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Jun. 15th, 2007 09:17 pmI got a letter from the cardiologist which was a copy of the one he's sent to my GP; he said he can't find anything wrong other than poor control of the atrial fibrillation and suggested increasing some of the medication I take. I've made an appointment to see my GP next week, when I shall discuss it with her, but I don't know whether I'm relieved or disappointed. Something must have made it deteriorate so suddenly. It happened on the 1st. December and it was so rare an occurrence that I noted it in my diary. I'd really like to know what made it deteriorate so suddenly. However, if yet further pills can help, I suppose that's better than nothing. After all, I only take 15 every morning, 1 after lunch time, 5 after dinner and another 5 at night!!
In the hope that it might help with the AF, would certainly help with the arthritis and probably with the dire beaties too, I've decided that much as I disapprove of diets I must try to lose some weight. I lost quite a lot when I had chemotherapy, but I've put it all back on again in the last six months when I've been hardly able even to walk. I remember that my Sis did wonders with WeightWatchers a few years ago and I'm wondering whether to join their online programme. It's a bit expensive though, what with the joining fee and everything. I wish they would let you have a look at the diet to see if you can put up with it before you sign up.
On Wednesday John and I went to Stoke on Trent to stay overnight and for me to attend a Community Transport Board Strategy meeting yesterday. After the first 20 minutes or so, Lucy boiled over. Fortunately we were right by the Angel of the North Services, so we pulled in there and spent 30 to 40 minutes gradually pouring water into the cooling system while running the engine. It took almost three litres!! We had to top it up again after a couple of hours driving.
The weather on the way down was the worst I've travelled in for over 30 years. It was terrifying. And when the weather wasn't making the journey frightening, the traffic jams were making it incredibly tedious.
The North Stafford Hotel was OK, although a little past its prime, but the evening meal was dire! There was no chance of going out and eating somewhere else because the rain was streaming down all evening. It didn't really matter, because we were so tired all we wanted to do was go to bed and watch TV. Fortunately the room was comfortable and the bathroom was clean and huge. The telephone didn't work though, and when I twice wanted to contact reception, I had to do so using my mobile phone to their external line. The problem was that the room was insufferably hot, but eventually we got a fan to cool us down a bit.
The meeting was pretty interesting, although one particular member drove us all mad because he didn't agree with something all the rest of us agreed with and he just would not shut up about it, even though we'd already minuted our approval. Not only that but he wouldn't wait for the Chairman to acknowledge him before he spoke and behaved generally like a pillock. He upset people who had spent months putting proposals together and irritated me almost beyond endurance. I was at the point of being extremely rude when the Chairman noticed some of us were about to lose it and called for a break. That's not like me at all. What really annoys me is that this particular man only comes to meetings occasionally and then whines about not being consulted!
Surprisingly, in view of the awful dinner and very average breakfast we'd had, the hotel provided a very nice hot buffet, so we all calmed down. The hotel was pretty good at providing tea and coffee, iced water and soft drinks throughout the meeting, too.
By 4.00 p.m. some of the staff who had been responsible for the proposals said that they felt totally demoralised and demotivated by what they saw as almost completely negative views expressed by the Board. This was all due to that one pillock who would not shut up his constant carping which had overshadowed all the nice things some of the rest of us had said. We managed to sort things out, but I could have screamed by the end of the afternoon, particularly as the chairs were so uncomfortable.
I always find this. Hotels spend a lot of money on their conference facilities and go to lots of trouble to help organisations with everything they need, but they always buy beautiful-looking conference chairs which are agonising after a couple of hours.
While we were suffering all this agony, John was exploring the various military museums in the area.
The AA estimates that the journey home should take about three and a half hours. We left at 4.20pm and drove home through weather equally as bad as on the way down. Only the traffic jams were slightly shorter, but we had to stop a couple of times to top up Lucy's radiator and we still didn't get home until 8.50pm, where we found a distinct lack of things to eat and NO BREAD! We weren't pleased.
It's rained all day again today, so I've been unable to do anything in the yard. I simply haven't dared look at all my poor plants on the garden table, they've probably been dashed to pieces, but I see, through the kitchen window, that the runner beans seem to have liked the weather and are growing like billy-oh, twining their way up the sticks. Hurrah!
I was supposed to take the cats to the vet for their booster shots and their annual MOT this afternoon, but I phoned the vet and changed it to next Tuesday because I felt too woozy to round up the cats, wrestle them into a submission, box them up and drive to the vet.
