she was in good hands....

So I sat there, drank apple juice on tap, lots of sandwiches and the odd cup of tea. The nurses were great, mum came running as soon as she could, and by the time we got down there, [profile] allyecat04 was back with us. She drove me back, and now I just have to rest up. I've got at least 1 week off work, might need another one, we'll have to see how it all goes. In the meantime restricted mobility, bed rest and pain killers (mmmm pain killers). And all will be well. We owe mum at least 1 cake after that too - she shot over to Box Hill from Brunswick when I called her.

Oh we applied for a house yesterday too, so it's not like I'm being totally unproductive :). Going to move less today though....


Feb. 21st, 2006 06:58 pm
shamo: (Kim Jong Ill)
So..... long.... since..... last..... post.....

So.... much.... information....

ah bugger it.
This is life:

Looking for a house (still)
Organsing Omniprop crap (still)
Working (still - it takes up 38 hours a week you know)
Getting an operation on Friday (that's kinda new)
Posting official things about the debate in SIC and on the web (Rin's going to put it on the web for me. And Christina is doing SIC)
Working out the administration of my divorce - lovely word that
Preparing myself for another earth quacking transition in my life, which sometimes scares me, but generally just excites me. It's gonna be great.
Finding the time to tell [ profile] alleycat04 that I love her

And that's that....

I know there's other stuff.


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