I thought I'd written a post about this. I guess I must have thought that I had but then forgotten that I'd forgotten... if that makes sense you're in need of medication!
I got home from Nanaimo on Friday February 27. On Sunday I left for Vegas with grandpa (we'd planned and booked and paid for the trip on Monday!) Vegas would have been nice except that grandpa was very ill, I honestly thought that I would be taking him home in a body bag!
At about 7:30 am on Tuesday I got a phone call from Chris. His voice was hoarse and he was very distracted. Finally he managed to blurt out that he was leaving for England in an hour because his mother had just had a heart attack and they didn't think she was going to make it through the night.
She passed away about 2 hours before he got there. He took two weeks off work (it took that long for bloody England to arrange the funeral!)
Meanwhile, on Tuesday morning, about 2 minutes before Chris' phone call, I'd taken my first dose of Clomid with the expectation that I would be seeing Chris in a few days and we'd have a chance to see if the Clomid actually works. *ahem* those of you who don't know what Clomid is, or why I needed Chris in order to see if it works should ask your mom about the birds and the bees.
I arrived home from Vegas on Thursday, spent a week loafing around the house with nothing to do. I slept with Mush at night because I didn't want to have to sleep alone.
Needless to say, the Clomid didn't work... for obvious reasons!
On a brighter note:
I've got a job, only temporary but still it's money in the bank.
I bought a new bed for Maya, she's now sleeping on: a 3 inch foam pad, a mattress topper, a camp blanket, an "orthopedic" pet bed and her blanky. I figure, what the hell, she's 14 she deserves a bit of comfort!
We're knuckling down to get the house ready to sell. Most of the work that needs doing is outside. It would be much easier to do (are you listening mother nature?) if there wasn't a thousand feet of snow outside! I mean really wtf? Are we suffering from global warming or what?!?!?!?!?!?
I'm unable to play the piano at the moment, the damper pedal is not working for some reason. I suspect that a certain feline may have dropped something down the piano and it dislodged something. I guess I'll find out once we scrape up the dough to get the piano man in to look at it.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Suffering!
I am suffering greatly at the moment! I am sharing a hotel room with my mother and Kristy. (My mother could not cope with being in aunty Diane,s house). Kristy has a head cold and sounds like Darth Vader! And my mother is snoring loud enough to wake the dead. I cannot decide whether to kill the two of them or kill myself! This is horrible! I think I am going to have to wake one or both of them up and tell them to wait until I am asleep before they are allowed to go to sleep. I cannot cope with this bull!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Today has been, to put it mildly, a little surreal.
A few days ago aunty Diane fell and broke her arm. Now, for someone with ITP, Von Willebrande's and Hep C that is no laughing matter. We received word that she was in the hospital but would be going home on Wednesday or Thursday. Wednesday Chris and I were at my parent's house for dinner and my mother called the hospital in Nanaimo to check on aunty Diane and see when she'd be released. As she was on the phone her face drained of all colour and literally fell. The gist of the nurse's update was: she's in the ICU come as fast as you can because she's not going to make it through the night. Well, my mother was somewhat hysterical so I packed a bag for her then drove her to the airport (after stopping at my house to pack a bag for myself).
We approached the Air Canada desk and (crying) asked for the NEXT AVAILABLE flight to the island (we didn't care if we went cargo or strapped to the wing of the plane!) First we were shunted to three different counters then we were told (quite rudely) that there were no seats.
We went to West Jet and were escorted immediately to a separate counter, booked on the next available flight, and given $40 worth of meal vouchers. Talk about service!
The flight was delayed so we didn't get in the air until 11:00 pm (Calgary Time). We arrived in Victoria to hear that the Malahat was treacherous and it would be unsafe for us to drive up to Nanaimo. I explained our plight to the car rental lady (National Car Rental) and she upgraded us to an SUV (free of charge). It was a harrowing journey to Nanaimo and we had a few close calls but we made it.
We had discovered in Victoria, from my dad, that we were too late and that aunty Diane had passed away at 10:30 pm (BC time). We went to the hospital anyway because my mother wanted to see her and say her goodbyes.
