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

What a difference fourteen tablets of anti-biotics can make!!.

Here I am - I have been up for well over three hours - (it is now nearly 0700 GMT)

Yesterday I was able to work in the kitchen, picking up things - mostly without dropping them!!) moving pots pans etc. etc. without gloves on. The first time in years.This of course means that my hands are getting better - in fact I would say 80% better. I am trying to be careful with my heart diet so that the angina and high blood pressure will be kept hidden - low and active but no longer menacing - and so Bob's your uncle - the old girl is up and about.

So much to do - and so little time. The living room looks really great - I just need the blinds to arrive - The marvelllous hanging baskets bought at the garden show in Tonbridge way back in April are still extraordinarily magnificent. They were worth every penny that I paid for them. I must contact the garden centre that made them at Faversham. The begonias are quite the most brilliant, shining and optimistic colour of yellow I have ever seen. Soft, silky and yet eye-startinly riveting.

Today I am even inclined to do some things I should have done yoincks ago - like getting my licence for my car. I have the insurance, I have the MOT but do you think I can get to the post office with all the goodies in hand - at the same time? But today is the day.

I sm so worried about darling Pandora. If anyone has news please do post it.

Hopimg this finds everyone as it leaves me. Well, happy and bursting
(even if rather feebly!!) with life.

Happy labor Day to those friends across the pond.

I am so glad you are feeling so much better! Good old antibiotics, when they work they are wonderful things.

I can remember my mother and grandmother talking about the differences the first antibiotics and sulphonamides made to their patients in their days.

Magic! All the good thoughts being beamed your way seem to have worked. Glad you are feeling better.

Yes, glad you're feeling better, AR1

I get to meet Merlin's brother and sister-in-law today. Will be interesting. Will let you know details later!

lots of

I'm *so* glad to hear that you're feeling better AR1!

Haven't heard a word about Pandora since you said her niece was reading her messages to her. I do wish her niece would become a researcher so she could let us know what's going on, or at least email someone who can let us know how she's doing.

Thank you my dear Dr. Munchkin,
I think I must be an awful patient. I ask questions - suggest diagnoses, take ALL sorts of alternative medcines and when I have a high temperature, rush to the Doctor and KNOW that the pills will make me better. Mind you I think one has to have a fairly strong constitution in the first place. I have always thought that my swimming training back in the late forties have been my saving grace.

to you all in bonnie Scotland.

AR1
PS Aren't you glad you made that wonderful Nile trip last year?

Very dear Zarquhonb

Well, my dear one, THAT is a definite step in the right direction. Are you all going out to dinner.? So poleased about it. I am sure that they will approve.

Good luck my

Ar1

Dear Caerwyn,

How true! I reeemeber the supha drug days . And of course when penicillin was first introduced. And of course the Salk vaccine which was introduced to vaccinate children against poliomyelitis.

We have progressed. On the other hand, I do think that there is not enough fruit, veggies, milk and jolly good healthy protein eaten. I am really saddened when I see young ones who are either podgy or looking starved!!.

I have a story which never fails to startle those listening to it.
As a child I suffered very badly with chronic tonsillitis. My parents, being French, decided that the only place I could have my tonsils and adenoids removed was in la belle France. So off we set in 1933 ( i was five years old) to go on the long East Coast voyage to Marseilles, through the Su7ez Canal.

On arrival a Marseilles I was immediately taken to see a spoecialist. I have never been backward in coming forward( a real extrovert!!) so was very obliging towards anyone who wanted to look down my throat at the huge glands.

I duly showed them to the surgeon in Marseilles and the next morning was taken by a nurse to a big room. There in the corner was the doctor with a big light on his forehead. The nurse very sharply told me to

"Fait ta reverence"

(in the good old days we curtsied when introduced to older people. Which I did. I was then led to a chair; my hands were tied to the arms, my feet were tied together, he asked to see my tonsils and adenoids and Hey presto!!. Within literally ten seconds the operation was over. I was astonished that he could arrange the four orbs so quickly beside him, and then of course the bleeding started.
I know this sounds a dreadful story, but it seems that in those days having an anaesthetic was far more dangerous than having the operation. I only remember hating the castor oil and orange juice which I was given in the clinic. To this day I am still happy to show my throat which demonstrates the guillotined tonsils. Apparently they did not gouge them out - only cut them.

