General Chat

Ah yes, I neglected to mention age for that playground one. Seven, it was. It was a "toy" firepole in the middle of the playground. Climb the steps to the platform, reach out and grab the pole, step through the hole in the platform, slide 10 feet down the pole. All went well the first time, except I hung on too tight and didn't so much slide down as squeak down. So the second time I thought I wouldn't hold on so tight. Ah, if only parents could read their children's minds. At the bottom of the pole was concrete. I acquired a new joint in my leg. Thigh bone broken clean through.

I don't know whether I've ever fallen off a bus. I'd imagine. I mean, wouldn't everyone have done?

Oh, I did a good one a couple of weeks ago. Woke up on the chesterfield, had to pee, didn't bother finishing waking up first, made it around the coffee table (thank goodness; that way lay a bookshelf laden in heavy and glass objects), made a left and headed across a thankfully open stretch of carpet at a good clip, caught one toe in the other pyjama leg, and next thing I knew I was face down on said carpet. Like a BC cedar at the hands of Nelson Eddy. The appropriate response, when I considered it a brief moment, seemed to be to wail, so I wailed. Later that day, when I mentioned it to No.1, he said: Oh, maybe that's what woke me up.

I locked myself out the other day, pretty much the first time ever. Got next door and had no key for my office, and much work to be finished before 9 a.m. It took me 20 minutes of leaning on the doorbell and pounding on the door to attract his attention.

Sylvia's got that 'falling off things' gene. In her case, it's buses :))


JC what the heck were you doing on playground equipment anyway?? You should know better at your age.


tuts in disbelief.

Telegram to Janey. Greetings, wish No 1 speedy recovery. Please send Canadian 2x4 cedar plank poste haste. Needed for possible application to OH in Oz. Signed Aunty

The OH has macular degeneration which is responding to treatment. At last visit to specialist OH was told he has a cataract forming. This will be dealt with when the MD is under control.

Everyone on this planet accepts that smoking is a major cause of this type of eye disease. Except my OH.

So now I have a choice. Nag, nag, nag about giving up smoking again. And suffer the consequence of living with the MONSTER. Then dispose of him myself when I can stand the stresses and strains of that existence. Or let nature take it's course and live in comparative peace in the meantime.

Finish him off , or let smoking do it for me. Finish him off or let smoking........

Decisions, decisions, decisions...............

Send Canadian cedar 2 x 4 just in case.

And I suppose people will think you're my friend too now, FBG. Rooodness, I swan. ... Now, if you hugged No.1, his eye might pop. It's got an air bubble inside it instead of eye stuff. There's an experiment ...

So, heeee's baaaaack. You're just lucky it isn't him telling the tale. He really doesn't cope quite as well. Especially with the diabetes police, as he calls them, visiting him hourly to carp about his glucose readings -- when he's been under their control since yesterday a.m., and they're the ones who left him without insulin, or food, for 24 hours (from bedtime Saturday to post-op Sunday night). He's normally as entertaining as I (of course), he just does even less well with annoying strangers.

Unfortunately, FBG, is the right eye that's ready for the dust heap in both of us! We could link arms and walk in circles ...

But his surgeon says everything went perfectly. Next apptmt tomorrow. Oh, and no travelling for 3 weeks. ;)


Flo61 -- at least your genes seem to involve doing dire things to objects and not yourself! I'm pretty safe around objects, me. It's limbs and other body parts that I suck at. Broke leg falling off playground equipment; broke elbow - yes, funny bone - falling off tricycle (imagine that humiliation, at age 5). Broke foot falling off sidewalk at the mall. Broke same bone in same foot falling off sister's driveway. Mum broke leg falling out back door, smashed up shoulder terribly falling off bicycle at about 45, tripped on pavement in Stoke Newington and landed on head at 65 ... yup, it's all in those genes!

At least you still have one pair of good eyes between you Janey...:)

Still laughing,sorry my friend but you do a good telling.

Laugh and the world laughs with you.

