My kingdom for a cold change ...
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It is stinking hot here in Sydney, again. Which is unfair, because we the few decent days we've had recently were all workdays. A moderate weekend, is it too much to ask? Happily a cold change is promised tonight. Fingers crossed!
The hugely sweet and very thoughtful
arineat is running an h/d anon love meme over at her journal and I have had loads of fun this afternoon leaving bits of love for loads of people. I'm still only halfway through, but I had to stop for today because being sick makes me profoundly tired and therefore a bit useless. Darling
lokifan has a list of links to particular names here for your loving ease. Er, I meant that less pervily than it sounds. Go and cheer some people up!
A lovely person left a thread for me (thank you!) and one comment has me thinking. It was a kind comment, but said in passing that we used to be friends but aren't any more and that person wonders what happened. To which I have to say: probably nothing! We probably still are in my head!
I don't tend to defriend people, even those who defriend me, so if I did defriend you, it's almost certainly an accident. And if we used to chat a lot and no longer do, that's just because I practically never have time to chat these days, and especially not at the moment, alas. I am well behind with my RL friends, and online ones are generally prioritised just behind my RL nearest and dearest for the simple reason that you are less likely to turn up on my doorstep and shake your head at me in a disappointed though understanding fashion. (My friends who just ring now and then to say 'God you're crap!' are the ones who know me best ...)
It's also possible that I just flaked halfway through an ongoing conversation. I hate to say it, but this is one of my flaws. I inherited it from my parents (both giant flakes), and although I struggle against it, whenever I have too much on, I tend to forget things that I was in the middle of. I've always been bad at this, and since the taxi to the head incident, I'm worse. Sometimes I legitimately think we spoke just the other day, only to find out it was six months ago. I'm having to knit a new hat for
oceaxe 's baby, because I realised that having not posted her parcel for what I thought was a fortnight, I have now left it so long that the original hat will be too small for the growing baby.
So please be assured that it's almost certainly me, not you! This is why I live with Mr Brammers the staggeringly oblivious, because he can cope with my attention span of a mayfly when it comes to things that are not words, craft or gardening. Which reminds me that I owe three emails and four PMs to people on my flist ... and it's after 2am. Buggeration ...
The reason I am mostly physically and almost wholly mentally absent at the moment is that I inherited more than flakiness from my mother, I also inherited her dodgy gallbladder. You would not believe how annoyed I am about this. Could it not have been her dainty narrow feet?
It's particularly galling* because I believe I am invincible. This is demonstrably untrue, but every single other malady I have ever had has an obvious cause -- catching planes with sick people, eating cheese by accident, cycling in Sydney -- and I just get better afterwards. This bugger seemed to come out of nowhere, though, looking back, much of the generalised malaise of late can be explained away by this one cause rather than the chronic sleep deprivation I had ascribed it to.
Naturally I discovered it with high drama, spending last Tuesday night waking around clutching a hot water bottle to my side and grumping -- less from the pain, which wasn't that bad, really, and more from the lack of sleep, because I was already eight years behind. Wednesday was the festival of scanning and prodding, with follow-ups on Thursday. In good news, I am almost entirely perfectly healthy. Save for the gallstones. Which are multiple but well behaved.
And look, compared to everything else that could have been, this is by far the best option. Moreover, all those tests were otherwise very encouraging: my liver is splendid, my kidneys exemplary, my aorta a thing of beauty, my blood very good on the short work-up, though we are waiting for the more exciting results this Wednesday, and my blood pressure the type that suggests I ought to be saving more for a very long retirement.
Although I have to say that it would all be a little bit easier to deal with had my chocolate and ice-cream comsumption been high enough to have brought this on myself, rather, as seems the case, being the victim of bad luck and genetics. And it would have been nice to know in advance that being pale, a woman, over 40, with a family history of long fertility and a mother who had gallstones, I should be keeping an eye out for warning signs. And what those warning signs were ...
It's just ... annoying. And middle-aged. And I haven't been able to run or dance all week but have just been having epic nanna naps instead. And I cannot eat any fat! Which will do wonders for getting me down to ballet weight from my current 1950s Italian curves, but means no chocolate, no ice-cream and no hummus. Thank goodness I adore fruit, vegetables and salmon -- which is apparently The Thing. The alternative is surgery, but I loathe hospitals and would like to keep my remaining bits as intact as possible -- too many emergency modifications over the years, I am through with surgery, unless it's unavoidable!
