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Dec. 6th, 2007 09:17 pmJohn drove me to Halifax yesterday and while I was in my meeting he went to the Museum of Industry in Bradford.
I was sad to hear that a fellow Trustee and committee member is lying in a coma in a hospital in Tenerife. Apparently he was taken ill just as he was about to embark on a cruise. Isn't that just typical? It couldn't wait till after the holiday! Poor Brian!
We had a productive but long and exhausting meeting and John enjoyed his museum. The trouble is, on such days I spend so much time sitting in one position, both in the car on the journey back and forth, as well as the four hours for the meeting, that I'm usually stiff the following day. I'm actually not too bad as it happens, but I am completely zorsted!
I've done nothing at all today except sleep late, listen to the radio, make a cake, type a couple of invoices and make the soup for this evening's dinner. It was lentil and bacon soup and this time I soaked the lentils and split peas for several hours before making it in the hope that it might reduce the megafarts it gave me last time we had it. It was suggested to me that the soaking might help as might the addition of a little assafoetida, but I didn't have any of that, mistakenly thinking I had some which actually turned out to be tamarind. It was absolutely delicious with freshly baked rolls! And we followed it with a slice of the sponge cake I made sandwiched with strawberry preserve, a tiny slice for me, a medium slice for John and one large and another small slice for Charles.
There was a letter from the hospital when I got home yesterday giving me an appointment for a CT scan next Wednesday. The letter also stated that if I was taking Metformin I was to let the hospital know as soon as possible, so I phoned them today and was told not to take it on the day of the scan or the following day. I've absolutely no idea why.
I don't remember Dr. Adams saying I was to have a CT scan, but he's on the letter as the referring clinician, so I suppose he must have done. Maybe he said "Computed Tomography scan" which would explain why I didn't know, but I've no idea really.
I can't say I like the idea of lying in a narrow tube for 30 minutes while the machine takes photos of slices of me, but I shall just have to be brave and not give in to claustrophobia. At least I shall be going in feet first for a chest scan. The worst thing will be having to lie still with my arms above my head. I wonder if they strap you down? I do hope it gives some clues as to what is wrong with me; I really don't want to be like this for the rest of my life!
I don't know what's got into the cats. They were fed at 7.00 pm as usual and after I'd watched Deep Space Nine I went back into the kitchen to find that they'd hardly eaten any of it, but had all thrown this messy jellied cat food all over the kitchen floor. Spoiled brats!
Morgan has been very sweet to me today. I think he must have missed me yesterday. He's been demanding cuddles and snuggles all day. At present he's asleep between the keyboard and the monitor.
He has a very endearing little habit which I've never seen in a cat before. Most cats like to nuzzle and knead when they're little, but Phoebe was past that stage when we got her. Bramble did it but used to suck my neck at the same time, which could get a bit icky. Morgan, however, likes to lie on my chest, or Charles' chest, kneading very gently with one paw while he noisily sucks the "thumb" of the other paw, purring like a turbo-diesel all the while. Every so often he changes paws. It's just sooo cute! I do wish he would stay a kitten.
My hair is such a mess! I really need a haircut, but I've been putting it off as long as possible to save money. I shall have to give in and make an appointment for next week, though, because I'm starting to look like a Mad Old Bat again. I just wish it wasn't so expensive. I can't understand why John can get his hair cut and his ears and beard trimmed for £6, when it costs me over £30 to have just my hair shampooed, cut and blow-dried, even if the girl is such a superb stylist! It can't take that much longer than his does.
I've just realised that it's only two and a half weeks till Christmas and everyone will be wanting their hair done, so I hope I'm able to get an appointment and haven't left it too late. Aaaaaargh! Panic!
I must leave myself a note to do the labels for Christmas cards tomorrow. I just hope some of my Amazon order arrives tomorrow so that I can start wrapping presents early; I hate leaving it all till last minute on Christmas Eve. In any case, one of the things I've ordered is for Charles' birthday on the 17th.. I can't believe that tomorrow is 7th. December. Where does the time go?
