I went for my diving medical on Tuesday. I passed, despite having to step up and down off a chair for five minutes, which may be fine if you’re a 6ft North Sea commercial type but not if you’re little me. I left clutching my certificate and on the verge of tears. I’d put it down to [...]
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All emotional
Published May 2nd, 2008 in Diving, Running, broken ankle and ovarian cancer. 0 CommentsA half way witter
Published January 30th, 2008 in Blogging, Holidays, Swimming club, broken ankle and ovarian cancer. 9 CommentsIt’s been very quiet in this corner for some time now. I have no real excuse, just a jumble of reasons. It’s partly been a form of writer’s block - how pretentious! But I’ve had several posts in draft for some time and don’t seem to have been able to find the words to finish, [...]
I’m celebrating
Published November 27th, 2007 in Microscope, Working at home, broken ankle and ovarian cancer. 2 CommentsI’m not celebrating the fact that my hair is now coming out in handfuls and my debris is competing with the cat’s fluff for the attentions of the vacuum cleaner. Mind you, the cat’s fur isn’t likely to block up the bath plug so I win on that score.
I am celebrating the completion of my Irish Sea contract. I [...]
Tales of a cocktail cabinet
Published November 17th, 2007 in Family, broken ankle and ovarian cancer. 9 Comments4am. That’s an hour of the night that really doesn’t impinge upon my consciousness. I like to be wrapped cosily inside a totally unmemorable dream at 4am. I appreciate that there are folks who have to function at that time of the night or for whom 4am means breakfast but me? Well, I generally only see that [...]
I think my physiotherapist must have been a builder or a car mechanic in a past life. Conversations go something like this:-
“Well, how’s it coming along?” spoken in a very jolly voice.
So I tell her (she doesn’t look). “Well you know it’s never going to be the same again. You’ll probably never get be able to [...]
I passed my HSE diving medical today. I thought I’d share that nugget with the world in general. It occurred to me that perhaps I should adopt an annual injury ploy as the doctor didn’t make me do the dreaded step-up-on-the-chair-to-see-if-you’re-fit test, on account of my unfortunate ankle. But on second thoughts… On a related theme, those wonderful people [...]
A secret handshake?
Published August 9th, 2007 in Blogging, Boys, Edinburgh, Islands and broken ankle. 6 CommentsLittlemummy, Mother at Large and Guineapigmum met up for coffee today at Victor Hugo’s. Perhaps there should be a special handshake for the secret - or very public - world of bloggers. It was fun to meet the faces behind some of the blogs I read and yes, we do have names as do our [...]
Good mother, bad mother
Published July 17th, 2007 in Boys, Children, Microscope, Working at home and broken ankle. 4 CommentsI’m back! Well, OK, I haven’t in fact been any further than the utility room at the other end of the house, which doubles as a lab and houses my microscopes in a truly microscopic corner. As Andy from Wales remarked, when he called in to collect some of the buckets of pickled seabed I’ve [...]
My 11 year old neighbour (female) went to work on my leg at the weekend; results appended. Very fetching, I’m sure you’ll agree. My 12 year old offspring (male) is now too embarrassed to be seen in public with me. Maybe that should be more embarrassed than normal. The tall, skinny one, on the other [...]
One week’s travels with my ankle
Published June 25th, 2007 in Blogging, Family, Microscope, School, Working at home and broken ankle. 0 CommentsI have this feeling that I’ve run out of things to say, a very unlikely scenario. Some of you, of course, may breathe a sigh of relief. But, for myself, I have found that this blogging thing is a little like that old-fashioned and sadly declining habit of letter writing; the more you write, the [...]
One of those days
Published June 11th, 2007 in Boys, School, Swimming club, Teachers, Triathlon and broken ankle. 4 CommentsAnd it’s not even midday yet. GP2 was crowing at breakfast that he was going to have his last biology lesson ever today. His Biology teacher this year (not you Fearghal!) seems to have single-handedly killed all interest in the subject in the entire class, as only one of their number has picked biology for next [...]
Raison d’être
Published June 8th, 2007 in Blogging, Boys, School, Standard Grades, Surveys and broken ankle. 4 CommentsNow that the Standard Grades are over, and school is winding down for the year, I have this niggling feeling that my raison d’être has gone, vanished, disparu. Perhaps I should write a final blog post, following the lead of AB and Blethers. Trouble is, it’s too addictive and I’m not sure I could even [...]
Progress report
Published June 6th, 2007 in Housekeeping, Mother in law, Working at home and broken ankle. 0 CommentsI had a bath this morning! More information than you need, perhaps, but it was thanks to the arrival in the post yesterday of a Limbo. It works! It’s wonderful! So thank you to Fearghal and Liz O’Neill for recommending this. I then managed to get myself downstairs (we live upstairs) and along to the store for [...]
Normal service
Published June 1st, 2007 in Boys, School, Standard Grades and broken ankle. 2 CommentsWell, Standard Grades finished last Friday and there has been a collective breathing out and relaxing of all muscles (at least, all that don’t involve crutches and ankles). Biology last Monday received some intensive enforced revision over the final 24 hours although, once he’d trotted off to the exam, I looked over some past papers [...]
Life Jim, but not as we know it…
Published May 31st, 2007 in Family, Working at home and broken ankle. 9 CommentsI think my brain is still in shock, never mind my body. This is my first day on my own and I am motivated to do… nothing! Children at school, husband in Ireland for the day, sister back in Manchester, Grandma arriving tonight. I have a work mountain, a laundry mountain (it has finally stopped [...]
I went on a skive masquerading as my own CPD last Tuesday - diving at St Abbs, ostensibly to break my duck and get in the water for the first time this year. In fact, to meet Jane who was over from Belfast for a few days. It was a lovely day and we had [...]
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