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I got dragged away from a really nice get together this morning by a call from the school. I was needing to leave soon anyway to go home and catch the kittens to take them to the vet to get neutered, but still...

Nico had fallen from the monkey bars and hit his head. He seemed fine, hadn't lost consciousness, and was resting in the nurses station. So I head up to school to get him. He's happy to see me, and ready to go. He gets up, walks just fine, no dizzyness, his head only hurt if you touched the lump on the back of it. We went and got his rucksack, spoke to the teacher, and left the school.

He seemed fine to me, but since the school has an insurance policy with the local clinic, we might as well go and get him checked over, since it's free (hah, still not used to it *not* being free!). The last time he had a head injury was when a loift door sent him flying in the National Museum, and we went to the sick kids then, so I figured we might as well this time too.

We got to the car and he was cheerful and chatty, he called his dad and told him all about it. Given all that, I decided we could pop home, snare the kittens and take them to their appointment with the surgeon before taking N to the clinic.

So, cats caught, deposited at vets, some Spanish spoken at the vets, and then a lot of English when the Vet who speaks English came out, and N and I head for the clinic.

Where after not too long we are seen. He didn't want his blood pressure checked, in case they took all his blood, but after a little persuasion he relented. Then we waited to see a doctor. Pupils were checked for responsiveness, his reflexes checked with the little hammer, and we were sent off to have his head examined, I mean x-rayed.

Then we went back to the exam room, and waited, and waited. And watched some youtube videos on my ipod. Finally, the doctor came back, and told us his head looked fine, there was no fracture. But then he started telling me about all the dangers that can come from head trauma, and the signs i needed to look for, in case his brain started to swell, in 4 stages:

1: Headache and Dizziness
2. Nausea & Vomiting
3. Seizures
4. Unconsciousness

OK, I can do that. *THEN* he tells me to take him home and put him to bed for 24 hours with *no visual stimulation at all*, no TV, no computer, not even reading a book. Then in 24 hours, while he still needed to be in bed, he could have "his computer or his television in his bedroom" (what planet this doctor lives on I'm not sure). If he was ok, he could go back to school on Friday. And he's not to play any sports for a week. He then gave me a slip of paper with all this written down, and asked me eleventy billion times if I understood. I just looked at him and said "He's 5 years old!" to which the Dr replied, yes,and a very intelligent 5 years old, so don't let him read a book. Oh, and I could only give him bland food. In case his food made him sick and we didn't know if it was the head injury or the food. The quack was speaking spanglish all this time, by the way.

So... I smiled and nodded and we made good our escape.

Came home and I tried to make N a quesadilla while ranting to Bill on the phone about the quack, so I burned it. So I made him a cheese toastie. Then we raced to school to collect Thomas. And while we were waiting, I took scientific poll of all the other mothers on whether the Dr was totally full of shit, while N raced around, jumped off picnic tables, rolled around on the grass and generally behaved like a 5 year old who had had the afternoon off school.

Then Nico took me and Thomas to his playground to show us where it happened, and what he was doing at the time. Then we came home, and after Thomas did his homework, we watched TV. Spongebob. Which is probably the worst in terms of visual stimulation (for me at least).

So, did I do the right thing?
thereyougothen: (scary stuff)
this was a tough morning,  i wasn't allowed coffee. or food.

went to the hospital after dropping the boys off.  waited until they found an english speaking person to take us up to see the oncologist, then sat while he read my referral letter.  why didn't they give it to him beforehand?  i would have been happy to sit with my sock for ten minutes in the waiting room, instead of awkwardly on the other side of a desk.

anyway, he eamined me, which I should be used to by now.  weighed me. and he was the first doctor in all of this who told me to lose weight. in fact he said that while the herceptin was important, losing weight was even more so in stopping the cancer coming back. hmmm.

i admit that i have been surprised that no one ever said anything about it (well, no one expect my mum!).  but that was pretty blunt today.  he said, " it's spring, there is a lot of nice fruit in CHile that you can eat" LOL.

he took us in to see the chemo suite.  very posh comfy looking chairs. and very small, compared to what we are used to, unless there's more around the corner.  I have an appointment for 09.00 on thursday, which is exaclty 3 weeks snce my last treatment.

