h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Good morning! Just dropping by to see how you are Granny. 1.25 and as per usual the back is ganging up on me, so nothing different there.

What strange excitements have been going on your neck of the woods then?

Hello 'Sonly!

What's been going on in my life...? er..., well, the odd thing or two.

Grandson No.2's birthday

Followed a week later exactly by Grandson No.1's birthday

A friend made redundant and unable to get a job, much there.

One knee packed up entirely for two days, am not applying for Long John Silver role in next pantomime!

Life

Stuff

What about you? Sorry about the back, and sorry I missed you too, tonight is usually quite busy and I did not get back to the computer until my break.

Take care UG

Not a prob! Me? Rather like you, without any grandchildren's birthdays... life, stuff and quite a lot of bus rides in and out of various Clinics in Outpatients, sort of thing. Otherwise, remarkably quiet. And rather cold, too.

What happened with the knee? It can't just pack up - didn't you tell it that? Are we talking cartilidge here or just general wear and tear and being an awkward kernee?

The only news I have is a "possibly". My landlady has had the inconsideration to up and die on me, and the heirs got the agent to come round and value the flat "for probate", which will mean either a rent increase OR a polite request to move out, as I'm on unsecured tenancy... or possibly even both. So currently I am in the process of having a massive sort out of stuff, and looking into the joys of carbooting said stuff in an attempt to not having to hire a pantecnicon if I DO have to move out. I'll stay in the same area, because of the kid's schooling (and in one case, training scheme). I don't particually want to move, but I have a feeling in me water there's going to be a bit of upheaval and palava within the next few months somehow. Not quite sure why, as nothing has been said, but the intuition is screaming there's big changes about to come, so for once, I'm listening. With a bit of luck I'll be wrong.

Take care

Ev

Oh, that does sound unsettling. When will you know? Tell you what, I'll do a bit of screwing up of courage and perhaps contact you alternatively, as it were.

Meanwhile, take care, UG

What, the old one knock for yes, two knocks for no routine? That would be great!

Yeah,I suppose it *is* a bit unsettling, really, mainly because I don't know any whens or even if its definate - but for once the intuition is very very strong - I keep catching myself thinking "Ah, right, now when I have the garden..." and, as I haven't GOT one where I am, it seems like a bit of a giveaway. Possibly the diseased witterings of an over medicated brain - I hope so!

I mentioned elsewhere I have admitted enough defeat to apply for Disability Living Allowance - I finally filled in an application last week, and I felt dreadful afterwards - the bright bit of me *knows* the questions have to be asked on a need to know basis, but the rest of me shrank - some of the questions were very invasive and I didn't feel I had a shread of dignity left. I got an acknowledgement yesterday morning - they will "let me know" within the next 8 weeks!

8 weeks! Like the old joke has it... lord, give me patience - NOW!
If, as I suspect, a majority of applicants are like me - leaving it to the last minute before they apply thru stubborness and pride - (nothing laudible in either trait I'll admit) - then 2 months seems like an eternity to wait. Since I don't have to use a stick or any form of walking frame, I'm probably a borderline case anyway. That, too is probably playing on my mind a bit, I'd guess. Despite the fact that everyone else has accepted it as a fact that I hurt most of the time - and the lads and the friends I see most can tell me within a decimal point how much I hurt on a day to day basis before I open my mouth to say anything, I can't help but feel I'm being a fraud... in the small wee hours, I can hear my mum saying "Pull yourself together, its only a bad back girl, you arn't dead of it"
- the fact that I haven't been fit to work for well over a year really, does not seem to be a good enough reasen to ask for state help.

I rather s'pect its all part of the acceptance process somehow.

ANYWAYS... I see you are still at work Granny, so how are you doing with your battle against the tiredness and all the other stuff? Me? Despite an average intake of between 1,000 - 1,500 calories a day and
the swimming, I don't appear to have shed an ounce. Or even a gram, come to that!

Another and a short whizz around this site, and then its me back to kip with a bit of luck. It wasn't the pain for once that woke me, but a nightmare nasty enough to wake me sweating in horror.
Jiggered if I can remember what it was all about, but it wasn't very nice.

Take care

Ev