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I see it's been a while since I updated. I keep meaning to do it, but stuff comes up and I just end up not doing it.
Never mind. I went to the dentist today, I've been getting a crown fitted, so there was a lot of drilling involved and a lot of putting yucky stuff in my mouth to take moulds from, but I was well frozen up, so I didn't mind too much. I now have a temporary crown in place, just to tide me over until the real one is put in place in a couple of weeks. It's not very strong, so I'm not supposed to eat on it. Bit of a nuisance really.
Work is pretty much of a sameness, store is getting geared up for Halloween, then after that it'll be full tilt towards Christmas. I can't believe we're over half way through October already. Where is the time going?!? I need to start thinking about the presents I need to buy. Eep.
One of our supervisors, Emma, is leaving in early November, so she's invited everyone for a drink at one of the local pubs. I don't know if I'll be going or not. It's local, which is good - that means I don't have to wait around for a lift home, and can leave when I'm ready, always a plus. I feel I should push myself to go for at least the first couple of rounds. I'm never going to get a life until I start pushing myself more. But then there's always the little voice at the back of my head saying, "Nobody will even notice if you're not there"
I fucking hate that voice.
I don't know...I haven't decided yet.
Ummm. What else. Oh yes. My nephew came to stay with us for a couple of days, while Gillian and James went to Denmark. At least I think it was Denmark. They were out of the country anyway, and Richie was staying with us. Richie had his tonsils and adenoids removed a couple of weeks ago. He'd had a couple of bleeds since his operation, but we'd all thought he was over that.
So Sunday night, we're all watching tv and Richie shows us that he's spitting up blood. It looked like quite a bit of blood, and we were concerned, so we phoned NHS 24 to ask their advice. They said that this was fairy normal after an operation like that, and to take him to the doctor the next day. The bleeding stopped, so we all went to bed. Richie seemed okay the next day, so we took him to Boost, and he played there until 4pm, after which we took him to the doctor, who said that his throat looked normal for where he was at, but to give him soft foods and avoid strenuous activity. We decided to keep him off his tae kwon do (sp?) the next day. All seemed okay.
Then about midnight, I woke up because Richie was crying. He says he's got a sore tummy, and goes into the bathroom, so I followed him and saw that he was spitting up blood again, so I went and got my Dad. We decided the blood was too thick, too dark and too much, so we called NHS 24, who said they would get a doctor to call us back, and in the meantime to keep an eye on him and call back or call an ambulance if his condition changed. So we did. Richie then started getting really sleepy, and we were worried because we couldn't tell if it was just him being tired or him going into shock or something. So we called an ambulance.
I stayed with him to make sure he kept breathing, and my Dad got some stuff together to take to the hospital. It seemd like ages till the ambulance to arrive, but it finally did, and we managed to get him awake and the lady paramedic picked him up to carry him to the ambulance. While we were waiting for the ambulance to turn around, Richie said he had a sore tummy and that he was going to be sick. He then vomited up blood. Quite a lot of it (the paramedics thought about 500ml) Either way it scared the bejesus out of my Dad and me. Dad went in the ambulance, and because I had work the next day, I stayed. It was still the early hours of the morning, so I went back in and had a fitful night's sleep.
Gillian and James came back on an earlier flight when they heard the news, so that was a relief. I felt bad about that because this was supposed to be their anniversary trip, but they said that Richie came first. Which is what I thought they'd say, so that wasn't so bad.
So that's that. I hope. The doctors reckon he was just unlucky, and that it's very rare.
I think I've got some holidays coming up, so that'll be good. I don't have any plans, but it'll be nice to have the time off. I think maybe I'll treat myself to a haircut, because I haven't had one in like....I don't know. I can't remember when I last had my hair cut, how bad is that?
Anyway, I think that's all for now.
Never mind. I went to the dentist today, I've been getting a crown fitted, so there was a lot of drilling involved and a lot of putting yucky stuff in my mouth to take moulds from, but I was well frozen up, so I didn't mind too much. I now have a temporary crown in place, just to tide me over until the real one is put in place in a couple of weeks. It's not very strong, so I'm not supposed to eat on it. Bit of a nuisance really.
Work is pretty much of a sameness, store is getting geared up for Halloween, then after that it'll be full tilt towards Christmas. I can't believe we're over half way through October already. Where is the time going?!? I need to start thinking about the presents I need to buy. Eep.
One of our supervisors, Emma, is leaving in early November, so she's invited everyone for a drink at one of the local pubs. I don't know if I'll be going or not. It's local, which is good - that means I don't have to wait around for a lift home, and can leave when I'm ready, always a plus. I feel I should push myself to go for at least the first couple of rounds. I'm never going to get a life until I start pushing myself more. But then there's always the little voice at the back of my head saying, "Nobody will even notice if you're not there"
I fucking hate that voice.
I don't know...I haven't decided yet.
Ummm. What else. Oh yes. My nephew came to stay with us for a couple of days, while Gillian and James went to Denmark. At least I think it was Denmark. They were out of the country anyway, and Richie was staying with us. Richie had his tonsils and adenoids removed a couple of weeks ago. He'd had a couple of bleeds since his operation, but we'd all thought he was over that.
So Sunday night, we're all watching tv and Richie shows us that he's spitting up blood. It looked like quite a bit of blood, and we were concerned, so we phoned NHS 24 to ask their advice. They said that this was fairy normal after an operation like that, and to take him to the doctor the next day. The bleeding stopped, so we all went to bed. Richie seemed okay the next day, so we took him to Boost, and he played there until 4pm, after which we took him to the doctor, who said that his throat looked normal for where he was at, but to give him soft foods and avoid strenuous activity. We decided to keep him off his tae kwon do (sp?) the next day. All seemed okay.
Then about midnight, I woke up because Richie was crying. He says he's got a sore tummy, and goes into the bathroom, so I followed him and saw that he was spitting up blood again, so I went and got my Dad. We decided the blood was too thick, too dark and too much, so we called NHS 24, who said they would get a doctor to call us back, and in the meantime to keep an eye on him and call back or call an ambulance if his condition changed. So we did. Richie then started getting really sleepy, and we were worried because we couldn't tell if it was just him being tired or him going into shock or something. So we called an ambulance.
I stayed with him to make sure he kept breathing, and my Dad got some stuff together to take to the hospital. It seemd like ages till the ambulance to arrive, but it finally did, and we managed to get him awake and the lady paramedic picked him up to carry him to the ambulance. While we were waiting for the ambulance to turn around, Richie said he had a sore tummy and that he was going to be sick. He then vomited up blood. Quite a lot of it (the paramedics thought about 500ml) Either way it scared the bejesus out of my Dad and me. Dad went in the ambulance, and because I had work the next day, I stayed. It was still the early hours of the morning, so I went back in and had a fitful night's sleep.
Gillian and James came back on an earlier flight when they heard the news, so that was a relief. I felt bad about that because this was supposed to be their anniversary trip, but they said that Richie came first. Which is what I thought they'd say, so that wasn't so bad.
So that's that. I hope. The doctors reckon he was just unlucky, and that it's very rare.
I think I've got some holidays coming up, so that'll be good. I don't have any plans, but it'll be nice to have the time off. I think maybe I'll treat myself to a haircut, because I haven't had one in like....I don't know. I can't remember when I last had my hair cut, how bad is that?
Anyway, I think that's all for now.