then we went back to the nice english speaking head nurse, who i am to contact for everything, from major illness to ingrown toenail.  we asked if we could have a pro-forma invoice so that we don't have to pay in advance, but she took us down to the finance place and they took a copy of my insurance card and said that they will get a reference number from the insurance people and will be able to bill direct.  I am VERY curious as to what it will cost.

and they never took blood or anything, so the starving was a total waste.  thanks people.  getting up at 6 is tough enough.

then we left, and Bill dropped me off at Beverly's house, where I was plied with coffee and cookies.  I was offered proper breakfast, but settled for cookies!  absolutely fascinating conversation centering around teachig reading to kids.  we were all mothers, 3 of us with 2 sons, one with a 9 month old daughter.  2 educators - one a long time teacher of reception class in the english system, the other a remedial reading (possibly not the modernly accepted term, I must ask her) teacher in US middle school.  AND - Beverly loaned me a set of Biff, Chip and Kipper books for N.  He won't get them here, and we LOVE the magic key stories, so we will read them with him.  And with TT, who wanted to sleep with 2 of them under his pillow tonight.

we have finally found fresh milk after almost two weeks of UHT. it's "ultrapasteurised", so Bill says it still doesn't taste as good as at home, but when i suggested I wouldn't bother buying it again, it suddenly was almost as good...

Bill signed (i am a non-person) a letter of intent to rent a house today,  hopefully the landlord will agree, and then we all traipse off to a notary public to sign the actual lease  (well, for Bill to sign, I just get to watch).  we might get to move in a week today!  hurrah!

and I have to get up at 6, so I have to go to bed now.  06.00 is murder.  

33 sleeps

Sep. 24th, 2008 09:42 pm
thereyougothen: (chile)
today they boys and I went shoe shopping in the morning - amazingly all three of us got new shoes. and at outlet prices too. i don't know how difficult it will be to gt shoes for them in Chile, we've been told that Bill will struggle to get trousers and shoes, so I decided that since both boys have very wide feet and high insteps, i would get them some shoes to keep us going for a while at least. if we are lucky these will do us until christmas, and we will hopefully being going up to the US then. but we might have no trouble at all with shoes. who knows?

you know, we hardly know anything about this place we're going to live in for the next 5 years. and actually, i'm kinda enjoying the fact...

in the hope of encouraging my family to keep a journal of sorts of their experiences, i've set up a family blog. so far it has copies of all these xx sleeps posts. I'm hoping that I can get Thomas at least to contribute to it. i will try and make it interesting with photos and stuff like that. just not today.

after shoe shopping (which also included a stop at the paper mill shop and the purchase by TT of a huge happy birthday rubber stamp [what? what do you mean what did I buy? *looks innocent*]) we went to another shopping centre and met [ profile] buzzy_bee and [ profile] buzzy_babe for lunch. we had a really nice time. maybe strike days aren't so bad after all...
thereyougothen: (scary stuff)
whew. much better today.

The boys were once again completely uninterested.

 the nurse arrived when she said she would, didn't piss about, looked at my veins, decided to use a butterfly in my right hand, and just got it sorted.  it did mean that i had to sit with my hand still for two hours, but that was ok, becasue we had a really rather interesting conversation.  She had spent 5 months in South America.  Been to Santiago, and lots of other places.  So I got to pick her brains.

We're going to move my treatment by a couple of days so that I can have the last one here as close to our leaving date as possible, so my next one will be on the Thursday, the one after that on the Monday and the final one on the Wednesday before we go,  which is a full week later than it would have been on the original schedule.  that gives me more time in santiago to meet the doctors and get a bit settled.  hah,  a bit settled. in 2 weeks?  aye right!  but still. better than having to have the treatment n
 the first week there.

This morning I took both my dead desktop computers to the PC repair man.  (that *is* what the shop is called!)  Two guys, really nice, not at all condescending, unlike the local shop I phoned up the other day "I take it you don't know anything about computers then"...

It should be £80 to get the pair of them fixed - to wipe and restore the old one, and the newer one will get wiped, but they will try and recover the data.  Hopefully they will be ready in a couple of days.  I need at kleast one of them back to programme an embroidery for a staory sack i;m supposed to be finishing ove rthe summer holiday!

