Update

Yes I'm still here! Just working hard at work with not much time to play........well not too much anyway.

I have discovered that I can do a good impression of Dancing On Ice using my office chair....I just need to remember to check no one is in my way in case I poke their eye out on the triple axle :)

Sorry Sis In Law.....I'd already crashed when you rang, then woke up, then couldn't get back to sleep again. All is well.

Off to France tomorrow for some more essential supplies. Crisps, ravioli, energy drinks and rhubarb jam :)

Posting from work before I start, so I really can't type too much just in case :)

One worn out hardworking girl clocking in.

Hugs and Love

Whisky

xxxxx

Cha Cha Cha Changes....

As I mentioned before, my days at work have been swapped this week due to training, and extra cover needed for that. Maybe it was an omen. Maybe I was meant to be in work on Monday?

I arrived early, as always, and was setting up my desk, turning pc on etc. A member of our team arrives for work, is called straight in to see Boss S, and only comes back to clear out her desk, collect her belongings, and leave without saying goodbye. It was confirmed by supervisor S, that she had left. It's strange, but none of us were shocked. Things have happened in the past, which I knew little about, but brought forward the idea in my mind, that she wouldn't stay for long.

K on the sales desk immediately said "and then there were three". Another chapter closed, one person down. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worst. We won't know for definate for a while, but I know what my feelings are.

So, training and meetings commenced, and J and I did our best during what turned out to be a very busy morning. Everytime I went to input an order the phone rang, everytime I tried to resolve a query from a previous phone call it rang again. Just when I thought I had caught up, another query reared it's head. But, I loved it.

J and I get along well, he helps me a lot, and I do my best to help him where I can. Strange how my first instincts about him were completely wrong, and for once I had worked up the courage to talk to someone about how things were. I had never done that before, ever. I did it, we were both thinking the wrong thing, and we started again. I'm glad we did. He is an excellent work colleague. He works hard, but at the same time puts people at their ease, and makes them laugh. If ever you read this J, I'm sory for my initial response to you, and I hope you have forgiven me. Im so glad I was wrong!

A brief lunch break, where I rang my Mum to tell her what had happened. Back in, and into training. Yet another person who thought I was new to the company! But, I developed my knowledge further, and got full marks on the questionnaire at the end. WTG Whisky!

Back to work for half an hour and then home.

Milky coffee, and a phone call from hubby. I told him details of the day, and as always put my foot in it. I told him how I missed him. How my first half an hour at work is always spent feeling low, as I know I won't see him for days. I then tried to make it sound right. I dont want him to feel guilty for working away. I just wanted him to know I miss him when he isn't here.

Phone down, and I got cosy for some good tv programmes, Prison Break being one of them. It amazes me how many twists and turns there are in that programme. I no longer just sit and drool over the lead man Wentworth Miller, but sit and try and work out how they will get out of their current situation. And my guesses are normally wrong!

Up to bed at 1am, alarm clock set for eleven thirty. I hit snooze once, then turned the alarm off. Big mistake. Yet another long sleep, too long, most of the day gone. Another 15 hours gone in dreamland.

It's really the only downside of my disease right now. I feel well, so far I am coping well at work with the hours, and the gradual increase. When I am home I am doing more, washing and tidying up. Which previously I couldn't manage even before I returned to work.

My mind is yet again trying to tell me I am 100 per cent. My body holds up during the day. Letting me work, run around the office, tootle around at home, do my avon. But then, if I let it, it will shut down for fifteen or sixteen hours at a time. Is it healing itself even further? Is it recouperating from what I am putting it through,is it telling me I need to do less? Or is it just shouting at me to remind me I never will be one hundred percent.

Maybe I should listen to my body, or my mind more. Right now I'm confused. It's letting me do what I want to do with no "messages". Then just when I think everything is fine, it makes me sleep for fifteen hours.....and still feel as if I could sleep more?

Darned Crohn's. I would say I won't let it defeat me......but I have to. I have to meet it half way. Do what I can, and let my body recover itself in it's own way. If that means sleeping in, to hell with it. At least it means that I can function (hopefully) for the rest of the week. Especially with a big weekend coming up.

A test drive in a car, a birthday, a dinner with my parents on Sunday. Hopefully and ice skating session, with me hopefully not falling over. I need to conquer my fear of landing on my butt guys!

So. It's all change at work. A new member will be brought into the fold. No doubt that Boss S, and SUpervisor S will choose someone who fits in. Someone who works hard, but at the same time can laugh with us, and make us laugh. Fingers crossed.