So, I apologise in advance, but I will be extra flakey for the next little while, as I am now behind on everything I cannot afford to be behind on at this time of year in magland, and the housework needs addressing, at the same time as I suddenly have to start cooking almost all of my meals rather than relying on the hundreds of restaurants and cafes nearby -- in which I can be sure of finding a suitable meal in at about six. At least that should help with the retirement savings ...
Obviously, the first thing I did aside from being poked and prodded and having a good long sleep was went and bought a stack of books to cheer myself up. And then I thought, what would my flist do? So I also bought shoes.
No sympathy is required, helpful tips are welcome, and no, I have not told my mum it's her fault, because this month is already set aside for her scandalising me with her infant girlfriend (I strongly suspect she is still in her 20s) at her (Mum's) birthday party next weekend (plus the American girlfriend, and the two ex-girlfriends she is now seeing again, and somewhere between one and three others, I tuned out for a second and couldn't backtrack over that part of the conversation**). She has been looking forward to my comedic tutting at her wantoness for months, so this will have to wait until March.
* You would not believe how often I have made that bad joke this week. Actually, you would.
** How she keeps track of that many names is utterly beyond me!
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A lovely person left a thread for me (thank you!) and one comment has me thinking. It was a kind comment, but said in passing that we used to be friends but aren't any more and that person wonders what happened. To which I have to say: probably nothing! We probably still are in my head!
I don't tend to defriend people, even those who defriend me, so if I did defriend you, it's almost certainly an accident. And if we used to chat a lot and no longer do, that's just because I practically never have time to chat these days, and especially not at the moment, alas. I am well behind with my RL friends, and online ones are generally prioritised just behind my RL nearest and dearest for the simple reason that you are less likely to turn up on my doorstep and shake your head at me in a disappointed though understanding fashion. (My friends who just ring now and then to say 'God you're crap!' are the ones who know me best ...)
It's also possible that I just flaked halfway through an ongoing conversation. I hate to say it, but this is one of my flaws. I inherited it from my parents (both giant flakes), and although I struggle against it, whenever I have too much on, I tend to forget things that I was in the middle of. I've always been bad at this, and since the taxi to the head incident, I'm worse. Sometimes I legitimately think we spoke just the other day, only to find out it was six months ago. I'm having to knit a new hat for
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So please be assured that it's almost certainly me, not you! This is why I live with Mr Brammers the staggeringly oblivious, because he can cope with my attention span of a mayfly when it comes to things that are not words, craft or gardening. Which reminds me that I owe three emails and four PMs to people on my flist ... and it's after 2am. Buggeration ...
The reason I am mostly physically and almost wholly mentally absent at the moment is that I inherited more than flakiness from my mother, I also inherited her dodgy gallbladder. You would not believe how annoyed I am about this. Could it not have been her dainty narrow feet?
It's particularly galling* because I believe I am invincible. This is demonstrably untrue, but every single other malady I have ever had has an obvious cause -- catching planes with sick people, eating cheese by accident, cycling in Sydney -- and I just get better afterwards. This bugger seemed to come out of nowhere, though, looking back, much of the generalised malaise of late can be explained away by this one cause rather than the chronic sleep deprivation I had ascribed it to.
Naturally I discovered it with high drama, spending last Tuesday night waking around clutching a hot water bottle to my side and grumping -- less from the pain, which wasn't that bad, really, and more from the lack of sleep, because I was already eight years behind. Wednesday was the festival of scanning and prodding, with follow-ups on Thursday. In good news, I am almost entirely perfectly healthy. Save for the gallstones. Which are multiple but well behaved.
And look, compared to everything else that could have been, this is by far the best option. Moreover, all those tests were otherwise very encouraging: my liver is splendid, my kidneys exemplary, my aorta a thing of beauty, my blood very good on the short work-up, though we are waiting for the more exciting results this Wednesday, and my blood pressure the type that suggests I ought to be saving more for a very long retirement.
Although I have to say that it would all be a little bit easier to deal with had my chocolate and ice-cream comsumption been high enough to have brought this on myself, rather, as seems the case, being the victim of bad luck and genetics. And it would have been nice to know in advance that being pale, a woman, over 40, with a family history of long fertility and a mother who had gallstones, I should be keeping an eye out for warning signs. And what those warning signs were ...
It's just ... annoying. And middle-aged. And I haven't been able to run or dance all week but have just been having epic nanna naps instead. And I cannot eat any fat! Which will do wonders for getting me down to ballet weight from my current 1950s Italian curves, but means no chocolate, no ice-cream and no hummus. Thank goodness I adore fruit, vegetables and salmon -- which is apparently The Thing. The alternative is surgery, but I loathe hospitals and would like to keep my remaining bits as intact as possible -- too many emergency modifications over the years, I am through with surgery, unless it's unavoidable!