We're off to London on Thursday.  It was supposed to be a campsite near Castle Douglas, but well, it's pissing down still, isn't it?  So we're getting the train (hurrah!) to London.  Back on Saturday night.  Yay!  A holiday.

new school

Aug. 11th, 2008 10:36 am
thereyougothen: (me & boys)
so yesterday, I was looking at the webpage for the school the boys will be going to - Nido de Aguilas."Eagles' Nest".  I came across the PTA page - it has biographies of the committee members. Oh, I am going to be so out of my league!

But, go look at the school on google earth:  the place is huge!  I just know we'll get lost, or be constantly late, or otherwise draw attention to ourselves.

Bill's waiting to hear back on the detail of one of the job offers, but the decision is more or less made - we *think* he'll be going with the european offer.

we *think* we'll be leaving about the 20th of OCtober.

I had been saying that we were going to have two sumers this year, but I have now realised it wll be more accurate to say that we won't have winter.  I don't think calling this summer would pass the trades descritpions act.

We're supposed to be going camping down near Castle Douglas on Thursday.  it's not looking very promising.  we wanted to use the tent at least one more time before we have to seel it, but I'm not going camping in the rain again just for the sake of it.  We'd actually like to enjoy ourselves a bit.

Oh god, back to work a week today.
thereyougothen: (scary stuff)
isn't that great? i actually have enough hair to be having a bad hair day. it's sticking out behind my ears and looking really rather silly though.

in other news, i am reading a book. a real honest to god novel for the first time in months and i can actually remember what i read before i went to sleep last night.

maybe i shold dig out the couple of trashy spanish romances that a friend gave me when i last tried to learn spanish. i wonder if I still have them? i think the ambivalence is gone again.

in other other news, i bought some silicone cupcake cups. they look great in bright colours, but they are a bugger to clean. whether b hand or in the dishmasher. maybe paper cupcake cups aren't such a bad thing after all. i think i will make the boys some jello in the silicone ones, or something.
thereyougothen: (scary stuff)
when I woke up this morning I had to ask Bill what day it was. unfortunately it is Monday, so I had to get up, help get the boys sorted and go to work.

i was good for not very much at work. i spent ages going through a database of publications and capitalising all the titles (why didn't the person who put them in do that in the first place? possibly becasue she doesn't know about the capitalising titles convention?)

i then went to try and explain something about tables in MS Word to the boss. I kept trailing off halfway through sentences and I don't think i manged to explain anything very successfully. The boss suggested I go home. so i left about 30 minutes early.

and have had lunch and coffee and chocolate, and it hasn't helped.

I really need to go through the playroom closet and find the trousers of TT's graduation from nursery outfit so that N can wear it on Wednesday. but really, i think all i am good for is sitting on the sofa. i'm not even sure if my eyes will focus well enough to knit.

i don't know if it's still post-chemo tired, or not sleeping becasue of chilean indecision tired. or a bit of both.

whichever, i'm bloody tired today.

what day is it again?
thereyougothen: (Default)
wow. to go to ocean terminal today cost us £9.80. the cheapest it could have been was £9, but we didn't have the right money to buy the boys day tickets on the first bus we got on (and I was too truthful when the bus driver asked me if N actually needed a ticket. I said I'd have to buy singles since I didn't have enough. the guy was giving me the opportunity to pretend N was still 4, but I just couldn't do it. I doubt Bill could have either...

it takes us 2 buses each way to get to ocean terminal, I tried to phone the bus company to ask what the deal is, they say on their website and everywhere that it's "£1.10 per journey" that means we should be able to get those two buses for £1.10. they didn't answer the phone today, so I asked the bus driver and he said we had to pay on each bus. daylight bloody robbery. no wonder we usually drive, eh? and the first bus we were on broke down as well, were they trying to tell us something?

the garage phoned this morning, we are now not getting after market brake calipers on the car, we're getting new ones, but somehow they are only going to cost an extra £150 instead of £400. don't ask me. garages are a law unto themselves. oh well it's only money. heh.

anyway, we had a really nice leisurely lunch at ocean terminal (we got there about 3!) the boys played out on the terrace and Bill and I got to talk and drink beer and wine and actually enjoy ourselves. it was nice. we talked about Chile a lot. we think we're really going to go. we talked about what sort of house we want. and getting an extra bedroom so that I can have a workroom. and what i'm going to do with myself. and how nice it will be when he has 6 days off in a row once a month.

