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Well, I certainly didn't think the next time I posted on lj I would be talking about planning her first birthday party, but here I am and that's what I'm doing! It's six weeks til her birthday and we'll be having a big party at James' parents house. I've said it all the way through but I can't believe that she's almost one already! She's walking without any help whatsoever ALL over the place and loving it! She says "muma" about 200 times a day (but it loses it's charm a tiny bit when she calls daddy it and grandma and granddad and the hover...). It's all going pretty good for us at the moment, we had a bad patch for a couple of months with the credit crash and James losing his job and not being able to find another for two months (construction work is dead, espically his kind because he only works on big builds) but he's doing lots of temp work now.
I also got myself back into college and I'm doing a Law foundation in the evenings. It's actually really interesting and I'm really enjoying it, debate and lots of English lit stuff! It's nice to have an evening that's mine and full of adult conversation! The homework is a bit hard some weeks to fit into everything else but so far I'm managing. I'm applying all over the place for a full-time law degree for next year, if I get it I'll get some great childcare grants as well, so I'm really looking forward to it.
And now a couple of my friends have come over and we're going to make our wedding invitations! I went ebay MAD and bought feathers and ribbon and bows and craft glue and pretty paper and cards galore. Now we just have to make them stick together prettily. The plans are going quite well, I don't know what to do for my hen night, but I found my dress! and bought the bridesmaid dresses and the boys have picked their tails to wear, so, full-steam ahead! Only six months and counting........ eck.
It's almost Christmas again, blah.
( Of course there are pictures! )
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[18 Jul 2008|11:51pm] |
I've just finished baking a carrot cake and some honey & oat muffins. I'm also updating for the first time in a little while. I'm only managing all this because both James and Sophie are with James' parents watching a movie and I decided to have a well earned night off. Kind of missing them all now though!
We've got a picnic tomorrow, which isn't the first this month but we've been lucky(ish) with the weather. I thought I would come along and update with my regular Sophie picture post as well! I like looking back at these posts now and wondering how she has got so big without me really noticing! She's 8 months this coming Monday. She's crawling EVERYWHERE now, she can even pull herself to standing and loves to do it, she wants to touch and bite EVERYTHING and loves finger food. She can get herself into a sitting up position without any effort anymore. She has three teeth on the bottom front of her mouth at the moment and one just about to break through on the top. She giggles if you know where to tickle her, and loves it even more if you do it with your nose. If you say "kiss" and pucker your lips when you've got her attention (not the easiest of tasks) she'll open her mouth slightly and put it on yours.
But best of all she says (screams) "mama" when hungry and I'm not being quick enough with warming her food. I admit I might have had a few tears when she did that one the first time.
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Sophie is loving summer and it's so much girly fun to dress her up in light little dresses and skirts and sunhats. We've been for lots and lots of walks lately to lots of different parks with Cathie and her puppy Pepper and James too since we've been treated to him having the last week off. Which has just been so much fun. We've laid on grass next to lakes all day long under the shade and taken turns feeding the dog and the baby and teaching them both new tricks! And she's learning them fast, she's so almost there on crawling, she rolls all the way on her own and gurgles and screams in delight at everything and everyone. She's becoming such a cheeky little girl and growing up so quickly into this little person. It's hard to remember she came from me and was that tiny bump and then that tiny little infant in my arms. She looks and she is so much different than then already. And me and James fall a little more in love with her everyday.
She's going to be trouble that one though.
Summer has been absolutely perfect so far. I hope you're all enjoying the beautiful weather.
