Post? On a Sunday?
Post in Liverpool has been ruddy awful recently, what with our postal service deciding to take a few more days off than everyone else. This meant that a splurge I had that I shouldn't have had on eBay took a long time before finally coming. Strangely the item from America came before the items from England. You may remember that I was talking about some Lion models a couple of posts back and I actually went and won a set of these on eBay as an advance order and they got deleivered on Wednesday, not being released until Saturday in shops. I hoped that at this that it would arrive before Saturday, but it didn't so I hoped that it would arrive on Saturday but it didn't. This left me wishing that there was post on Sunday but preparing myself not to receive it on Monday.
Woke up today very confused due to the loud noises coming from outside. At first I thought it must be some kids with some dustbins but then the brass section came in and it was realised that it was in fact remembrance Sunday. Getting up to have my bandage fall off and some porridge and then get back to trying to do some PBL when at some point (I can't remember when even though it must have been only a few hours ago) Steve came up to mine and
shula_tiger's room to give me two parcels! Lions and an adaptor to place in the phone after the rats chewed through the first one! The adaptor turned out not to be compatible but the Lions rawk! They even come on a seperate sprue so some ingenuitive eBayer may start selling those bits seperately. But the whole thing of this story is that post on a Sunday astounds me! Who knew it would ever happen? Maybe they're just trying to catch up but the fact I experienced it means I can die a very happy man.
I was in two minds whether to talk about my op or not here but I have decided now that anyone who doesn't want to know just won't read so we'll go for it. After a conversation with
wormlover I feel that I should emphasise that this was done on medical grounds, not for fun as it may have been thought; trust me, this is not fun... I never met the surgeon, which I thought was strange but I did meet the anaesthesioligist(sp?) and some guy who's gonna call me up and ask me if it hurts in a week. Asaesthesia is quite fun, they put some in and ask if you can feel anything and then put something else in and tell you to lay down. It was then I thought, "hey, why don;t I count back from 100?" I think that I got to 97. Then BANG, you're awake, and wide awake; in time for tea:) First time I stood up I almost fainted and then again when I was waiting for the car to come. I really wish I had a form to fill in about my stay cos that place could do with shaping up! I would have liked to meet the guy who I was trusting to cut me, when I was given pain relief after the op they said I couldn't have paracetamol because I'd had that before the op when I'd had no pre-med and the nurse who took my catheter out just ripped it from my hand! The ward was weird as well as Shula and my Mum got sent away leaving me to wait another 4/5 hours before my op reading my book and listening to a chav get pissed about waiting and just walk out. I also couldn't believe people actually had their mobiles on in a hospital. So, does it hurt? It aches and boy do you know if you've knocked it. It's getting better though. The least fun bit was getting off that first bandage but at least that's over now. Basically, if you don't have to get it done, don't, and if you do have to, don't go there.
This house is freezing and my internet sucks. My mum was surprised by how cold it is here as everyone else seems to want to get the gas bill down when we're paying the same amount a month anyway atm. She was also surprised how little anyone wants to clean. I shall go cook a roast dinner to warm me up.
Woke up today very confused due to the loud noises coming from outside. At first I thought it must be some kids with some dustbins but then the brass section came in and it was realised that it was in fact remembrance Sunday. Getting up to have my bandage fall off and some porridge and then get back to trying to do some PBL when at some point (I can't remember when even though it must have been only a few hours ago) Steve came up to mine and
shula_tiger's room to give me two parcels! Lions and an adaptor to place in the phone after the rats chewed through the first one! The adaptor turned out not to be compatible but the Lions rawk! They even come on a seperate sprue so some ingenuitive eBayer may start selling those bits seperately. But the whole thing of this story is that post on a Sunday astounds me! Who knew it would ever happen? Maybe they're just trying to catch up but the fact I experienced it means I can die a very happy man.
I was in two minds whether to talk about my op or not here but I have decided now that anyone who doesn't want to know just won't read so we'll go for it. After a conversation with
wormlover I feel that I should emphasise that this was done on medical grounds, not for fun as it may have been thought; trust me, this is not fun... I never met the surgeon, which I thought was strange but I did meet the anaesthesioligist(sp?) and some guy who's gonna call me up and ask me if it hurts in a week. Asaesthesia is quite fun, they put some in and ask if you can feel anything and then put something else in and tell you to lay down. It was then I thought, "hey, why don;t I count back from 100?" I think that I got to 97. Then BANG, you're awake, and wide awake; in time for tea:) First time I stood up I almost fainted and then again when I was waiting for the car to come. I really wish I had a form to fill in about my stay cos that place could do with shaping up! I would have liked to meet the guy who I was trusting to cut me, when I was given pain relief after the op they said I couldn't have paracetamol because I'd had that before the op when I'd had no pre-med and the nurse who took my catheter out just ripped it from my hand! The ward was weird as well as Shula and my Mum got sent away leaving me to wait another 4/5 hours before my op reading my book and listening to a chav get pissed about waiting and just walk out. I also couldn't believe people actually had their mobiles on in a hospital. So, does it hurt? It aches and boy do you know if you've knocked it. It's getting better though. The least fun bit was getting off that first bandage but at least that's over now. Basically, if you don't have to get it done, don't, and if you do have to, don't go there.
This house is freezing and my internet sucks. My mum was surprised by how cold it is here as everyone else seems to want to get the gas bill down when we're paying the same amount a month anyway atm. She was also surprised how little anyone wants to clean. I shall go cook a roast dinner to warm me up.