So, I apologise in advance, but I will be extra flakey for the next little while, as I am now behind on everything I cannot afford to be behind on at this time of year in magland, and the housework needs addressing, at the same time as I suddenly have to start cooking almost all of my meals rather than relying on the hundreds of restaurants and cafes nearby -- in which I can be sure of finding a suitable meal in at about six. At least that should help with the retirement savings ...
Obviously, the first thing I did aside from being poked and prodded and having a good long sleep was went and bought a stack of books to cheer myself up. And then I thought, what would my flist do? So I also bought shoes.
No sympathy is required, helpful tips are welcome, and no, I have not told my mum it's her fault, because this month is already set aside for her scandalising me with her infant girlfriend (I strongly suspect she is still in her 20s) at her (Mum's) birthday party next weekend (plus the American girlfriend, and the two ex-girlfriends she is now seeing again, and somewhere between one and three others, I tuned out for a second and couldn't backtrack over that part of the conversation**). She has been looking forward to my comedic tutting at her wantoness for months, so this will have to wait until March.
* You would not believe how often I have made that bad joke this week. Actually, you would.
** How she keeps track of that many names is utterly beyond me!
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Date: 2011-02-20 04:28 pm (UTC)PS: the downside of this is you might not be able to preserve the stones in a jar?
*off to stir the curry (healthy: boiled carrots and turkey; flipside: coconut milk, or it'd be horrid*
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:28 pm (UTC)But if I had a kraken, I would be at the hospital immediately! Take care of yourself, darling woman!
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Date: 2011-02-20 04:29 pm (UTC)Mumsy had gallstones, but had hers out. I'm sorry to hear their hereditary ;-(
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:30 pm (UTC)And I stood in the shop thinking 'Oh, do I really need shoes?' and heard you saying 'YES!' so I bought the slightly comfier ones to feel as though it was a sensible decision.
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Date: 2011-02-20 04:31 pm (UTC)*squishes you*
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Date: 2011-02-20 04:38 pm (UTC)Speaking of which, your mother sounds like a total hoot! She also sounds like a gay man trapped in a lesbian's body... how DOES she keep all those girls in line? :D
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:37 pm (UTC)Mum is hilarious and plays up to it. I think it comes from back in the day when all the lesbians were Very Earnest and the boys were having loads of fun, so she just hung out with them and realised that you could be as appalling as you liked provided you were charming about it and used protection. But how she keeps them in line, or indeed remembers all their names, is a mystery to me! I believe timetables and having most live in other cities or countries ...
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:04 pm (UTC)So in my mind's eye, you're perfect, and I only want the physical pain to get the heck out of your life.
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:17 pm (UTC)I have to fight my flakiness too. My excuse is being from Southern California where flakiness is endemic, and indeed, the default mode.
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:40 pm (UTC)And yes -- but you and I are never bothered by it in each other because we know how these things work!
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Date: 2011-02-20 05:26 pm (UTC)If you want me to dig out the details, just let me know.
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Date: 2011-02-20 06:50 pm (UTC)I second the offer to give you some of our incoming storm weather. Friday was a lovely double-digit day, yesterday was frigid, and now SNOW is coming. *pout*
My son should be pleased, as he would like to ski while on his reading week. I'd rather take some of your weather, thanks. Feel free to send it over.
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Date: 2011-02-20 07:05 pm (UTC)You know of course that we've gotcha back through all this. We really have ;)
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Date: 2011-02-21 02:00 pm (UTC)I may need you to hold a hot water bottle to it, but I will carry your cushion! And on that note, bed before 2, I think!
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Date: 2011-02-20 07:32 pm (UTC)A couple of my (middle-aged, sorry again) female colleagues had their gallbladders removed a few months ago. I wouldn't exactly call their curves Italian. We've actually always suspected the other one is a huge and not that attractive cross-dressing man...but I kind of seemed to lost the point in here. They both recovered really well. Absolutely no problems. None whatsoever. They're happily and painlessly back on their pizza-pasta-gelato-cioccolato diets. ;)
Seriously speaking I really think you should consider the operation. No matter how it's done the risks are almost non-existent and you'll soon feel much better.
I think I've managed to avoind all kind of stone problems so far just because I drink so much. Water, that is. Rarely anything stronger. Getting various stones is genetical but drinking habits do also make a difference.