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[09 Apr 2008|03:14am] |
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We have been. Baby and I are more into a shedule now, but it's a busy one even on my "off" days. Mondays and Fridays we go to James' parents house and Sophie gets spoiled! Tuesdays I walk around and go to two local mummy and baby groups, one at our Church and one run my one of James' mums friend. Wednesday we have a afternoon walk in the park with my friend Cathy and her lab puppy Pepper and have tea and chats after. Sunday morning we go to Mass, which I'm actually finding really calming. I love the singing! It's our local Roman Catholic Church and not only is our wedding date booked in now (Saturday 16th May 2009), we've had the Priest round for dinner (I got so nervous I accidently overloaded the menu with cheese. Shepards pie with cheese, califlower cheese, cheesecake and a cheese board. I don't know how. Don't ask. Luckily he was a cheese man.) and he's lovely and, most emotionally for me and espically James' family who are all varying strictness Catholics, Sophie was baptised in a beautiful, candlelit Easter night Mass. It was lovely and the dress she wore is from James' family and is over 130 years old. Bloody heavy though! There were THREE petticots. She really didn't like getting dressed up in that.
She's almost five months now. She talks back to you when you coo at her, she rolls over onto her belly but can't get back again yet, she's holding her head up fine and most importantly she laughs. I thought I couldn't fall more in love with her, but when she laughs with me! Oh. Besotted still.
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I have a killer head-cold from hell and can't sleep to save my life. As if I get enough sleep anyway!!
I'm being a good fiance/mother type and decided to sit at the computer, wrapped in twenty blankets AND James' fleece robe, so as not to wake the others with my sniffing/coughing/blowing and general moaning. Honestly, I don't know how I got through labour.
Sophie moved into her cot this week. She screamed at first (which we were expecting) and then when we put her in it again half an hour later she took to it like a duck to water (which we weren't). Friday she had her first injections and it was awful, blood, screams and tears! Tears we've only seen twice and blood never. I'm not looking forward to the second lot, she's been sleeping and feverish since and I've been even more worried about her than I usually am. I'm not quite sure what motherhood has made of me; I had to refrain from actually abusing anyone that brushes past her cot in a anything but totally polite manner when we're out walking and I have to get up in the night to check she's okay. I'll get better, I'll get less protective, honestly.
Everything is a blur now-a-days and I can't remember absolutely anything, I thought memory got better after pregnancy, not worse? I won't even get started on the hormones (James let me watch ten minutes of Channel 4's "100 Greatest Tearjerkers" and then had to switch it off before I had total meltdown.)
I'm still loving every mad moment of it. Who wouldn't?! She's a beautiful soft dolly-faced daughter. And best of all she's smiling and giggling now all the time! It steals my heart every time.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Forgive the incredable lateness, as always. There aren't half as many hours in a day as I need lately.
I'm absolutely loving it though, sleep deprevation and all.
I have become the ultimate annoying mummy though and to show just how much I love her (and a little bit because we fell so behind with all the emails from family wanting photos), I made her a photo lj, which is updated shamefully more than I update my own! I'm besotted!
Forgive me all the exclaimations, I'm one of those people that get super hyper and manic on little sleep. I think it's starting to drive James up the wall, he might also be a bit creeped out that I giggle to myself for no reason sometimes?
I've just fed the munchkin and she's been burped and changed without too much incident. I'm going to congratulate myself that she hasn't vomited, poo'd or pee'd on me tonight (yet, it's amazing how much it doesn't bother you after the first time, I promise!) and go join my babies in the land of nod.
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Oh, so much has happened. I cancelled my AOL account months ago thinking we were ready to move out and our flat didn't work out. We had a few weeks of absolute panic and misery before eventually finding a flat that's perfect. It's a two bedroom first floor flat above an accountants in an old cottage, it's five minute drive from my grandad's and James' parents and on the same road as our best friends. I love it, but it's been a really long road getting here!
Thing is our phoneline was put in last week and our internet only came today, I had so much I wanted to post about what with pregnancy and all. Only thing is.... I went into labour on Sunday morning three days before my due date. Our beautiful baby girl was born on Monday night (19/11/2007) at 11.15pm after a slow but completely uncomplicated birth and I managed the some 38 hours of labour with only an hour of gas and air, at 11pm I was told to start pushing by the midwife and ten minutes later our baby came into the world. I escaped with no stitches or tearing thanks to the continual support of James and an absolutely wonderful midwife. She weighed 7lb 4oz with blue eyes and tons of spikey, soft black hair. We've called her Sophie Katharine Howson.