I hope you are not having supper!!n forgive me if you are.

Where did your Mum train as a ?
with

AR1

Dear Caerwyn,

How true! I reeemeber the supha drug days . And of course when penicillin was first introduced. And of course the Salk vaccine which was introduced to vaccinate children against poliomyelitis.

We have progressed. On the other hand, I do think that there is not enough fruit, veggies, milk and jolly good healthy protein eaten. I am really saddened when I see young ones who are either podgy or looking starved!!.

I have a story which never fails to startle those listening to it.
As a child I suffered very badly with chronic tonsillitis. My parents, being French, decided that the only place I could have my tonsils and adenoids removed was in la belle France. So off we set in 1933 ( i was five years old) to go on the long East Coast voyage to Marseilles, through the Su7ez Canal.

On arrival a Marseilles I was immediately taken to see a spoecialist. I have never been backward in coming forward( a real extrovert!!) so was very obliging towards anyone who wanted to look down my throat at the huge glands.

I duly showed them to the surgeon in Marseilles and the next morning was taken by a nurse to a big room. There in the corner was the doctor with a big light on his forehead. The nurse very sharply told me to

"Fait ta reverence"

(in the good old days we curtsied when introduced to older people. Which I did. I was then led to a chair; my hands were tied to the arms, my feet were tied together, he asked to see my tonsils and adenoids and Hey presto!!. Within literally ten seconds the operation was over. I was astonished that he could arrange the four orbs so quickly beside him, and then of course the bleeding started.
I know this sounds a dreadful story, but it seems that in those days having an anaesthetic was far more dangerous than having the operation. I only remember hating the castor oil and orange juice which I was given in the clinic. To this day I am still happy to show my throat which demonstrates the guillotined tonsils. Apparently they did not gouge them out - only cut them.

I hope you are not having supper!!n forgive me if you are.

Where did your Mum train as a ?
with

AR1

I remember getting my tonsils removed in the late 50's. Yes, I had anesthesia - that lovely ether! And they were done in the hospital, of course.

However, I *almost* lost my appendix instead of my tonsils, because they realized after they wheeled me to the surgical area that they had the wrong patient, and the patient they were supposed to have was to have her appendix removed instead of her tonsils!

Now I wonder... if they'd done the wrong operation, I wonder how long it would have taken them to notice? I can imagine them counting body parts at the end of the day, matching them to a list of how many of each part they were supposed to have:


12 gall bladders - Check!
5 sets of wisdom teeth - Check!
23 sets of tonsils - Are you sure? Lemme count them again... Yeah, I still come up with 22. Well, let's see what else is on the list.
5 appendixes - Uh-oh. I have an extra one here. You think they'll notice that we took that kid's appendix out instead of her tonsils?

You made me laugh with your "So much to do, so little time!" My father has said that every morning since he retired!

It also looks as if you're only 4 years older than him!

Just got back from the holiday. It was great.
How nice to see you are feeling some better AR1!

They still take out tonsils that way in some contries AR1. I saw it on TV a few years ago. Me, mine were taken out at the age of four. I remember the mask over my face and the nice doctor saying count back from 10.
I only got them done cos my mum fussed - she didn't get rid of her tonsils till she was 21, even though they were chronically infected since she was little! Also, she was a and eventually got our family doc's to realise that when she said summat she MEANT it. Shame the receptionists never understood this. Just before my tonsils came out, me and my sister had chickenpox. The receptionist said to bring us into the surgery (this was when all of the patirents sat in the same waiting room) Ma hit the roof... We were never popular in that surgery!

Zantic

Heyla Dearest AR1 (it's Zantic - I'm in disguise..did you notice)

TPC has left you a note and was wondering if you had seen it? It's in the discuss this entry thing on you page..

Luv and hugz

Zanitc , pretending to be a and failing miserably..

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