'Fixing' the Broken Weekender 29 Sept - 3 Oct 2016
This was a bad one, though. Other than when they were toddlers, I don't remember any of my kids having an attack that was quite this serious. As of last night, she still had an audible wheeze, which is crazy because it usually doesn't last this long. Thankfully she's back to full lung capacity and no longer in discomfort.
U75, I'm glad that your daughter is doing better. I imagine that was scary. Cool that your 11 year old helped with bedtime. Boys that age can be surprisingly tender and great with little kids.
MB rest up. I'd say you deserve a break.
Hey Gilmer! Celebrity meetings? I sold 24 cordial glasses to David Schwimmer for a post production party for a play he was in a good 18 years ago.
I held a check that Jerry Springer wrote for the purchase of furniture. I washed my hands afterwards. I didn't see him.
Short day at work today. Leaving to take son to the dentist for "Filling the cavity, part I". He has two cavities on opposite sides of his mouth so they are doing one at a time. Just wish he'd brush better.
MB rest up. I'd say you deserve a break.
Hey Gilmer! Celebrity meetings? I sold 24 cordial glasses to David Schwimmer for a post production party for a play he was in a good 18 years ago.
I held a check that Jerry Springer wrote for the purchase of furniture. I washed my hands afterwards. I didn't see him.
Short day at work today. Leaving to take son to the dentist for "Filling the cavity, part I". He has two cavities on opposite sides of his mouth so they are doing one at a time. Just wish he'd brush better.
I am glad your daughter is on the mend U75, fingers crossed it was the last bad attack
Rest up MB
I met Bond girl Caroline Munro at a film festival in West London maybe 18 months ago she was the helicopter pilot in The Spy Who Loved Me. She still looks good! (OK that's not exactly famous but it's the best I could do)
Rest up MB
I met Bond girl Caroline Munro at a film festival in West London maybe 18 months ago she was the helicopter pilot in The Spy Who Loved Me. She still looks good! (OK that's not exactly famous but it's the best I could do)
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I don't think people are thankful enough. And I don’t think people are thankful enough for their bodies. So I'm going to take a moment here, before the mindless ecstasy of chocolate and biscuits, to notice what I'm thankful for about my body.
Well, as some of you know, I work as a medical secretary for a doctor. The doctor I work for is always extremely busy and therefore so am I.
He came to me about one month ago and told me to get the paperwork ready for a particular patient. As the patient has a serious form of cancer, he needed half of his tongue removed. It was a long and complicated procedure involving a large medical team, blood from the blood bank and up to 12 hours in theatre.
This morning I arrived at work as usual. I spent some time taking calls and chatting with my colleagues when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to be greeted by the above gentleman, dressed in pajamas and dressing gown. He handed me a sheet of paper with my job title on it.
I helped him to a chair and glanced at my colleagues. At this time every one was pretending to look busy.
Truthfully at this stage I wasn't sure which of us was going to pass out first! Me from shock (mostly because I had never seen someone so dangerously ill before)...and him for other reasons.
In a voice barely above a whisper, and between panting and wheezing, he managed to convey his query to me. The more he "talked", the stronger the image of Darth Vader was becoming in my mind. All that loud breathing....This gentleman is not quite 50 and does not have long left in this life as we know it.
I assured him I would take care of it and he set off back to the ward. My colleague turned to me and said "you handled that really well. I just couldn't look at him".
As I get older and turn a little bit more into my mom everyday, I get more sentimental and I want to celebrate and commemorate and stop and smell flowers and keep a gratitude journal and basically just take every opportunity to be self-reflective as the world around me is rushing off to Starbucks and to get in line for the next I-phone.
Which is why I'm going to pause for a moment and be thankful that I am whole. My entire body works, all at the same time. We learn very young to criticise our bodies and take little time to appreciate the fact that they work. Really it's wonderful to have a whole, functioning body. That’s kind of great in and of itself.
It's amazing how much I have to be thankful for. When you take a minute to think about what is good, it's amazing what you can come up with.
Well, as some of you know, I work as a medical secretary for a doctor. The doctor I work for is always extremely busy and therefore so am I.
He came to me about one month ago and told me to get the paperwork ready for a particular patient. As the patient has a serious form of cancer, he needed half of his tongue removed. It was a long and complicated procedure involving a large medical team, blood from the blood bank and up to 12 hours in theatre.
This morning I arrived at work as usual. I spent some time taking calls and chatting with my colleagues when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to be greeted by the above gentleman, dressed in pajamas and dressing gown. He handed me a sheet of paper with my job title on it.
I helped him to a chair and glanced at my colleagues. At this time every one was pretending to look busy.
Truthfully at this stage I wasn't sure which of us was going to pass out first! Me from shock (mostly because I had never seen someone so dangerously ill before)...and him for other reasons.
In a voice barely above a whisper, and between panting and wheezing, he managed to convey his query to me. The more he "talked", the stronger the image of Darth Vader was becoming in my mind. All that loud breathing....This gentleman is not quite 50 and does not have long left in this life as we know it.
I assured him I would take care of it and he set off back to the ward. My colleague turned to me and said "you handled that really well. I just couldn't look at him".
As I get older and turn a little bit more into my mom everyday, I get more sentimental and I want to celebrate and commemorate and stop and smell flowers and keep a gratitude journal and basically just take every opportunity to be self-reflective as the world around me is rushing off to Starbucks and to get in line for the next I-phone.
Which is why I'm going to pause for a moment and be thankful that I am whole. My entire body works, all at the same time. We learn very young to criticise our bodies and take little time to appreciate the fact that they work. Really it's wonderful to have a whole, functioning body. That’s kind of great in and of itself.
It's amazing how much I have to be thankful for. When you take a minute to think about what is good, it's amazing what you can come up with.
I've just handed over a substantial sum of money to my landlord for rent and oil and I'm feeling slightly resentful. The house is not amazing. It is what it is I guess.
I bought a large bar of chocolate on my way home from work. I went out for a walk later on and bought a package of biscuits at a different shop. I don’t know why I did that. It brought forth a lot of bad memories when I would go to several different shops in one evening buying bottles of wine.
Anyway I just checked my drawer and I have too much junk food stashed away. Must stop.
I bought a large bar of chocolate on my way home from work. I went out for a walk later on and bought a package of biscuits at a different shop. I don’t know why I did that. It brought forth a lot of bad memories when I would go to several different shops in one evening buying bottles of wine.
Anyway I just checked my drawer and I have too much junk food stashed away. Must stop.
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