Bringing her home has been great and we've had more visitors than we know what to do with! I know all new parents probably say the same but she's the most beautiful thing we've ever seen and has been so perfect. The only time she really makes a fuss is when we're getting her naked! and otherwise she sleeps for up to five hours at a time and we're hoping she keeps it up!
She smells so good I want to eat her! I don't think it's possible to be more in love with something. :)
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Sneaking onto my uncles computer quickly to read my flist!
Have cancelled my internet for a little while, as James and I have finally found a flat and we've in the process of packing up our junk and cleaning and painting the place ready to move in. Not really sure when it's all going to be done enough to live in, but hopefully soon! I'm having serious internet withdrawals, but finding making our new home liveable really fun. As soon as we're in there we'll be getting new internets. :)
Also my bump has now "popped" up (I swear it inflates at least an inch every single day now and I have absolutely no waist!) and I'm beginning to get strange people wanting to touch me! Also about five days ago I felt the first movement and now bean is being extremely bouncy in there, especially when I'm settling down in bed! It's amazing to feel them fluttering and swooping about inside me, I swear they kick me when I'm laying in a way they don't approve of. My hormones have really settled down and my skin, nails and hair haven't looked so healthy in ever. I'm really starting to enjoy the pregnancy.
I also had my 20 week scan a couple of weeks back and everything is fine, baby is growing perfectly and we found out what we're having! We had an amazing view on the ultrasound looking up from underneath the babies feet, you could make out their tiny toes and the top of their head way above, when we asked if the guy could tell what sex they were..
( Ponies or Football? )
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I seem to always start my entries nowadays with "Wow, I'm sorry I'm neglecting you LJ, I've been busy..." and this entry is going to start that way as well. :)
I thought I'd have more time to myself, but when I'm not sleeping (I thought the sleepiness was going to wear off after around 13 weeks, but apparently not for me) it's pretty hectic here.
At the moment me and James are in Holloway looking after my youngest sister. My step-parents went away, so we've had their flat and car (and food kitty!) to ourselves for a week and a half. The first week was pretty good, I think now however James is finding it hard to come home from work to be faced with more work in the form of having to help feed and manage a 12 year old. She's doing all the things 12 year olds do, saying she hasn't got homework when she has, faffing around in the bathroom for an HOUR doing God knows what when it's already past her bedtime (when some of us with an increasingly small bladder capacity need to get to the toilet!).
He's beginning to lose his rag with it all and thats not like him, I think he worries he's not going to come to the fathering thing naturally after the past week. I keep trying to remind him that looking after a 12 year old he's only known for a few years as opposed to his own child will be totally different. I on the other hand, apart from minor frustrations, am enjoying having some alone time with Lily, something we rarely get.
I also had my first midwife appointment last week at home, which was interesting. To be honest it was a bit of an overload of information. (The amount of gross stuff I now know. If they outlined pregnancy and labour properly to teenage girls the rate of pregnancies would nose-dive) They sat with me for two whole hours talking me through all the appointments I'm going to have to ring the hospital and make for myself during the course of the next 20 weeks. I'm sure I've forgotten half of them, but nevermind. They were incredibly nice though and reassured me that the extreme mood swings are completely natural and that the slight distance I still feel from the pregnancy is normal. They told me it wouldn't really start to be real until my bump really started to pop and I started to feel the baby moving. I'm so excited for all that, I want it now!
I'm enjoying baby shopping though, I've found the perfect nursery set and a lovely rocking chair (the one thing I really, really want for myself in all this) we saw at the weekend in John Lewis. Urgh, too much money, it was perfect though. James' mother has already hand knitted the baby two outfits, both with hats and booties and a shawl (I cried when she gave them to me, it's the hormones). I hope this doesn't mean she expects a Catholic christening.