I'm now at Aunty Diane's (well, I suppose it's just uncle Roy's now) house typing this on the computer. I don't think the enormity of the situation has hit me yet.
A few days ago aunty Diane fell and broke her arm. Now, for someone with ITP, Von Willebrande's and Hep C that is no laughing matter. We received word that she was in the hospital but would be going home on Wednesday or Thursday. Wednesday Chris and I were at my parent's house for dinner and my mother called the hospital in Nanaimo to check on aunty Diane and see when she'd be released. As she was on the phone her face drained of all colour and literally fell. The gist of the nurse's update was: she's in the ICU come as fast as you can because she's not going to make it through the night. Well, my mother was somewhat hysterical so I packed a bag for her then drove her to the airport (after stopping at my house to pack a bag for myself).
We approached the Air Canada desk and (crying) asked for the NEXT AVAILABLE flight to the island (we didn't care if we went cargo or strapped to the wing of the plane!) First we were shunted to three different counters then we were told (quite rudely) that there were no seats.
We went to West Jet and were escorted immediately to a separate counter, booked on the next available flight, and given $40 worth of meal vouchers. Talk about service!
The flight was delayed so we didn't get in the air until 11:00 pm (Calgary Time). We arrived in Victoria to hear that the Malahat was treacherous and it would be unsafe for us to drive up to Nanaimo. I explained our plight to the car rental lady (National Car Rental) and she upgraded us to an SUV (free of charge). It was a harrowing journey to Nanaimo and we had a few close calls but we made it.
We had discovered in Victoria, from my dad, that we were too late and that aunty Diane had passed away at 10:30 pm (BC time). We went to the hospital anyway because my mother wanted to see her and say her goodbyes.
I'm now at Aunty Diane's (well, I suppose it's just uncle Roy's now) house typing this on the computer. I don't think the enormity of the situation has hit me yet.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Irks by Jerks
Chris and I went to the movies Monday night, we saw "Seven Pounds" with Will Smith (an excellent movie btw, not your usual Hollywood drivel). However, to mar the evening, there was a yob and his girlfriend sitting just behind us (I was on the right hand aisle seat, he was on the aisle of the centre section).
Obviously he didn't understand the movie and so chose to talk throughout. He became progressively louder until I finally turned around and said "would you please be quiet" (in an annoyed voice). WELL! He said (top volume) "You're a rude bitch." I ignored him but could hear him chattering away. "I can talk in a theatre if I want, I bought my ticket" (Yeah, so did everyone else, except we paid to see Will Smith, not listen to your thoughts on life!). As the movie ended they sprang from their seats and as he was walking down the aisle past me he said "You don't own the fucking theatre you bitch, you can't tell me not to talk" (I could tell I was dealing with an intellectual giant!). I said (sweet as can be) "No, I don't own the theatre, but I DID pay 13 bucks to watch a movie, not listen to you prattle on incoherently." He walked out and his girlfriend (another future MENSA member I'm sure) gave me the finger and told me to fuck off.
Is there something about me that attracts me to theatres that have loud mouthed assholes in them? It seems at least every 3 or 4 times I go to a theatre there's some jerk talking (full volume of course, after all how can their companion hear them over that movie that's playing) or (seriously) choosing a new ring tone for their cell phone, or playing with a laser pointer (that guy I grabbed by the scruff of the neck and pulled him out of the theatre). People have no respect for others. I don't enjoy going to the movies any more because of people like this. It's like they're raised by wolves or something (no offense to any wolves reading this!). It's a sad state of affairs and I grieve for the state of the future.
Obviously he didn't understand the movie and so chose to talk throughout. He became progressively louder until I finally turned around and said "would you please be quiet" (in an annoyed voice). WELL! He said (top volume) "You're a rude bitch." I ignored him but could hear him chattering away. "I can talk in a theatre if I want, I bought my ticket" (Yeah, so did everyone else, except we paid to see Will Smith, not listen to your thoughts on life!). As the movie ended they sprang from their seats and as he was walking down the aisle past me he said "You don't own the fucking theatre you bitch, you can't tell me not to talk" (I could tell I was dealing with an intellectual giant!). I said (sweet as can be) "No, I don't own the theatre, but I DID pay 13 bucks to watch a movie, not listen to you prattle on incoherently." He walked out and his girlfriend (another future MENSA member I'm sure) gave me the finger and told me to fuck off.