then I went bra shopping, with much success! i have one of those fancy tape measures that supposedly tells you what your bra size is, and it was actually right, or at least right for the bras I tried on in debenhams. it told me 40DD, mind! anyway, I have bought three new underwired bras in the sale. I may have to take the wires out, but I'm going to try and keep them in to start with, pseudo boob doesn't hold its shape as well as real boob, and now I remember that the nurse told/warned me that it could be molded into shape, so not to wear the same bra all the time. i've been wearing ill fitting, not very supportive ones for the last how long is it? 8 months! so, today I bought ones that make me a nice shape. i shall try and wear them and see if I can make it a little more permanent... and one of them is green!! hurrah!

my back is killing me sitting here so I'm off to bed. N was a real mummy's boy today, and I think I wrenched something pulling him onto my lap on the bus. my electric blanket awaits.
thereyougothen: (scary stuff)
So, this morning is my second herceptin appointment. And the first time I have had to go to Ward 1 on my own. Bill has too much work to do to be able to afford this morning off as well as this afternoon.

This afternoon may be even more nerve wracking than this morning's appointment. I have to stanf up in front of all the new parents for next year's Primary 1 and talk about the Parent Council.

But first I have to get through my appointment, and out the other side in time to collect N and get up to the school. But it's very exciting. Even TT was beside himself this morning with excitement that N is going for his school visit. He gets to see the classroom, we get to meet his teachers (well, we will have already met, but this is official) and I get to tell all the new parents how wonderful the parent council is... eek.

But I'm not looking forward to going to the hospital all by myself. But we agree that it is more important for Bill to come along for N's first official school visit. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Both things.

Whichever, it's better than working. More on that in another post.

In other news, we have to wait at least another week for the official job offer. that means at least three weeks from hearing that he's got it, to getting any other details. aargh.

Not a baby!

Jun. 8th, 2008 12:18 pm
thereyougothen: (Bill & boys)
Nico is 5 years old today. Thomas has been a big brother for 5 whole years.

I don't have a baby anymore, as I keep getting told in no uncertain terms.


Jun. 5th, 2008 07:22 pm
thereyougothen: (Bill & boys)
Today I found myself holding back tears at the Singing Club show, thinking that it was probably the last one we were going to be at. And that Nico, who after complaining that he wanted to play, not sit, was sat there open mouthed, watching, will probably now never be in a Singing Club show.

See, Bill has been offered a job here, as a systems astronomer and, offhand, we can't think of any good reasons to turn it down.

He/we still have to decide if he/we really want to move to Chile for 5 years, but to be honest, who wouldn't? Wouldn't you?

We don't have any details yet, and we figure if we go it won't be before October.

But now I'm not sure just why I'm going to woolfest and the I Knit London day but there you go. (it might be to buy sock yarn, because from what i understand, sock yarn doesn't count as stash)

Sometimes I can be completely calm about the whole thing, but then I'm in a church hall full of singing 7 year olds, and well, it all becomes a bit real.
thereyougothen: (scary stuff)
I was standing in the kitchen doorway, when simultaneously, I heard the boys' bedroom door open and felt something fluttery on my arm. I shook my arm. It was still there. I shook it again, and a GREAT BIG HUGE SPIDER fell off it onto the floor. Barbara backed away looking terrified. The boys ran halfway up the stairs. And I calmly and collectedly went to the hall cupboard to get the spider catcher,* caught the spider on the third attempt, and took it and shook it outside the front door.

I'm sure I'll find my case of the hysterics somewhere soon. But I'm very glad it wasn't to hand at the time....