I'm 16 weeks today and a couple of weeks into my second trimester. It feels almost like a limbo, the morning sickness has completely disappeared and the aches and pains are only occasional now, so apart from needing the toilet desperately most of the time, tiredness (but finding it more and more difficult to get comfortable in bed at night) and mood swings, I feel very unpregnant. I can feel the hardness of a bump when I push my tummy slightly, but nothing outwardly yet. I'm very impatient. I just want to meet my little person already.
Speaking of the only name we can firmly agree on at the moment is Imogen for a girl and I'm completely in love with it, maybe it's a sign that the bean is a girl. I'd like Samuel or Joshua for a boy, but James needs some convincing on them both. ;) What do you guys think of my picks?
Off to bed now as I have to get Lily up at 7am for school. She takes an hour to pick an outfit, I kid you not.
PS - Did anyone catch the final of The Apprentice tonight? I am SO ANGRY that Kristina didn't win. HE WAS A COMPLETE TWIT!
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Pssst, I really want to role play again. I'm rusty and have probably forgotten all my writing skills, let alone the fact I have no idea where to start looking for a good old Harry Potter role playing game. I just have so much time on my hands in the coming six months, as my Doctor has signed me off work already.
Anyone know any? Help! :)
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It's been quite a month.
A week ago now, James took me to the hospital on account of strange cramping and throwing up all night. The fact I've been paranoid about being pregnant for the past two months didn't enter my mind, until the nurse came back with a positive pregnancy test. Turns out sometimes I'm not just being my paranoid self.
We've had a scan to get the due date since then and as of this moment, I'm ten weeks pregnant. Our baby is due 21st November, God willing. If my scanner worked, I would scan in pictures of the scan, although it looks like a baby mouse. Two days ago it was 3cms and while they were scanning me, we got to see them jump, roll and kick their tiny little arms and legs. It looks like an extremely active baby.
I think we're still getting used to the idea of it all. Unfortunately we had a scare on Monday and I started bleeding. Thankfully its just a small tear in the placenta that is healing, but I was put on bedrest this week and am due for quite a few hospital appointments now to make sure all is well, but as the last scan showed, the baby is jumping around everywhere and its heartbeat is really strong. Monday night was absolutely horrible, we were hardly used to the idea when we thought we'd lost the baby. Now we know it's still okay, we both realised how much we wanted it.
So I'm being very lazy and feeling very strange and pregnant. I'll update some more later, as I have an obscene amount of time on my hands now!
I'm just feeling so emotionally drained after the past couple of weeks I want to go back to bed with James and forget to worry about everything for a little while and remember we have so much to smile about.
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I have half an hour til I start my first day at a new job. I'm really excited about this temp, as it's actually for my recruitment agency, at their head office in the payroll department.
Also, had the best weekend ever. Still can't quite believe it, but the ring is firmly on my left hand.
James purposed at 4pm on Saturday. We had a lovely lunch in Highgate and then walked to the park, down to the lake. Where suddenly he was on one knee. I shook for hours. I wanted to say something orginial, but we both were so shocked and happy it went something more like:
James: "....will you be my wife?"
Me: ".....yes!!"
Lol. We've been celebrating with everyone all weekend. All James' family have rung me to wish congrats and it's wonderful.
It's still quite unbelieveable. I'm going to be high for weeks.
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I had my first psychology exam yesterday. I thought I was handling the pressure quite well and I thought I managed the exam. Then my brain spazzes after the exam. I was so drained I went straight to bed and dreamt that James was Freud-speaking to me during an intimate moment. He even had the glasses on.
The thing that worries me is I liked it, lol.
Also, in the dream a baby in a pushchair was sitting beside us at one point. In a Satan jumpsuit thing. Ermmm....
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[04 Dec 2006|05:06pm] |
I found a WHOLE GREY HAIR the other day. My first one. It was such a disturbing experience it warrents the use of caps lock. Actually, James found it and since I flatly refused to believe such a thing, he so kindly yanked it out of the underneath of the back of my hair. The whole length of it was grey. I spent the rest of the evening muttering it was blonde, it was blonde..... and I don't think I connviced either of us.