Is there something about me that attracts me to theatres that have loud mouthed assholes in them? It seems at least every 3 or 4 times I go to a theatre there's some jerk talking (full volume of course, after all how can their companion hear them over that movie that's playing) or (seriously) choosing a new ring tone for their cell phone, or playing with a laser pointer (that guy I grabbed by the scruff of the neck and pulled him out of the theatre). People have no respect for others. I don't enjoy going to the movies any more because of people like this. It's like they're raised by wolves or something (no offense to any wolves reading this!). It's a sad state of affairs and I grieve for the state of the future.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Life is finally getting back to normal!
Well, I quit my job on Dec 12. I was trying to hold out until my probation was over (Jan 14) but couldn't tolerate being treated like crap any more. I will probably post my rebuttal to my manager's accusations against me at a later time. The straw that broke the camel's back was Thursday (Dec 11) when she called me in and told me that I had made a tasteless, inappropriate joke in front of a patient. (Anyone who knows me will realize just how stupid an accusation this was) anyway, the joke was (brace yourself because you'll never look at me the same way after hearing the heinous thing that I said in front of a patient): "I'm so hungry I feel like I'm going to starve to death.".........that's it, that's the inappropriate, tasteless joke. I figured that I was in a lose lose situation but was planning on sticking it out. However, when I got home I was crying my eyes out and Chris, my mother, my dad and the drive through lady at Tim Horton's (was crying while getting a doughnut) all told me to quit.
I went in on the Friday and spoke to the medical director to tell her about how I was being treated. She told me to deal with it myself. I pointed out that it was difficult for me, a mere secretary, to tell my manager the proper way to behave, besides which I had already defended myself against her. Since she refused to do anything I handed in my notice and left on the lunch hour.
I'm slightly terrified about quitting a $21.00/hour job while going into a recession but I didn't do it in cold blood by any means. I called Officejobs.com to see if I can get back on the roster. They said they'll be happy to take me back (once I'm free and clear of the CHR). I'll call them tomorrow. In the meantime I'm back on Monster and Workopolis looking for jobs. The good news is that with Chris' raise we can survive without dipping into savings or using the VISA so even if it takes me a while to get a job we'll be okay. No repeat of last year after my contract expired!
In other news, we were supposed to fly to the island on December 24 to visit the family. Unfortunately all flights were canceled so we stayed here.
Muppet has just finished her heat. What a racket she made! She was a nuisance to the nth degree. We'll have to have her fixed soon. We bought a fish tank, complete with rocks, plants, a little temple and fish second hand off Kijiji. The cats are obsessed.
I went in on the Friday and spoke to the medical director to tell her about how I was being treated. She told me to deal with it myself. I pointed out that it was difficult for me, a mere secretary, to tell my manager the proper way to behave, besides which I had already defended myself against her. Since she refused to do anything I handed in my notice and left on the lunch hour.
I'm slightly terrified about quitting a $21.00/hour job while going into a recession but I didn't do it in cold blood by any means. I called Officejobs.com to see if I can get back on the roster. They said they'll be happy to take me back (once I'm free and clear of the CHR). I'll call them tomorrow. In the meantime I'm back on Monster and Workopolis looking for jobs. The good news is that with Chris' raise we can survive without dipping into savings or using the VISA so even if it takes me a while to get a job we'll be okay. No repeat of last year after my contract expired!
In other news, we were supposed to fly to the island on December 24 to visit the family. Unfortunately all flights were canceled so we stayed here.
Muppet has just finished her heat. What a racket she made! She was a nuisance to the nth degree. We'll have to have her fixed soon. We bought a fish tank, complete with rocks, plants, a little temple and fish second hand off Kijiji. The cats are obsessed.
Monday, December 8, 2008
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