*which I bought Bill as a joke xmas present and have since discovered that it's actually bloody useful!
thereyougothen: (Default)
i made a crochet wire thing earlier this month, and it didn't work, it was supposed to be a beaded necklace, but wasn't heavy enough. so i thought i might make it into something else. so i think i might use it to embellish a bag. so i needed to buy some white fabric. i went to remnant kings and got almost a metre of sparkly organza for 91p, some bog standard curtain lining, which will be excellent for lining bags for £1. and some white fake linen for less than £2. and a big piece of white lycra for £4. it was priced at £7 something, which was half price, but it was a bit dirty, so I asked, and got it for £4. it will make fantastic knickers, or swimsuit lining, not quite sure what to use it for, it will stay in the stash for a while, I guess.

i want the house to myself to do the sewing though, i can't really work unless i'm on my own. don't want an audience.

never mind, i'm going spinning tomorrow.

i've uploaded a few pictures to flickr today, took ages, the wireless connection we have is so much crap. must try and lean how to fixc it.

and over the course of today, i have eaten 8 chocolates from a thorntons box. ooops.

i've done the first leg on my elijah, he needs to be done by about a week on wednesday.

speaking of a week on Wednesday, the parent council thing i was going to has been cancelled, so i will be able to go to knitting, two weeks in a row, hooray!

i have much more to say, but i have had 3 glasses of wine, and as a result, i need my bed more than i need to update LJ!

but i have remembered today that i really do enjoy my children. no more no less, i just enjoy them.

aw, poor N

Apr. 27th, 2008 11:04 am
thereyougothen: (Bill & boys)
I just heard TT say "i'm going to draw pictures" and then N: "all the time? you're not going to play with me?"

it's hard being a little brother.
thereyougothen: (me & boys)
i have much to say about my visit with the occupational health doctor = good and this monring's heart scan which was really quite difficult. but i am too tired to be very articulate.

and i have just been in floods of tears over not being able to hear bill on skype, and Nico clowning around at the camera and TT not being all that bothered about talking to daddy. he said hello at least.

the boys are in bed, i am having some VERY STRONG DRINK (port, that was the best i could find) and will hope to speak to bill again in a while, then will go to bed.

i am truly very exhausted. very.

i can see that my dad is online on skype, but if i call them i wll just end up crying again. so i wo't.
thereyougothen: (me & boys)
or tech savvy friends of parents. i just had a skype conversation with my parents thanks to a friend of theirs who is staying with them. video and everything.

the boys heard something and got out of bed, so they got to say goodnight too.

Nico and I went out for a walk down the path after tea. it was nice.

i made tacos for tea. the boys really liked them, they only had the chili mixture in their first taco, and just had cheese, corn and sour cream in their other two, but they stuffed themselves and really enjoyed their tea.

it has been a most pleasant evening.

and now i have knitting and the internet until bedtime.

heart scan tomorrow morning at 9.30....
thereyougothen: (Bill & boys)
Nicholas has got his place at Preston Street. He's going to his big brother's school.

The school secretary called me today to let me know, she said there'd be a letter from the COuncil, but she thought I'd like to know as soon as possible. She said he is the only out-of-district child getting a place. There were 15 applications.

Mummy being sick, daddy travelling for work, and mummy being on the School's Parent Council, plus having a sibling were our reasons for our placing request. I guess we needed all of those. I had been relatively unworried, assuming that as we had so many reasons, we'd have no problem. Now I realise, given that 14 got turned down, we really did need all those reasons. I wonder how many sibling requests have been turned down. I know of at least one so far.

Anyway - N is going to Preston Street, and I am very happy. So are he and TT. And Bill too, of course.


Apr. 7th, 2008 09:54 am
thereyougothen: (me & boys)
he's growing up. yesterday he got really frustrated that the drawing he was doing didn't look enough like what he wanted it to. even just a few weeks ago, he rarely drew any particular thing, he just drew.

Bill is laying a new floor in the hall, so yesterday he sheeted the floorboards with plywood, then invited the boys to draw whatever they wanted on it. TT drew Thunderbird 1 (the Tracy Island one, not the USAF display team), and N was drawing Concorde. after 2 attempts he got very upset and tearful becasue he said his concorde was rubbish. poor little guy. to those of us in the know, it very much resembled concorde, the pointy nose and delta-ish wings. but it wasn't good enough for N.

I can't remember if I ever noted this down, but a while ago, a month or more now probably, N patted me on the pseudo-boob and said "mummy, this boobie doesn't work anymore", then patted the other one and said "but a baby could still get milk from this one"

that's all he needs to know.
thereyougothen: (problem knitting)
this actually frightened me quite a lot. a mild bug caught from one of my kids has knocked me down really quite spectacularly. after sailing through and all that. this was scary, and a bit of a wake up call.


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