My last assignment for this term is due on Wednesday, it's a 20 minute presentation on a cultrual/soical topic of our choice. I've choosen Christmas (cultrually) because I wanted to do something fun to celebrate finishing my first term. Only in my true style, I haven't even finished half my reserach, have no props, slides or handouts and not a single notion what I'm going to say. I had a day off work today and so far I've watched too much reality TV, ate two bowls of cornflakes and half tidied out my wardrobe.
James keeps eyeing all my stuff with something like terror, I think he's imaging having to help move it all out in a couple of months. I've decided to be sensible and get rid of all the junk, but it's a pretty slow process. I will never understand why it's so hard to throw out stuff I've never used or worn in about five years. That makes me sound like an awful pack-rat, probably because I am!
It's been odd lately friend wise. I had a nice little group going, but we all seem to have gone off to do our own thing at exactly the same time. Like we've all almost grown out of each other and the group has broken down into these mini groups with random members that weren't even a little bit close to each other last year.
Rob left on Saturday to be a Ski Instructor boy in Austria and I miss him already. His leaving party was pretty messy. Not in the way it should have been either. It's the first time what used to be my friend group has all got together in months. There was a screaming match between Zoe and basically everyone else. There was tears and all-round akwardness and as usual Sara tried tirelessly for an hour to Evil Eye James, then the three of us reverted to steadfastly pretending we didn't see each other.
I don't know what it is, sometimes I wonder if it's Little Town Syndrome. Some of us are breaking out of it and finding new friends, Robs even gone with his to another country, I'm always with James, his brother and their friends nowadays. Sometimes it's a bit odd, because I'm the youngest by far but they don't do any of the Little Town drama I have when I'm back here at home. Zoe used to be my closest friend last year, but this year it's totally broken down. I just started to find her and her friends small minded, they never wanted to go anywhere different for nights out, they gossiped about the same people (who they were still supposed friends with anyway) and worst of all, when I brought Charlie out with me and Zoe the last time I properly spoke to Zoe, she made shitty comments about her being a "unwashed goth".
Where Charlie is one of the nicest, laid-back girls I've met. It kind of made things clear to choose who I should be spending my time with. Since then I have been and Charlie is really close to me and James, not to mention the different places we've been all over London lately and how much fun we've had.
It's just a bit funny how things twist around sometimes, it's never to where you think it will be.
That grey hair might be making me think about this too much.
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Oh shit.
I have a hairdresser appointment at 1pm. SHIT. I'm still not dressed, or printed out my hair pictures, or called the agency due to major oversleeping.
Hopefully as one of my sisters hairdressing friends is doing it at her house, she won't be too pissed off. I really don't want someone chopping my hair short pissed off with me. Mmm, short hair soon. I let it get long again and it's annoying.
I'm going!! After this cigarette I'm definitly going!
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I had to read back to remember what I last wrote about, this is how bad I've been lately. I've been very, very disorganised and very, very busy.
I've been all over the place for work with Hays temps. Borehamwood lasted over a month, that was nice, it was a designers and mostly women. The young ones were bitchy, but the others were great. I kind of miss it, now I'm going to be working for Camden council next week. I'm not sure how happy I am about commuting to Camden and back everyday, but the money is the best I've been offered so far.
Which will come in handy as James asked me to move in with him, or rather, us move out together into our own place. I know it sounds really snotty, but I'm a bit worried about moving into a studio flat. It'll also be the first time I've moved out of home. I think grandpa was really sad after I told him we planned to move out by Janauary, which made me feel like a really horrid, ungrateful, selfish child.
He's doing okay now after the accident, but I've come to terms with the fact he'll never be the same. The stroke was really stuble, but he's different. He gets confused and it's like.. he knows he's getting confused and forgetting something important and it seems to frustrate him. I ask him if he's okay, and he always says "I'm alright. I'm getting there."