I was rather alarmed to see on the TV news many of the places we had been near yesterday under feet of water today.
I've spent a lot of time today trying to find a hat for the wedding; there are simply thousands upon thousands on ebay. I can't decide between an apple green organza confection and a raspberry pink straw. Decisions! Decisions!
In the hope that it might help with the AF, would certainly help with the arthritis and probably with the dire beaties too, I've decided that much as I disapprove of diets I must try to lose some weight. I lost quite a lot when I had chemotherapy, but I've put it all back on again in the last six months when I've been hardly able even to walk. I remember that my Sis did wonders with WeightWatchers a few years ago and I'm wondering whether to join their online programme. It's a bit expensive though, what with the joining fee and everything. I wish they would let you have a look at the diet to see if you can put up with it before you sign up.
On Wednesday John and I went to Stoke on Trent to stay overnight and for me to attend a Community Transport Board Strategy meeting yesterday. After the first 20 minutes or so, Lucy boiled over. Fortunately we were right by the Angel of the North Services, so we pulled in there and spent 30 to 40 minutes gradually pouring water into the cooling system while running the engine. It took almost three litres!! We had to top it up again after a couple of hours driving.
The weather on the way down was the worst I've travelled in for over 30 years. It was terrifying. And when the weather wasn't making the journey frightening, the traffic jams were making it incredibly tedious.
The North Stafford Hotel was OK, although a little past its prime, but the evening meal was dire! There was no chance of going out and eating somewhere else because the rain was streaming down all evening. It didn't really matter, because we were so tired all we wanted to do was go to bed and watch TV. Fortunately the room was comfortable and the bathroom was clean and huge. The telephone didn't work though, and when I twice wanted to contact reception, I had to do so using my mobile phone to their external line. The problem was that the room was insufferably hot, but eventually we got a fan to cool us down a bit.
The meeting was pretty interesting, although one particular member drove us all mad because he didn't agree with something all the rest of us agreed with and he just would not shut up about it, even though we'd already minuted our approval. Not only that but he wouldn't wait for the Chairman to acknowledge him before he spoke and behaved generally like a pillock. He upset people who had spent months putting proposals together and irritated me almost beyond endurance. I was at the point of being extremely rude when the Chairman noticed some of us were about to lose it and called for a break. That's not like me at all. What really annoys me is that this particular man only comes to meetings occasionally and then whines about not being consulted!
Surprisingly, in view of the awful dinner and very average breakfast we'd had, the hotel provided a very nice hot buffet, so we all calmed down. The hotel was pretty good at providing tea and coffee, iced water and soft drinks throughout the meeting, too.
By 4.00 p.m. some of the staff who had been responsible for the proposals said that they felt totally demoralised and demotivated by what they saw as almost completely negative views expressed by the Board. This was all due to that one pillock who would not shut up his constant carping which had overshadowed all the nice things some of the rest of us had said. We managed to sort things out, but I could have screamed by the end of the afternoon, particularly as the chairs were so uncomfortable.
I always find this. Hotels spend a lot of money on their conference facilities and go to lots of trouble to help organisations with everything they need, but they always buy beautiful-looking conference chairs which are agonising after a couple of hours.
While we were suffering all this agony, John was exploring the various military museums in the area.
The AA estimates that the journey home should take about three and a half hours. We left at 4.20pm and drove home through weather equally as bad as on the way down. Only the traffic jams were slightly shorter, but we had to stop a couple of times to top up Lucy's radiator and we still didn't get home until 8.50pm, where we found a distinct lack of things to eat and NO BREAD! We weren't pleased.
It's rained all day again today, so I've been unable to do anything in the yard. I simply haven't dared look at all my poor plants on the garden table, they've probably been dashed to pieces, but I see, through the kitchen window, that the runner beans seem to have liked the weather and are growing like billy-oh, twining their way up the sticks. Hurrah!
I was supposed to take the cats to the vet for their booster shots and their annual MOT this afternoon, but I phoned the vet and changed it to next Tuesday because I felt too woozy to round up the cats, wrestle them into a submission, box them up and drive to the vet.
I was rather alarmed to see on the TV news many of the places we had been near yesterday under feet of water today.
I've spent a lot of time today trying to find a hat for the wedding; there are simply thousands upon thousands on ebay. I can't decide between an apple green organza confection and a raspberry pink straw. Decisions! Decisions!
