Stavertongirl

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  1. I had a blood test about 3 weeks ago for my overactive thyroid. They only tested TSH, the reading had gone down quite a bit it was only 0.02 over the range, the hospital seemed happy with this but I wasn’t, it is hardly in range and I had been feeling a “bit off” again. Managed to persuade them to do another test to include TS3 and TS4, readings dont really make any sense unless you have these as well to see what is going on. Went for blood test with doctor (didn’t hurt this time, last time I had a bruise that went almost round my arm and it hurt like a b***h goodness knows what he had done) and I ended up having shingles injection as well. Wasn’t sure about it but it was done before I could say anything, I do like to look at side effects before having anything but on checking when I got back they are minor and I was okay anyway. No bruise from blood test as well, must have caught him on a good day. On the way out one of the receptionists caught me and told me she could do blood tests and ask for her next time. Is this usual here, it was always the nurse that did it at my last doctors? Anyway got the results, TSH had gone up and all others were in range although a bit odd so still having tablets every other day. I am wondering if there is anything else going on, pituitary gland was flagged up on last paperwork I got on a blood test although I don’t have any physical symptoms, so it could just be my body is confused (must say I am too) with my thyroid doing its own thing. Getting older is such an inconvenience but retirement isn’t bad at all.
  2. Dedicated To The One I Love ... Mamas And Papas
  3. The last post reminded me of the time my friend and I had a first floor flat on Wiverton Road. We shared the kitchen with the guy in the bed sit on the second floor. He was a nitemare in the kitchen, the only person I have ever known who could peel potatoes and end up with grey coloured chips. He would also help himself to whatever we were cooking and then vehemently deny he had. Anyway one day we heard an enormous bang from the kitchen. He had put a tin of sliced beef in gravy into the oven without piercing the tin. We never did find much of the beef but were finding bits of the tin for ages after. It was a good job no one was in the very small kitchen they would have been showered with shrapnel. Luckily the cooker escaped unscathed. It was quite a relief when he moved out and a new guy moved in who got his meals at work.
  4. Mine is the road I lived on for many years (with happy memories associated to it) and girl is wishful thinking!
  5. I always fancied a little Red Devil on my shoulder. Never got the nerve to have it done when I was told it hurts.
  6. Sorry about that Brew, know the feeling vaping just doesn’t cut it either. Don’t think I have hurt my back, perhaps tomorrow will tell if I have. My hands are sore, my wrist hurts a bit but I was told I have a squashy (technical term from a consultant in Doncaster) wrist so it should ease off. Couple of bruises on my arms, probably from when I was escaping from behind the bed base. Broke a couple of nails which is a pain but otherwise unscathed.
  7. I decided today to change my bedroom. I was in the front one which is slightly bigger but never felt settled in it really, probably as this was the one with the awful smell (covered by a very pungent air freshener when I moved into the house) and I discovered a lot of black mood over the outside wall which has now gone thanks to my PIV unit. Measured up to make sure the double bed would go in and got started. Moving the single bed was easy, got it propped up out of the way in the front bedroom and moved the wardrobe units in the back bedroom (luckily it’s 3 separate units) only one of them tried to topple over but managed to get them where I wanted. Only broke one nail. Managed to eventually get double mattress in, thought at one point it was going to have to stay in the bathroom but after much pushing, shoving and kicking I got it in back bedroom. The bed base however was not as accommodating. I got it out the front bedroom but then it got wedged against the bannister and the wall. The flipping thing would not move forward or back plus I was stuck behind it. B***er. Then I remembered I could undo some screws and it would bend in the middle, so I managed to half squeeze half crawl out and went to get a screwdriver. Decided to make a cup of tea whilst I was rummaging in the drawer for the said screwdriver ( bearing in mind that I was hot, somewhat p****d off and thinking I would have to put everything back) I discovered a ciggie packet with one in it. Found screwdriver and went into front room with tea and ciggie packet. Took ciggie out and smelt it, then put it back and drank my tea. Thought about it for at least a minute and then “chased the dragon”. It was soooooo good, sat back, closed my eyes and relished every bit of it. With renewed vigour I went upstairs, dismantled bed and managed to get it in back bedroom, unfortunately wrong way round so can’t have headboard on, but it is in. Need a nap now, front bedroom can wait I will sort it out another day.
  8. Eureka one new dog blanket being used after much sniffing, scratching and circling. Makes it all worthwhile possibly.
  9. I have just taken delivery of an Amazon parcel. (Alexa had gone green, the light that is, and informed me the parcel was arriving today, she does have some uses.) It was an enormous box so I staggered into the front room with it. Got it open (with help from my boys) and found a large amount of packing as usual. Pulled out yards of the stuff and then some of the air filled stuff. Finally got to the actual parcels, two new dog blankets for the boys. Now these are extra large, they are big lads, but they were in the smallest heavy plastic bags that they could possibly get them in, thought they had sent the wrong size or I had measured wrongly. Well sealed with sellotape as well. Got out my trusty scissors and dismantled the sellotape and opened the bag. The bed was jammed in tight, and I mean really tight, so it wouldn’t budge. After much pulling and tugging, with a few choice words, I made myself a cup of tea. I was a bit worried about cutting the bag in case I damaged the bed so decided to open the other bag which looked the same but heigh ho it might have been easier to get out. Shooed away two dogs who were keen to help, pigs ears worked will keep them busy for 10 minutes or so. Wiggled, waggled (the bag not me) and throw it around my head and it wouldn’t budge. Throw it across the room and drank the rest of my tea. Wrote a post in the political thingy on here and went into battle again. Got a (very) small pair of scissors out of a toolbox in the storeroom and managed to cut one bag open. Have you seen those life rafts that self inflate, the bed coming out of the bag was rather like that. Now have 2 beds out and in position. Pleased with them (good job after all that effort or Amazon customer service would have had their ears burnt off), right size, non slip and look good. Boys have circled them, sniffed then suspiciously and gone and laid down on their old tatty ones that I had put in the kitchen ready to dispose of! Oh well the next parcel due this afternoon will be more welcomed, large chicken sausage treats.
