Yesterday I went to the hospital to meet with the consultant about my dodgy knees. My doctor said I would need to have key-hole surgery on my right knee but the consultant said he didn't think it would make it any better. He is sending me for an MRI scan to see if there is anything else they can do. I literally have to pull myself up stairs with the hand rails. I have joined a gym and have an exercise plan all in place so hopefully that will help strengthen the muscles around my knees.
I had to take Loola to the hospital with me as I had nobody to look after her. I was also a bit peeved off as she was supposed to start baby signing classes in the morning and my hospital appointment was meant to be in the afternoon but last week they called to say they had swapped clinics around and I had to go in the morning or wait until June! Anyways.....I'm waffling again!
I sign in at reception and take a seat in the waiting room. All of a sudden out of nowhere this late 50's, early 60's, greasy haired, overweight lady appeared. Her clothes were hanging off her and she was dragging a wheeled shopping bag. She stuck her face right up to Loola and said "You are beautiful and have lovely big eyes". I have to admit that for a minute I wished she would go away. I felt a bit embarrassed by her. I told myself not to judge and not to care what everyone else thought and I listened to her. She told me all about her 3 grown up kids and her grandchildren and the fact that she doesn't see them very often as her children won't bring them over to see her. She lives at home caring for her hubby in a wheel chair, has 3 dogs and buys something from the charity shop in the hospital every time she comes. We chatted away for quite a while and then she noticed another baby and off she went to tell them the same story. She was obviously lonely and I'm glad I had a little chit chat with her.
So, I'm still sitting in the waiting room and all of a sudden a nurse hands me a numbered card and tells me to go to X Ray. X Ray! Nobody said anything about an X Ray - what am I meant to do with my baby while I'm having an X Ray????? So, I asked the nurse just that question. "Well you can't take her in with you can you" was the nurses answer. Da Err!!!! I knew that thank you very much! With an "oh my god what do I do now" look on my face, she said "I will watch her at reception for you". So, my name got called and the nurse came to get Loola asking me "Where is your handbag? Can you take it with you please as I do not want to be responsible for it!" and off she whisked Loola and I got dragged into the X Ray room. OH.MY.GOD! you don't want to be responsible for my handbag but you are responsible for my child! Something felt all wrong. I'm sure I was only in the X Ray room for a few minutes but it felt like ages and all the time I was worrying about Loola left all alone with the strange nurse. You know how some people are just normal, nice people - she didn't come across as one of those normal kinds that just make you feel comfy. There was something odd about her. She didn't really want to watch Loola, and to be fair to her, she shouldn't have to BUT I still let her take her. Anyway....My X Ray was done and Loola was fine, not a peep out of her, I thanked the nurse and was on my way!
I had a chat with the consultant and while I waited in another waiting room for my MRI details I met another Odd Soul. Crazy Hazy was his name. Well his real name was Gary. I had seen him in the X Ray department and actually thought he was drunk. He was loud and his shoelaces were trailing behind him. The nurse that ended up watching Loola was trying to get him to do them up. I think he was in his 40's, long scruffy hair with tatoo's all the way up his arms and all over his hands. He did look like a bit of a ruffian. There I go judging again. Anyway, when I came out of the consultants there he was again. Rocking back and forwards on the chair, talking to himself.
I started to feed Kadyn her bottle while he proceeded to tell me that he was scared. He just wanted to get out of the hospital. He kept saying "Gary don't be silly, you mustn't act like this". He then told me he used watch football a lot and fight all the time, showing me some of his upper cut jab punches. From what he told me he was obviously a bit of a footie hooligan in his younger years and there he was telling me he was frightened to have another operation on his knee cos he had already had quite a few. He went off on one telling me how good all the nurses are to him and how brilliant the NHS is but that he just wanted to go home. I told him not to be scared and that he could go before me if he wanted to. He smiled and said he was just waiting for a document to be signed and then he could go home. I told him that when I get really worried or upset I rock too, it must be a comfort thing. "You don't think I'm mad then?" he said. "People call me Crazy Hazy cos they all think I'm nuts". The nurse came out and handed him the signed document and told him he could go home. He apologised to me and said he hoped he hadn't scared my baby. Again, I'm glad I had a little chit chat with him too!!!
So, now I'm just waiting for the MRI appointment to come through so I can get my knee scanned...........
Lesson: Don't judge people by their appearance. Even if they are a bit odd, they might just need someone to talk to!
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
Dodgy Knee & A Few Odd People
Thursday, 10 April 2008
Ironing - YUK!
So, I'm catching up reading my friends blogs as I've been having a blogging break (I'll write more about that tomorrow). Anyway, I was reading Melanie's posts when I came across this one. Melanie and I are so much alike, it's unreal! It would be great if she lived in England as I think we would get on really well. Check out her post - I SO hear what she is saying.
This is my ironing pile!!! I HATE ironing so much, I tend to wait until there is nothing else left in my wardrobe to wear and then have a mad all day long ironing spree. Usually once every 2 weeks ish, depending how much Little Loola and I have gone out. We tend to stay in PJ's if we are lounging around the home. Lazy I know - but so much comfier and creates less washing/ironing and makes more time for PLAYING :o) I also have this weird OCD kinda thing where I can't put un-ironed things away in the drawers or wardrobes! I couldn't iron something to wear each day - I have friends that do that each morning - that would DO MY HEAD IN!! am I weird??? Yeah, I think I am but that's just me ;o) Why don't I just do it once a week, then it wouldn't take me all day!
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Frozen Out!
Hey peeps, I'm back. For the full low-down on my disastrous holiday check out my other blog.
Lessons I have learnt from this holiday:-
- Make a list of all things you need to take on holiday so you do not forget things (like a heater).
- Listen to your instincts (like take the heater).
- Take "just in case" things (like hat,scarf,gloves,heater).
- Do NOT leave it until the morning you are going on holiday to pack!
- Do not try to organise everything and pack with nobody at home to occupy your baby!
- Mums (aka Nana) are an absolute blessing (she came over to keep Kadyn company while I packed).
- Driving to a destination 5 hours away is not a good idea on your own (trying to map read, put dummy back in etc.. is not easy whilst driving)
- A roads do not have services or lay bys to stop on!
- Once the cold is in your bones it's there to stay for a looooooooooong time!
- When you go away for 2 days you get 85 new posts to read in ya google reader - imagine what it would be like if you were away a whole week! lol
Thursday, 20 December 2007
That Will Teach Me!
I took Kadyn to the doctors this morning and was running late. There were no car parking spaces so I parked in the church car park next door. There is a sign on the wall saying "No parking for medical center" but as I was late I ignored it and thought it would be ok as I was not going to be long. It was pretty full so I had to park in the far corner. After seeing the doc we came back out into the car park and OH MY GOD! The whole car park was chocka blocka with all the cars blocked in. I was not only blocked in by 1 car but 12! Yes 12 cars were in my way!!
I called my mum and she said to go into the church and apologise and ask them to move so I could get out. I took a deep breath and we went into the church. It was full of people, most of them mentally disabled, singing "Ding Dong Merrily On High". I felt awful, I couldn't walk in and stop their concert. They all looked so happy bashing their tambourines. I asked the guy on the door what time the concert finished and he said 11am. He had special needs and considering it was already 11.50 I figured he didn't really know.
Me and Kadyn spent the next hour and a half sat in my car, waiting for the concert to finish.
I won't be parking there again! Oooooooops and a big sorry to the big guy above :o)