I really don't want to feel bad for moving out, I sometimes think I'm abandoning him when he needs me. But then, Roy has asked me consider working at home with their business again, as grandpa doesn't do any work at all now and can't drive. I might be home more when I move out than I am now. James said we'd move really close to them as well, as his parents live in Barnet too. So maybe Barnet, we've been looking at Holloway and Archway too.
I'm really really excited, both to just be moving out and to be moving out with James. It's pretty damn scary as hell though. Finance wise it's terrifying. Especially as I'm thinking about doing full-time university next year. I'm really enjoying Psychology so far. My foundation year is going really well, I got a merit in my first grade yesterday, which was a really nice surprise as I thought I was going to do crap in it. James said he was happy to pay the rent himself if I wanted to do full-time, but I really don't want it to have to come down to that.
Hopefully this all goes as well as we think it will. Hopefully this doesn't turn into arguements about who cleaned the sink last.
My God, he'll be able to read all the stuff I wrote about him in here. Lol. Which reminds me I have to update my profile details, it's so out of the loop.
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I've been dead for ages, August just totally drained me. I've had loads and loads to write about, but no will to actually sit down and do it.
My grandpa got out of the hospital the morning of my birthday. That whole two weeks was totally surreal, still is when I think back. I lived in the hospital, forgot to eat, forgot to sleep, sometimes I just forgot how to function at all. James was my saving grace, he stayed with my every night and spent every free moment he had at the hospital with me. I'm so thankful, because it wasn't the nicest of ways to spend a week at all and there aren't the words for how well he looked after me and how much he did for my grandpa. Poor him though, now everyone in my family adore him, he's stuck!
Strangely it really bonded my family together and I had long, long talks with my uncles, which I couldn't have imagined doing before. My friends were great and dragged me out and were all there for me, even though I was totally out of it. My birthday party went better than I thought it would. James' family came, mine all came and my friends. It just proved my grandpa, as the head of the family, is really the glue that brings us together. Or something. He looked awful at my party, but he insisted on staying downstairs and talking to everyone. It was a real emotional rollercoaster of a birthday this year.
My uncle also bought a kitten as a surprise for him when he came home and we christened her Jemima (which made some of my friends nickname her Puddleduck. Hah.) She's a tiny black Persian with the most beautiful square, squishy face ever. She's so affectionate, as soon as you come in the door she'll rub herself all over you and roll around at your feet luxuriously. I can't help but love her to pieces.
Since my birthday, my grandpa has much improved. All the wounds and broken ribs are starting to slowly heal, the bruising is finally gone and the strokes haven't seemed to affected his speech. Although his memory and movement is slightly worse than before. He just tends to sit in the garden in the sun all day. I worry a lot more now for him, it brought it home that it'll happen much sooner than I want it to and I'm never going to be prepared for it. James says I have to just enjoy whatever time we have and I'm trying not to think about it.
The police are in the process of charging the motorbike driver for the accident. It turns out he hit my grandpa at 40 mph, which knocked him into parked cars that in turn threw him back out into the middle of the road. I still can't believe he was so lucky to just do the damage he did.
I got a job too, I start tomorrow. A part time receptionist job, which as far as I can tell from my training day on Friday is so, so easy. I answer the phone and sit at the reception desk, apart from that I can email, surf the net, read or study as much as I like. The best bit about it is it's part time, but so well paid I'm earning as much as I was when I was full-time. I thoroughly enjoyed calling up Drew from my last agency and telling her exactly where she could stuff her contract.
And tonight I'm off to Uxbridge to buy a car with James. Freedom!
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Yesterday started out pretty normal. I got up at eight, went to work, had lunch shopping with my friends for something to wear on my birthday. Then walking back to work my uncle calls my mobile. Of all the things I remember yesterday this is one of the clearest, I just remember thinking "my uncle never rings my mobile."
He said my granddad had just had an accident. I didn't say anything. He said that he'd just been hit by a motorbike as he was crossing the road. I was a wreck after that at work, I called the hospital to check he was going to be okay but all they would tell me was "He's here, but we don't know at the moment." and they weren't telling my uncle anything either.