I hope you get better really soon. :)
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Date: 2011-02-20 10:05 pm (UTC)It is a low-risk operation, but all ops carry risks of infection, bad responses and so on, plus recovery takes some time. Since there is no guarantee I will be any better at digesting fats without a gallbladder than I am with one, I think lifestyle changes might just be easier all round.
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Date: 2011-02-20 08:09 pm (UTC)In the mean while, good luck with the health issues!
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Date: 2011-02-21 10:26 pm (UTC)Thank you! I keep meaning to comment on your Sweden posts, mostly to say HURRAH! And have enormous fun!
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Date: 2011-02-20 08:32 pm (UTC)I pulled out my copy of "Women's Bodies, Women's Wisdom" for you, because I am exactly that kind of hippy, but alas, nothing on gall bladders. I am glad you are not in too bad of pain and that if everything isn't quite under control it is well on its way to getting there. We'll get updates, yes? To make sure you're OK?
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Date: 2011-02-21 10:31 pm (UTC)But I thoroughly support the premise of making use of the love thrown in your directions! And is it your fault you are so attractive? I think not!
I am realising there is is very little about gallbladders out there: it seems to be all 'You will have it out', 'do a gallbladder flush!' or 'Very low fat diets, get used to them ...'
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Date: 2011-02-20 08:39 pm (UTC)Mine, I brought upon myself around age 19 by eating basically pizza and nachos while at work and also for breakfast and supper, with a few apples here and there, and stopping eating things with fats did clear it up, and then somewhat later I was able to gradually have a small amount of them again. Occasionally now and then I will have a twinge and then I cut that right out again, and so far it has not required anything more than eschewing the fat for a while. Fingers crossed for both of us.
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Date: 2011-02-21 10:33 pm (UTC)But it is good to hear that some fat can come back! I could almost do without chocolate, but I cannot do without a bit of olive oil now and then!
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Date: 2011-02-20 08:49 pm (UTC)Phew! Ok, so it's not a nasty pimple, but at the same time, I am relieved (because my catastrophising is epic). Have they considered ultra sonic shock treatment - I can't remember if they use it for gall stones or kidney stones, or both, or neither, but I do know they can use sound to break some kind of stones up in the body and make them easier to pass.
Very glad you haven't been in awful pain, honey. I passed one once as a teen (only time then or since) and it was agonising. >.>
Just take good care of yourself. I am very excited about your 'hopeful' visit. Need to touch base with Push, because we've been very bad at catching up lately anyway.
Don't suppose you need to hear that it's sunny, clear and actually rather cool here today?
♥ you
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Date: 2011-02-20 09:06 pm (UTC)luck with the diet change. i have no tips since i have been horridly underweight all my life and have been taught by nutritionist to add fat to everything i eat, on top of having italian heritage. though i do make some mean salmon crusted with wasabi panko crumbs.
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Date: 2011-02-20 09:23 pm (UTC)Listen, I've got buckets of snow, cold, and ice I'd like to exchange for your sunshine, k?
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Date: 2011-02-20 09:49 pm (UTC)Ingredients:
chickpeas and some of the juice from the can reserved (you'll need the liquid because you're not using oil
LOTS of garlic (I use 2 cloves)
Lemon juice
Salt and pepper
Paprika
I like to put a little heat in mine, either cayenne pepper, tabasco, or red curry powder
Put everything in the blender and purée! Serve with carrots, wedged tomatoes, and bell peppers (pref red) for crunching. You'll love it!
I'm very glad to hear you're going to recover from this malady without surgery and nothing is too serious. I'm so sorry you've been in pain and feeling crappy. :(
And as far as being flaky, other than for work I am the flakiest flake there is! So you're not alone.
Lots of love from here. Xoxo
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Date: 2011-02-20 09:52 pm (UTC)I believe I'm invincible, too. My body not being as accommodating with pregnancy as it used to be has been quite a shock, this time.
Glad to hear at least you've had a cool change there - get lots of rest
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Date: 2011-02-20 09:53 pm (UTC)Our area just got over a nasty windstorm, and now we are in a snow advisory for tonight and tomorrow morning.
I don't like hot, hot either. Last summer was very beastly hot, which I don't enjoy. (pours cool beverage for you)
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Date: 2011-02-20 10:41 pm (UTC)Isn't beer helpful with gallstones?
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Date: 2011-02-20 11:33 pm (UTC)Gallstones sounds distinctly not fun. I hope they settle, or pass, or do whatever it is gallstones do that make them not be a bother.
Those shoes are awesome and your Mum is a comedy form in her own right.