Bits and bobs...

On the wheelchair thing - I am thinking of cancelling the whole process.  Its stressing me out too much.  Thinking that perhaps I should hint loudly and if I do it for long enough around my parents something good may happen.  In truth probably about as long as the whole waiting for wheelchair services to work their magic would take.  I still don't get the whole indoor/outdoor stuff.  So just don't even want to think about it anymore.

The hospital rang apparently (today as I was in a I am not answering the phone mood).  I am to have the grommets done on Monday!!!  A nurse will ring and do the pre-op on the phone!!! What bit of I can't hear properly do ENT particularly on the phone, do they not get.  But no matter, my primary concern is that they can obviously hear but are not LISTENING to - I have great difficulty with efficacy with local anaesthetics (injections and cream) because of the EDS.  They are not listening to this and I am concerned that it is going to hurt a lot.  Before I was diagnosed with EDS giving birth to my first child I was stitched up by a murdering cow wonderful midwife who simply did not believe that injections didn't work and I still haven't forgiven her.  Dentists tend to be more understanding I have found although I still abhor going to the dentist.  I hope the nurse on the phone LISTENS.  Although I must be honest I have never had a pre-op on the phone before.  Probably because its not an op its a procedure.

I am worrying about money a lot.  Along with worrying comes guilt and plenty of it.  When one relies wholly on another for everything its hard to moan at them about money.  Enough said really.

I am holding my breath for the last Chilean miner to pop up out of the pod... so can't comment on that until that happens.  edited to add - yippee - last one out ages ago - I obviously worry so much I forget to check on reality....  

The carpet that is supposed to be fitted in 'our' bedroom is still rolled up on the floor in the lounge.  Waiting for me to tidy up the bedroom.  I have tried to explain that the mess is too much and it looks as though I will be explaining that again.  With the possibility of a major 'take notice' tantrum thrown in.  These days I save these types of tantrums for important things, I'll let you know how that goes.  See I am so confident someone will be reading I blithely write 'I'll let you know'..  The carpet is new to me but not new, so I am having to adapt to the colour.
Beggars cannot be choosers however as my darling grandmother used to say.  It will be better than the floorboards currently exposed.  Now if we lived in a rural cottage like this -

 

floorboards would be fine & dandy.  However we live, albeit in a sleepy village similar to the one in the photograph not at all in a house whose original features look good.  Also I am afraid to say that hard floors and fally over EDS people do not go well together.  I feel I am coming to terms with the carpet not of my choice quite well, thinking that it is good to re-cycle (not really thinking so in this instance but it is good to re-cycle) and that in truth the majority of a bedroom is taken up by the bed afterall.   If I keep repeating these reasons to myself often enough I will believe.  I think its called self hypnosis.

Moving on swiftly, I am watching a programme called Countryfile and am much impressed by a town  where food waste (including meat & bone) is collected each week and converted into electricity.  Clever technologies.  Not everyone has composting facilities.  Converting food waste to electricity instead of sending to landfill - a good idea.  Sewage to electricity another good idea.  I like good ideas, I prefer though when they are put into action.  In our house food waste does happen I will not lie but I hate waste.  I am my mother's daughter!

Well that's more than enough of my bits and bobs ...