Briefly
Hail all,
A very brief catchup note.
Thanks vast amounts for the well-wishings. Sarah is still not well, hence the fewer posts than usual - I have a lot I want to write about and not a lot of time to do it. She is now on some relatively hard-core pain relief. It is difficult to tell if this is working because tragically, Sarah was born without a whinge gland and physiologically almost cannot complain, whereas my whinge gland is the size of a cantaloupe and pulses rhythmically several times a day.
However, we know that good pain relief means good mobility means good recovery from surgery, so there is a functional reason for her to take her medication, an "excuse", and that seems to be working.
In other news, the Great Socialist Dawn (that's an event that I am referring to, not a person) continues here. Oddly, it seems almost exactly the same as the previous administration - and God, that term suited the previous lot, because they weren't a government because they didn't govern and they sure as Hell weren't a leadership because they didn't lead. Things seem unaltered, whichever way you look at it.
Anyway. With Sarah trying to exercise pre-surgically, I have been doing martial arts stuff (sorry about the "sexy women want to meet you" pop-ups, but it's worth looking at) and have managed to give myself sciatica from muay thai. These are possibly sympathy pains, i.e.: pain that you get so you can say "hey, I need some sympathy!", but still it's a real pain in the gluteofemoral region. In the mornings it's coffee, black with two naproxen and some panadol.
Speaking of drug-popping doctors, if anyone's seen "House", how many people reckon he's Sherlock Holmes? House --> Holmes, Wilson --> Watson, isolated, misanthropist, opiate dependent, impossibly keen diagnostic eye. He even plays a musical instrument. Can't remember if I've mentioned that before.
Anyway, work is going moderately well, and I have much more I want to write about, but now I am on call and must go off and work. I am looking forward to writing tomorrow.
Thanks for listening,
John
A very brief catchup note.
Thanks vast amounts for the well-wishings. Sarah is still not well, hence the fewer posts than usual - I have a lot I want to write about and not a lot of time to do it. She is now on some relatively hard-core pain relief. It is difficult to tell if this is working because tragically, Sarah was born without a whinge gland and physiologically almost cannot complain, whereas my whinge gland is the size of a cantaloupe and pulses rhythmically several times a day.
However, we know that good pain relief means good mobility means good recovery from surgery, so there is a functional reason for her to take her medication, an "excuse", and that seems to be working.
In other news, the Great Socialist Dawn (that's an event that I am referring to, not a person) continues here. Oddly, it seems almost exactly the same as the previous administration - and God, that term suited the previous lot, because they weren't a government because they didn't govern and they sure as Hell weren't a leadership because they didn't lead. Things seem unaltered, whichever way you look at it.
Anyway. With Sarah trying to exercise pre-surgically, I have been doing martial arts stuff (sorry about the "sexy women want to meet you" pop-ups, but it's worth looking at) and have managed to give myself sciatica from muay thai. These are possibly sympathy pains, i.e.: pain that you get so you can say "hey, I need some sympathy!", but still it's a real pain in the gluteofemoral region. In the mornings it's coffee, black with two naproxen and some panadol.
Speaking of drug-popping doctors, if anyone's seen "House", how many people reckon he's Sherlock Holmes? House --> Holmes, Wilson --> Watson, isolated, misanthropist, opiate dependent, impossibly keen diagnostic eye. He even plays a musical instrument. Can't remember if I've mentioned that before.
Anyway, work is going moderately well, and I have much more I want to write about, but now I am on call and must go off and work. I am looking forward to writing tomorrow.
Thanks for listening,
John
posted by Bronze John at 9:00 AM
6 Comments:
John,
It's not a coincidence that Dr. House lives in apartment 221. I think Wikipedia has a bit to say about the connection, if it interests you.
Luis
Meow Thai?
Isn't that some kind of
dance, the link is worth it.
House=Holmes? I hadn't ever thought of that! How cool (and how amusing that there appears to be a pun in there too - Holmes/Homes/House :P ).
Sorry to miss out on talking to you this last weekend, but I'm really looking forward to catching up with you both at/around Christmas time (not to mention introducing you to Emrys! :D ).
hogs to you both - hope the mutual exercising produces some relief!
Camilla
:)
Oh, Dr. John gets to meet Emrys? I'm so jealous.
I saw actual hogs this weekend by the way. I'd send 'em to any who are interested, but they really weren't the most attractive porcine animals I've ever seen, even if my girls did love them.
Dr. John: I love the idea of a whinge gland. My blog is one big giant inflamed whinge gland. Yup. There you go. Thanks for that image.
Hogs anyway.
There's a program that keeps being repeated on Nat. Geo. Wild (I'm watching a lot of daytime tv what with all the baby-feeding going on :P ), about an enormous hog called Hogzilla. Definitely not the kind of hog you want anyone to send to you (or to meet on a dark night in a secluded forest somewhere). Phew. That thing's the size of an elephant, and with tusks to match!
Peccaries though...I can always go a couple of peccaries :D
If we ever come over to the US, we'll make sure to bring Emrys to meet you and the girls!
I live them little snouts!
Oink oink!
I hope you both feel better soon!
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