  10. Totally agree. From being told I was stupid (Dr Peake) to I was dirty because I had long hair (Miss Trail who went on to be a missionary in Africa) I hated every minute I was there. My brother who went on to be an Astro physicist was told he was stupid as well (he obviously wasn’t). The best thing about that place was shaking the dust off my feet as I finally left.
  11. Got up this morning and felt really down and to be honest a bit tearful. Had a cup of tea and messed about with Alexa. Then by chance I found a 60’s music app. Had a lovely morning singing (not very well) and dancing (even worse) round whilst doing my cleaning up. Did the Tempations dance, Diana Ross with the arms and the Four Tops as well. Played air guitar with Jimi Hendrix and cried to Roy Orbison and Elvis. Skipped Herman & The Hermits always him them annoying. Singing to The Kinks All Day & All Of The Night and now I am twisting with Chubby Checker (trying not to put my back out) Amazed how the words come back after all this time. Feel a lot better, all in all a good morning.
  12. Never really liked Stevie Wonder. Can’t beat Smokey Robinson, The Tempations, Four Tops, the list goes on. Jimmy Ruffin What Becomes Of The Broken-hearted one of my favourites. Was Percy Sledge Motown? When A Man Loves A Woman amazing. It all stands up to the test of time, so glad I was around when we had this amazing music.
  13. I can remember going to D & P for my Bilborough Grammar school uniform. My mum always used to buy for you to “grow into”. My school blazer lasted right through the school it was that big and I’m sure the knickers came to under my armpits. Then there was the Grecian (very pretentious) tunic for PE, it consisted of two pieces of straight material sewed together with an elasticated waist, it used to ride up when you raised your arms with matching (under the armpit) knickers. Also the hockey shirts, mine were well below my knees when first bought, they didn’t half chafe with a short sleeved t-shirt. The cardigans were really thin, spent many unhappy hours freezing on the hockey field and netball courts. There was also a gym slip for the first 3 years then it changed to a skirt and blouse in winter and a dress in summer, never had the dress hated it so had a short sleeved blouse instead. I can remember taking my skirt up (mini skirts were in) don’t think mum was best pleased about it. Then there was the beret, never did work out how to put it on so the badge was showing, think I wore it like Benny Hill. Not very elegant. The colours weren’t bad, two shades of turquoise for the uniform, black blazer and beret, black and turquoise tie.
  14. Noooo the very thought makes me shudder. They can do their own thing just not in my house. There is a very pretty one that has woven a web on one of my kitchen windows and is sat in the middle of his very intricate web at the moment. He is quite welcome to stay there, opening the window doesn’t bother him and I can clean the window round him but don’t want him inside. Perhaps I should borrow a couple of Jonab’s lizards.
  15. After a spiderless few weeks I came home tonight after a pleasant couple of hours at the local pub to find a humganeous (spelling?) monster on my living room wall. Thought it was Brock from my side store room but he has been sticking to the rules of his tenancy just coming out occasionally to say hello. This one was even bigger, perhaps his dad looking for him? With trepidation I went to get my trusty spider catching kit (minus the brush this time) and got back into the room and with horror saw it disappearing behind my sofa. No way was I going to sit on my sofa with that monster lurking behind me. So I sat in my chair (back to the window) with my boys for protection at my feet. Waited for a while but it did not emerge. Then I came up with a plan. I would put a podcast on Alexa (she is starting to do as I ask recently) and do some knitting so it will think I have forgotten about it. After about an hour I saw it come out quite brazenly as if it owned the place. In one swift movement (that any ninja would have been proud of) I jumped over my boys and got my plastic container over it on the wall. So there we were eyeball to eyeball and it just sat there glaring at me, this isn’t supposed to happen it should be scared and obligingly fall into my container not just sit there. What is it with Nottingham spiders they certainly have attitude. So I gently moved the container and it just sat there clinging to the wall, so I jiggled it about a bit and then a bit more but the flipping thing was just being uncooperative and just sat there. It was almost saying do your worst I am up for it. So I juggled it aggressively and it finally conceded and fell into the container. I held it up and looked at it but then realised it was trying to climb out so I ran through the house, I had left the lid in the kitchen, and one very unhappy spider now resides in my neighbours garden.
  16. I see the couple that took the sand could get up to 6 years in jail.
  17. I walk my dogs up a lane commonly known as Sandy Lane (used to lead to Sandy Hills an old quarry I think). Last time we went up there someone had dumped big lumps of concrete and plastic bags filled with rubble halfway up nearly blocking the path. Then further up there was another load of it dumped on the side (by the look of it builders rubbish). The second lot would have been dumped from a car/lorry possibly as there is vehicular access to the reservoir but the first lot was on a narrow path between two hedges so it must have been carried there. The dumpers obviously aren’t bothered someone else’s problem now. Having done it once I have no doubt it will happen again. I just despair at some people’s attitude. Another bugbear is people who talk loudly on their mobiles, especially on buses. Or the ones that have their eyes glued to their mobiles while walking and I have to dodge round them. For heavens sake get a life!