I would send you a hug but I know you hate them as much as I do sending them so I wont waste my time or yours.

oh dearest janey, well you have cheeredme up a lot. i just love the way you relate all the details in the most humerous way, i love it.
having said it was so funny, i guess no1 probably wasnt laughing at all he had been through!!! i hope all goes well and he comes back real soon.

in my life i am a walking disaster for everything i walk past in the supermarket either falls of the shelf, by itself or i manage to pick up the sugar or washing powder that always has a hole in the bottom. i am like a magnet for accidents waiting to happen.

i mean last sunday my cooker blew up,yes it did, followed by the hairdryer and little one dropped the digital camera which is beyond repair and it wasnt even a full moon lol !!!!
so never a dull moment in this house.

seriously i hope no1 makes a full recovery and everything will be back to normal soon(whatever that is lol)

florence

Yeah....and the rest....I mean, falling off a bus! What a likely tale...:)) Cx

hope you get other half back safely JC!


and that you have a supply of good red wine in for YOU


and as for that C******


............. you should hear/see what she says to me!!



she accused me yesterday of being drunk because I fell after I'd got off the bus .................... well, what she actually said was "I've told Sylvia before that she shouldn't drink"

and I've been completely teetotal for over a year.



take care

True, very true, lol :))




C******!

Ahh friends can do that sort of thing.

Oh, lucky I looked before running off to the hospital!

No no! That *was* my dear friend C******! And she *was* being funny!

Just like I thought I was being. I wuz joshin' her. Heh. Poor C******! She's really a nice girl who shares my mum's birthday. ;)

Really, two people, six eye surgeries in less than four years. How greedy can you get, eh?

;)

Janey what a cr*p weekend you have had and still having. BUT your humour of telling has me in tears.

I really hope all goes well and please don't lose that humour.





As for the person/s who think they can be clever by PM ....it's not clever, it's not funny, infact it's not brave either so what does that make you?
A .. a boring un-educated coward.

Harrumph. Some people think they can get away with saying just any old mean thing by PM.

Says a certain C******:

'it's a case of the blind leading the blind then?'

Well she said she would say it, but that would be cruel.

Sniff.

I should mention there's a good side to this coin.

When No.1 nearly died last year, it was the weekend before he was supposed to go to his hometown 5 hours away by bus to help his brother & wife move in with his mum (after his dad went to a nursing home). Oops. No can do, sorry. (And his sister-in-law actually as much as accused him of manufacturing it all for the purpose.)

This year, he's supposed to go there for the first week of July to stay with his mum (who is quite capable of looking after herself) while they go camping. Oops. Five hours on a bus / five hours from home, two weeks after surgery for detached retina? Sorry, no can do!

I know the sister-in-law just isn't going to believe No.1's luck.

Ah yes. Well, he's been up and down and in and out smoking. You try to tell them ... GIVE HIM A PATCH when he comes out of surgery. Three different people you tell. Do they listen? Nooo.

So the nurse (and of course this morning it's the one who says things like Who are you? I don't have time to read his file. Etc.) says: This morning, he was a little ... how shall I put this ... Unpleasant? I said. Yes, she said. But she gave him a wheelchair and said go. So he did, and he's been nicer since. Well, he's old enough to ask for his own patch, and if they can't figure it out, they deserve him.

He gets seen back at the eye place downstairs at 3, and they decide what to do with him then. Hopefully, they will keep him til tomorrow!!

So here it is, 10:30 a.m., and I have heard nothing! He promised not to do what he did the second time he was in hospital with the diabetic crisis last year -- just up and call a taxi and show up at home. There's a phone beside his bed. Guess there's some reason not to give me a call.

Maybe the freezing has worn off and he's busy making the nurses' lives a living Hades ... Guess I'll call the nurses' station!

Glad he came through the op OK Janey and hope all now progresses well.

We keep an eye on OH's eyes as he sees 'flashing lights" down the sides of both, mainly when it is dark with car headlights/street lights etc. Optician has said after examination that it is a sort of 'jelly' that moves around causes it. He sees at least one case a week. However if it gets so that it is continuous we have to go straight to A&E.

Better get some sleep Janey just in case he DOES come home with a baby!!

Dizzi, When I first read the thread, I sat here with tears streaming down my face from laughter. Janey has a way with words and an extremely black sense of humour. It made my day.

Gail

I'M SORRY JANEY
THAT MADE ME LAUGH
THANK YOU I NEEDED IT

My OH is great at cutting himself and refusing to go to hospital to get stitches. Then it ends up weeks later still not properly healed and costing us a fortune in dressings. He has a perpetual cold and will not consider the idea that he is allergic to the wood dust his hobby of wood turning creates. So will not use an anti-histamine. He is afraid that he might have to give up his hobby! And yes, his illnesses are always worse than mine, though he does tell me I've been long enough in the sun, because of all the medication I am on.