Update...
I've been a bit slack on keeping this thing updated. I should write in it more, but the irony is, while it's quite cathartic at times to write here, it's also quite depressing to read back what I have written and find there's not much of interest there.
Anyway... A quick summary of what's been happening:
Last week I had my parents down for a few days on their way through to pick my sister up when she came home from her first four month cruise. She apparently works, but I've yet to see any sign of it. Lucky madam is off to the Pacific coast of Mexico and the Carribean next month. She's dropping by for a visit on Monday till Wednesday with Tuesday in London as she needs a new passport. Should be fun really. I can show her all the dresses and gowns I've been making. Well, two of them anyway. I've been rather lax in that department.
Himself and I were also in London twice during the week. Once for an off-road meeting, and the second time to go rescue our friend. I say rescue, but we just bailed over to hers to make sure she was OK. Love affairs coming to an end can leave deep pits and she was definitely standing on the edge of one. I hope we did a good job of playing safety harness... I was also in Wales on Tuesday night and came home Wednesday in time for the meeting. My mate over there seems as well as can be expected after her op, and I realised that I seriously needed to get back here and do something about my life instead of avoiding it by being anywhere but here really.
Oh, reporting in from the doctors visit... She's happy enough to refer me to the hospital to see about getting a hysterectomy. It's when I'm there that I will have to undergo a real grilling from the doctors, nurses and specialists to find out if I'm making the right decision. Do I want kids? No. Well, I might have done once, but because of complications, I can't, and now I'm too used to the fact that I don't have the ties that children are, I don't think I could give it up. Call me selfish, but I like having the freedom to go and do things at a moments notice and not have to worry about childcare. I get broody, especially when I get reminded of what I gave up about sixteen years and seven months ago. I don't let it get me down for long though. I just look around at all the hassle the other parents in this street have to put up with on a daily basis, and I wonder why anyone would voluntarily put themselves in that position.
Don't get me wrong. I don't hate children, or think other people shouldn't have them. I just don't really think they are the thing for me. I have enough trouble coping with my own life right now without the added fun and games of bringing up a child.
Ah well, I shall pootle on, waiting for the appointment at the hospital, then spend as long as I need to convincing them that giving a 34 year old a hysterectomy is the right choice. I'm sick to the back teeth of periods that last for weeks and do very good impressions of Niagra Falls with all the pain and discomfort associated with it. Whip it all out. Get rid of it. If anything can be given to someone else to use, let them have it. I have absolutely no use for it whatsoever. All I ask is to be left with an ovary so I don't have to go on HRT and don't end up with osteosporosis.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have an interview on Thursday. Don't go getting all excited. It's only an employment agency, and I hope to be doing temping work by a week Monday. It may not be much, but it seems that no one wants someone like me with a terrible sick record working for them, despite the fact that the issue was resolved and there's nothing wrong with me other than having to take a tablet every day for the rest of my life. There's plenty of other people out there in the same situation.
Ah well, Temp work will get me back into the job market, and the employment agency I'm going to specialises in getting people permanent placements, so we shall see how it goes.
For the time being, I am struggling with the whole concept of creating a website. I need to find an idiot's guide somewhere... Time to go look for one...
Anyway... A quick summary of what's been happening:
Last week I had my parents down for a few days on their way through to pick my sister up when she came home from her first four month cruise. She apparently works, but I've yet to see any sign of it. Lucky madam is off to the Pacific coast of Mexico and the Carribean next month. She's dropping by for a visit on Monday till Wednesday with Tuesday in London as she needs a new passport. Should be fun really. I can show her all the dresses and gowns I've been making. Well, two of them anyway. I've been rather lax in that department.
Himself and I were also in London twice during the week. Once for an off-road meeting, and the second time to go rescue our friend. I say rescue, but we just bailed over to hers to make sure she was OK. Love affairs coming to an end can leave deep pits and she was definitely standing on the edge of one. I hope we did a good job of playing safety harness... I was also in Wales on Tuesday night and came home Wednesday in time for the meeting. My mate over there seems as well as can be expected after her op, and I realised that I seriously needed to get back here and do something about my life instead of avoiding it by being anywhere but here really.
Oh, reporting in from the doctors visit... She's happy enough to refer me to the hospital to see about getting a hysterectomy. It's when I'm there that I will have to undergo a real grilling from the doctors, nurses and specialists to find out if I'm making the right decision. Do I want kids? No. Well, I might have done once, but because of complications, I can't, and now I'm too used to the fact that I don't have the ties that children are, I don't think I could give it up. Call me selfish, but I like having the freedom to go and do things at a moments notice and not have to worry about childcare. I get broody, especially when I get reminded of what I gave up about sixteen years and seven months ago. I don't let it get me down for long though. I just look around at all the hassle the other parents in this street have to put up with on a daily basis, and I wonder why anyone would voluntarily put themselves in that position.
Don't get me wrong. I don't hate children, or think other people shouldn't have them. I just don't really think they are the thing for me. I have enough trouble coping with my own life right now without the added fun and games of bringing up a child.
Ah well, I shall pootle on, waiting for the appointment at the hospital, then spend as long as I need to convincing them that giving a 34 year old a hysterectomy is the right choice. I'm sick to the back teeth of periods that last for weeks and do very good impressions of Niagra Falls with all the pain and discomfort associated with it. Whip it all out. Get rid of it. If anything can be given to someone else to use, let them have it. I have absolutely no use for it whatsoever. All I ask is to be left with an ovary so I don't have to go on HRT and don't end up with osteosporosis.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have an interview on Thursday. Don't go getting all excited. It's only an employment agency, and I hope to be doing temping work by a week Monday. It may not be much, but it seems that no one wants someone like me with a terrible sick record working for them, despite the fact that the issue was resolved and there's nothing wrong with me other than having to take a tablet every day for the rest of my life. There's plenty of other people out there in the same situation.
Ah well, Temp work will get me back into the job market, and the employment agency I'm going to specialises in getting people permanent placements, so we shall see how it goes.
For the time being, I am struggling with the whole concept of creating a website. I need to find an idiot's guide somewhere... Time to go look for one...
posted by Me at 9:32 pm
2 Comments:
I would be that idiot, but don't know anything about building websites. Because, you know, I'm an idiot.
Good to see you're back, Mum.
Back in the land of the insane. Officially. As of today.
Good to see you too sims. Glad I'm not the only one that's computer illiterate here :)
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