For now,

Hugs and love

Whisky

xxxxx

Peaceful Sunday........Not!

Saturday was filled with lie ins, dozes, eating, and yet more dozes. I gave myself my B12 injection about two weeks ago. I have to have injections as the vitamin B12 is absorbed my your lower intestine, or Ileum. This is the part of me that was removed when I had my bag fitted, hence it being called and Ileostomy. Anyway, ever since then, for 13 years now, every three months I have to have a B12 injection.

I used to have to go over to the doctors and book in, wait for my appointment and then the nurse would do my injection. About three years ago, the nurse told me I was more than capable of doing the injections myself, to save time, and enable me to do the injections when I needed it, rather than wait another week for her to do it.

I know when I need the injection, firstly I get tired easily, secondly I don't sleep as well. I give myself the injection, which is fun in itself!, and then for the first two or three nights I sleep like a baby, then for about a week to a fortnight I hardly sleep at all at night, but doze throughout the day. Strange.

The B12 is injected into a muscle, normally my right thigh as I am left handed, it is then send through the blood cells in your muscle into your liver where it is stored and dispersed as your body needs it. It's great fun doing the injection. I get to snap the top off my own vial of bright pink liquid, I get to open a sterile needle, draw the fluid into the syringe via the needle, and that's when the fun begins.

Of course you have to "flick" the needle to disperse any air in the syringe to the top. Then you have to gently push the plunger until the air is forced out, and the liquid begins to appear. Easier said than done. I flick ferociously, I don't want even the slightest air bubble, then I try and gently push the plunger. With air in there there is some "stiffness" at first. Trying to push gently when you are meeting with resistance isn't easy! Of course, the air shoots out, the plunger shoots up, and the bright pink liquid squirts everywhere. I've tried angling it down the overflow. But this doesn't provide the right angle for the air to come out. So.....it has to be done completely upright.

Needless to say, every time I do my B12 injection I end up redecorating the bathroom. Sink, tiles, windowsill, window, and last time even the ceiling!! Lovely.

Then, gently insert, pull back the plunger slightly to ensure you aren't in a blood vessel and away we go. When the nurses do it I end up with a sore leg and a lovely bruise. When I do it all I get is a small pin prick on the skin. Cool.

Anyway....I'm in post B12 mode. Not sleeping well at night, but dozing throughout the day. I went upstairs for a sleep yesterday afternoon, but due to the neighbours still working, yes still working, on their extension, I couldn't doze off.

Back downstairs, and learnt some of my Spanish from my free cd with The Sun newspaper. I listen to it, write down the phrases in a way I can read, and say correctly, along with the meaning, and away I go.

I even rang Sis In Law last night, trying to be really clever and speaking to her in Spanish.......she didn't even know who it was!! We've decided when we go on holiday together this year, all six of us, that me and her can speak in Spanish and the boys won't understand! Wicked.

Up this morning, and Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest isn't it? Well not here. We have next door doing their renovations along with continuous shouting at each other, and somewhere over the way we have a budding band. The drummer plays at his highest level, on and on, and on, and on, the guitarist seems to do his own thing. I can make out things like Nirvana, but most of the time it's just lets see who can play the loudest! Aaaaaaaargh. A few minutes ago next doors dog was in competition with the drummer.......and losing.

Oh the fun of living in a nice quiet area!!!

Tonight Supernatural with the lovely Jensen Ackles is on ITV2.....I can't wait to see the new series!, and on Wednesday my new man, Eric Mabius is on Film Four in Resident Evil. I have to admit I've seen that film three or four times and always wondered who he was, he is cute in it.....but now I know, and I will watch it again, and again, and again......and record it for posterity.!!!

This week I have a funny week. Monday, day off. Tuesday work in the afternoon. Wednesday work in the afternoon. Thursday day off (when I normally would be working)....but, I have an appointment with my surgeon in the morning, and a hair cut in the afternoon.

Friday, working all day, then straight over to Sis In Laws for a pamper evening. Scrummy! Head massage, and an Angel card reading methinks. I might even treat myself to a set of Angel cards :)

So.....the weekend will come all to quick. I'll be staying over at Sis In Laws, so no doubt Little Miss Pink or Little Miss Purple will wake me, probably by bringing in the Nintendogs at 8am! Aaaaaaargh!.

Enough for today. I'll leave you in peace, whilst I sit hear listening to the sound of trowel on cement, on brick.

Hugs galore

Whisky

xxxxx