After two hours of trying to do some work my manager came over and told me to go to the hospital and he hoped everything was alright. I got the bus (and found out that they'd closed the whole road the accident had happened) and as I was about to walk into Accident and Emergency, I get a phonecall from my jobagency. It went something like this:
"Hi! It's Drew. How are you?"
"Oh no, I've forgotten to ring you, I'm sorry. I'm on the way to the hospital." (You're meant to tell her if you're having time off/sick/ectect)
"Why?"
"My grandfather just got run over."
"Well, Elision (my work) told me it was your grandmother, so this doesn't add up, does it? Are you sure you've got it right?"
And after she'd accused me of lying about going to the hospital a couple more times, she informed me I'd been fired, that I was never allowed back in the building and that I'm to hand in my security card to her on Thursday. I told her that was fine if they felt like that, but that seeing my perhaps dying grandfather was my priority, she just had the nerve to very rudely say "Well, that's the problem isn't it, you don't care." then she kept repeating I had to had in my security card to her on Thursday. What the fuck?! Like I want to go back to that office after this? What am I going to do with the stupid card, for pity sake. I could care less.
I told her something about I wasn't willing to discuss this at the moment, went into the hospital to be told my grandfather was in the resuscitation ward and that he'd had a massive stroke.
We saw him a couple of hours later and he was such a mess. The bike had crushed his right hand, he had a gaping hole in the top of his head and his speech was so jumbled it was really hard to understand him whatsoever. They can't tell if it's the shock or the stroke yet.
I'm so upset and scared, scared that now he's had one stroke it'll mean more. Soon. He couldn't remember anything, he just kept asking me why he was there and it broke my heart.
Then I'm SO angry at the way the woman at the agency spoke to me. Even more angry once I'd seen how bad it was, I'm still so angry I can't even articulate it or think what to do about it. I'm going to demand a formal apology from her on Thursday, along with my P45 and the pay I'm owed. I don't want another thing to do with her. It doesn't bother me that I got fired so much, all my friends from work are making me go to my "after-work" party still. It bothers me how she accused me of lying about it the whole phone conversation. I wish I had been lying about it.
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After a drunken brag that I hadn't ever broken a bone last week (and probably forgetting to touch wood afterward), Thursday I caught my right wrist in a heavy metal door on lunch and broke the bone connecting my thumb to my wrist. I waited till Friday morning to go to the hospital because I tried to convince everyone, including myself, that funny bump and the fact I couldn't feel and/or move my thumb was completely okay.
So now I have a very attractive splint and James had to do absolutely everything for me all weekend. The Doctor gave me codeine for the pain and I got so doped on them Saturday I actually fell asleep playing poker at Mary's house. James went on to win the whole £50 pounds pot though, so I got lunch on him Sunday. My hand doesn't so much hurt as it has a really dull but consistent ache that doesn't seem to be going away yet.
Luckily I'm getting the splint off on Thursday, which means I don't have to wear it for my birthday. I'm 21 on Saturday!! I've been running around like a headless chicken the past month planning everything and trying to get everyone to agree, thus the utter lack of postage from me.
I'm really, stupidly excited. I've got five days off. Thursday is drinks after work, Friday drinks in the pub with the gang, Saturday is my actual birthday and we're having a big family/friend party in the house. James' parents are meeting mine for the first time, I'm really looking forward to it. Then we're having my stupidly wild birthday night on Sunday when we all go to Herbal to dance until some ridiculous time on Monday morning. Tuesday is recovery.
All the clothes I've bought for all this is: one faux fur shrug. Urgh.
I can't believe I'll be 21 soon, I don't feel nearly grown up enough to be there. I can't believe it's my birthday again! The past year is such a blur, but a great blur.
And my grandpa is buying me a car!! Although I'm thinking a Volkswagen Beetle in Lime Green is out of our price range, damnit.
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