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Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?

Ah, well.

On the upside, my mother is out of hospital and back to being thrawn as usual. On the downside, I have fucking conjunctivitis and can hardly see out of this gunk. I think I may be a little run down...


Mar. 3rd, 2006 09:06 am
dc: (Doctor)
My mother should be getting out today — she is really champing at the bit to get home. She is looking very well, really, now, let’s hope this has got the message across to her that she should not try to hide it when she’s ill and shouldn’t balk at seeing the doctor.

The moot last night was quite fun, despite the non-appearance of the bloody speaker!

We had a wee discussion on the practice of magic, which went OK (though frankly I was too tired for something like that), then settled down to a social moot. Saw some people I hadn’t seen for a while. Don’t much like the substitute venue though, the staff were a little snotty last night, and the layout is pretty poor for a moot. I think I was right about the level of custom they get through not answering the phone — there was one group (of three people) in there eating when we arrived last night.

Reading this post by [livejournal.com profile] scimon (go there and follow the link to the Intelligent Design FAQ, it’s a hoot) reminded me of a page I came across the other day. We all know that Creationists and their fellow-travellers are talking bollocks when they claim that there is a controversy within the field of biology over whether or not the Theory of Evolution is true; now someone has actually surveyed universities in the USA to demonstrate that it is bollocks: Turn out the lights, the ‘Teach the controversy’ party’s over.

Next week, Trout — the great thing about that is there is almost no organisation involved. A relaxing evening among the fen... Lovely.


Feb. 27th, 2006 10:24 pm
dc: (Doctor)
The good news is my mother is getting out on Friday, all being well. The congestive heart failure has responded to treatment well, and the mitral incompetence is very slight. The main problem is likely to be with her mobilisation, as she does have difficulties in that area anyway.

Much relief all round, really.


Feb. 24th, 2006 12:57 pm
dc: (Doctor)
The current plan is for my mother to get home sometime next week. :)


Feb. 20th, 2006 06:51 pm
dc: (Doctor)
My mother is looking much better, no longer needing oxygen, and being mobilised a bit by physios. She is well enough to be really bored with being in hospitals. It will still be a while before she gets home, though.


Feb. 14th, 2006 10:05 pm
dc: (Doctor)
My mother is looking better than she was, although still somewhat breathless. She still hasn’t had the EchoCG, she is responding to treatment; she is, though,feelineg a bit worse today than a couple of days ago. Thanks for the good wishes, by the way, to those who sent them/posted them/whatever. It is appreciated.

My father is completely shattered from going to the hospital, even though he often gets a taxi. Being so high, it gets a very cold wind, and his being left waiting for over 40 minutes for a taxi one night did him no good whatever.
dc: (Doctor)
My mother has not been too well, lately, and despite my and my father’s efforts to persuade her to see a doctor see was intransigent in her refusal to do so. Yesterday he insisted, though, and within a few hours my mother had been admitted to hospital. We don’t know precisely what the problem is, as we haven’t been able to talk to the medical staff yet, but the likeliest problem seems to be some cardiac difficulty given her condition; there are other possibilities, though. We should know more later this morning. I am confident that she’ll get treatment which will help her a lot.

This is exactly what I didn’t need, quite apart from the obvious fact I don’t want my mother to be ill. The problem is that she has been admitted to Stobhill. There’s nothing wrong with it as a hospital — it’s rather good, in fact — but it is a fucking awful place to get to. As far as I can see (which might not be too far, given how bad the route map is) it is served by two buses, neither of which it is easy to see where you might get it, neither of which runs more frequently than every half hour, and neither of which runs at night (probably). Yesterday, I tried to make sense of the bus route map, failed, and got a taxi from the city centre as I could not waste more time — but I can’t afford to do that too often. The nearest railway station is still far away enough to require a taxi from it to the hospital. Getting there from here takes quite some time, I need to allow at least an hour and a half. Once there, it is one of those sprawling hospitals where you have to walk for ages along long, long corridors to get anywhere.

A while ago — was it two years? I’m not sure — my father was in there for major surgery (which went well), and even though he was not in for long, going out there with my mother led to my having a serious relapse for the best part of two months; I was pretty much not up to anything. As I am coming out of a bit of a relapse at the moment, this doesn’t bode well... In fact, last night I had more extensive fasciculation in my legs than I have ever had (it made getting to sleep difficult), and I was very shaky on my feet this morning. I am going to have to really pay attention to the organisation of my rest, which hasn’t been necessary for several years. Bugger.

On the good side of things, Trout last night was pleasant, with some faces I haven’t seen for a while, a good turnout, and the prospect of a Trout trip to the Paisley Beer Festival. Also good was the discovery that the “poetry reading” which was apparently going to take place in the Ingram on the same night as the pre-Eastercon Trout is in fact a readings session organised by the local SF writing group, in fact by one of the Trouts! All simple, and we will have most of the pub that night by the looks of it.

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