Oooo! I must add postage stamps to that list.................
I was sad to hear that a fellow Trustee and committee member is lying in a coma in a hospital in Tenerife. Apparently he was taken ill just as he was about to embark on a cruise. Isn't that just typical? It couldn't wait till after the holiday! Poor Brian!
We had a productive but long and exhausting meeting and John enjoyed his museum. The trouble is, on such days I spend so much time sitting in one position, both in the car on the journey back and forth, as well as the four hours for the meeting, that I'm usually stiff the following day. I'm actually not too bad as it happens, but I am completely zorsted!
I've done nothing at all today except sleep late, listen to the radio, make a cake, type a couple of invoices and make the soup for this evening's dinner. It was lentil and bacon soup and this time I soaked the lentils and split peas for several hours before making it in the hope that it might reduce the megafarts it gave me last time we had it. It was suggested to me that the soaking might help as might the addition of a little assafoetida, but I didn't have any of that, mistakenly thinking I had some which actually turned out to be tamarind. It was absolutely delicious with freshly baked rolls! And we followed it with a slice of the sponge cake I made sandwiched with strawberry preserve, a tiny slice for me, a medium slice for John and one large and another small slice for Charles.
There was a letter from the hospital when I got home yesterday giving me an appointment for a CT scan next Wednesday. The letter also stated that if I was taking Metformin I was to let the hospital know as soon as possible, so I phoned them today and was told not to take it on the day of the scan or the following day. I've absolutely no idea why.
I don't remember Dr. Adams saying I was to have a CT scan, but he's on the letter as the referring clinician, so I suppose he must have done. Maybe he said "Computed Tomography scan" which would explain why I didn't know, but I've no idea really.
I can't say I like the idea of lying in a narrow tube for 30 minutes while the machine takes photos of slices of me, but I shall just have to be brave and not give in to claustrophobia. At least I shall be going in feet first for a chest scan. The worst thing will be having to lie still with my arms above my head. I wonder if they strap you down? I do hope it gives some clues as to what is wrong with me; I really don't want to be like this for the rest of my life!
I don't know what's got into the cats. They were fed at 7.00 pm as usual and after I'd watched Deep Space Nine I went back into the kitchen to find that they'd hardly eaten any of it, but had all thrown this messy jellied cat food all over the kitchen floor. Spoiled brats!
Morgan has been very sweet to me today. I think he must have missed me yesterday. He's been demanding cuddles and snuggles all day. At present he's asleep between the keyboard and the monitor.
He has a very endearing little habit which I've never seen in a cat before. Most cats like to nuzzle and knead when they're little, but Phoebe was past that stage when we got her. Bramble did it but used to suck my neck at the same time, which could get a bit icky. Morgan, however, likes to lie on my chest, or Charles' chest, kneading very gently with one paw while he noisily sucks the "thumb" of the other paw, purring like a turbo-diesel all the while. Every so often he changes paws. It's just sooo cute! I do wish he would stay a kitten.
My hair is such a mess! I really need a haircut, but I've been putting it off as long as possible to save money. I shall have to give in and make an appointment for next week, though, because I'm starting to look like a Mad Old Bat again. I just wish it wasn't so expensive. I can't understand why John can get his hair cut and his ears and beard trimmed for £6, when it costs me over £30 to have just my hair shampooed, cut and blow-dried, even if the girl is such a superb stylist! It can't take that much longer than his does.
I've just realised that it's only two and a half weeks till Christmas and everyone will be wanting their hair done, so I hope I'm able to get an appointment and haven't left it too late. Aaaaaargh! Panic!
I must leave myself a note to do the labels for Christmas cards tomorrow. I just hope some of my Amazon order arrives tomorrow so that I can start wrapping presents early; I hate leaving it all till last minute on Christmas Eve. In any case, one of the things I've ordered is for Charles' birthday on the 17th.. I can't believe that tomorrow is 7th. December. Where does the time go?
Oooo! I must add postage stamps to that list.................
