I love to go a rambling ....
Thought I'd better post again as it has been a while (cough). Don't know where to begin really as so much has been going on lately, nothing major just "stuff", so I'll just ramble on.
The last few weeks have been really odd and I don't want to be maudlin so apologies if it does appear that way. First thing that we had to deal with was the 25 August, it would have been mum and dad's 50th wedding anniversary, and I know that we have all been quietly dreading it for months. I wasn't sure what to do, I mean, I couldn't send mum a card but I still felt that I should mark it in some way but didn't want to upset mum. In the end after chatting with mum, we didn't even go to the cemetary as she felt that she didn't need to go there to mark the date which I really understand, as she has his memories and dad would understand perfectly. Still felt odd though not buying mum and dad an anniversary card for the first time in my life. Then we've just had the 13 September which would have been dad's birthday (71), I really felt so upset about not "being" with him for the first time ever on that date but I went to the cemetary and had a chat with him and gave him a nice plant (??). Bizarre!!! Mum is coping so well though and even though she is obviously very sad and missing him so much she does feel that "life has to go on" which I think is so very positive.
So then I have the dentist to deal with (Simon), nice chap only 34 (Yikes, policemen, dentists, doctors and vets all younger than me these days). I've been having real problems with my gums and teeth lately, I look after them so well but nothing seems to stop the dreaded gum infections. In the last 12 months I've had three!! A few weeks ago I got the familiar burning itchy pain in my top left side gum (no 7 tooth). I went to see Simon who told me nah, just some loose enamel, the tooth needs a deep filling. It was filled and still the pain continued. I told him I'm certain it's infected and he said "nah just some sensitivity due to the deep filling" and put some flouride around it. Still the pain continued, and last weekend I was in tears with it, it was sooooo bad. Went to see him again, insisted on an xray and yes, the tooth now has an abscess and has to come out as root canal would be too difficult due to the position of the tooth. So, much to my dismay my no7 tooth is no more. Really, really, pissed off about it.
Then we have preschool, ah yes, how lovely. Took Luke along to his preschool and was immediately concerned about the bowl of potato crisps that was sitting on a plastic table alongside some tinned mandarin oranges. A young girl "helper" was trying to convince a few of the kids to sit and eat their "snack" (at 9.30 in the morning!). I was due to stay with Luke to settle him in, but he was so obviously unimpressed with the set up, I noticed for the first time how low the ceilings were, how cramped the room was and how uninterested the staff seemed. I hung aroung for a while but nobody really came to chat to Luke or show him around so he started to get "bored". Not a good sign. I told the teacher I was going and would collect Luke later on, gave Luke a kiss and went. When I collected him, he was in tears (I was sort of expecting this) but it turned out he'd had nobody to talk to, and ended up getting a book on fire engines out and sitting in a corner on his own. He'd also been given potato chips for his snack!!! So we didn't go back there. He's now in Ladybirds which is a lovely airy place, with loads of activities that are rotated, an outside play area and oh yes, no potato chips for snack. They have fruit, crumpets, or other nice healthy stuff. He was very anxious at being left at first, but this morning he was so much better and happier and is starting to learn how to socialise with other kids. Fab!!!
Oh yes, and the local vicar has told us that we can rent a house they have just renovated in York Street, so we're moving in a month's time. Just thought I'd slip that in.
Am also feeling really bloated as not had any time to exercise and am now considering using the hoover attachment for some DIY liposuction. Thing I'd just better move my arse and do something aerobically challanging like the hoovering, or the washing up, maybe a little dusting.
The last few weeks have been really odd and I don't want to be maudlin so apologies if it does appear that way. First thing that we had to deal with was the 25 August, it would have been mum and dad's 50th wedding anniversary, and I know that we have all been quietly dreading it for months. I wasn't sure what to do, I mean, I couldn't send mum a card but I still felt that I should mark it in some way but didn't want to upset mum. In the end after chatting with mum, we didn't even go to the cemetary as she felt that she didn't need to go there to mark the date which I really understand, as she has his memories and dad would understand perfectly. Still felt odd though not buying mum and dad an anniversary card for the first time in my life. Then we've just had the 13 September which would have been dad's birthday (71), I really felt so upset about not "being" with him for the first time ever on that date but I went to the cemetary and had a chat with him and gave him a nice plant (??). Bizarre!!! Mum is coping so well though and even though she is obviously very sad and missing him so much she does feel that "life has to go on" which I think is so very positive.
So then I have the dentist to deal with (Simon), nice chap only 34 (Yikes, policemen, dentists, doctors and vets all younger than me these days). I've been having real problems with my gums and teeth lately, I look after them so well but nothing seems to stop the dreaded gum infections. In the last 12 months I've had three!! A few weeks ago I got the familiar burning itchy pain in my top left side gum (no 7 tooth). I went to see Simon who told me nah, just some loose enamel, the tooth needs a deep filling. It was filled and still the pain continued. I told him I'm certain it's infected and he said "nah just some sensitivity due to the deep filling" and put some flouride around it. Still the pain continued, and last weekend I was in tears with it, it was sooooo bad. Went to see him again, insisted on an xray and yes, the tooth now has an abscess and has to come out as root canal would be too difficult due to the position of the tooth. So, much to my dismay my no7 tooth is no more. Really, really, pissed off about it.
Then we have preschool, ah yes, how lovely. Took Luke along to his preschool and was immediately concerned about the bowl of potato crisps that was sitting on a plastic table alongside some tinned mandarin oranges. A young girl "helper" was trying to convince a few of the kids to sit and eat their "snack" (at 9.30 in the morning!). I was due to stay with Luke to settle him in, but he was so obviously unimpressed with the set up, I noticed for the first time how low the ceilings were, how cramped the room was and how uninterested the staff seemed. I hung aroung for a while but nobody really came to chat to Luke or show him around so he started to get "bored". Not a good sign. I told the teacher I was going and would collect Luke later on, gave Luke a kiss and went. When I collected him, he was in tears (I was sort of expecting this) but it turned out he'd had nobody to talk to, and ended up getting a book on fire engines out and sitting in a corner on his own. He'd also been given potato chips for his snack!!! So we didn't go back there. He's now in Ladybirds which is a lovely airy place, with loads of activities that are rotated, an outside play area and oh yes, no potato chips for snack. They have fruit, crumpets, or other nice healthy stuff. He was very anxious at being left at first, but this morning he was so much better and happier and is starting to learn how to socialise with other kids. Fab!!!
Oh yes, and the local vicar has told us that we can rent a house they have just renovated in York Street, so we're moving in a month's time. Just thought I'd slip that in.
Am also feeling really bloated as not had any time to exercise and am now considering using the hoover attachment for some DIY liposuction. Thing I'd just better move my arse and do something aerobically challanging like the hoovering, or the washing up, maybe a little dusting.
posted by paula @ 1:31 AM
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