Fuzzy Wuzzy has a habit of running full bolt from one end of the house to the other. He stops himself by crashing into the TV and laughing uproariously. He has done it so hard so often that he has pushed the back panel of the TV cabinet off. This is solid wood panels nailed into place and not just some poxy laminated MDF mind you.
ARGH!!
Friday 14 December 2007
Wednesday 12 December 2007
A little Slice Of paradise
As my dearest mother has pointed out, I have failed to blog about my holiday in Sydney recently. The one where my brother finally tied the knot with his girl of some 2 to three years. I'll call him Weany (cause he is half my size but the elder brother) and I'll call her Stunna (cause she is one).
Yes, one week of fully paid apartment in Northern Sydney to enjoy some of the fruits of the sea and one evening of love, custom and a hell of a party. The other four days of keeping the kids under control was fulsome in it's tiring way. You see the wind was shocking so we couldn't get to the beach much. Even then the beach right out our front door was very rough and had blue bottles swarming.
The one day I did have a morning at the beach left me with buoyed spirits for the rest of the day.
But on the plus side I could hang out with my parents whom I love dearly and see Weany finally come to the realisation that it is all over and he can at last settle down whilst generally chilling the f*&k out. I won't repeat the little dummy spit he had at me and the other groomsmen before the reception.
But one of the best things of all was my lovely little string bean as the flower girl. She was in serious danger of upstaging the bride. Her hair, her outfit and above all her chirpy and vivacious demeanor set everyone to adoration. Especially Nan.
Yes, one week of fully paid apartment in Northern Sydney to enjoy some of the fruits of the sea and one evening of love, custom and a hell of a party. The other four days of keeping the kids under control was fulsome in it's tiring way. You see the wind was shocking so we couldn't get to the beach much. Even then the beach right out our front door was very rough and had blue bottles swarming.
The one day I did have a morning at the beach left me with buoyed spirits for the rest of the day.
But on the plus side I could hang out with my parents whom I love dearly and see Weany finally come to the realisation that it is all over and he can at last settle down whilst generally chilling the f*&k out. I won't repeat the little dummy spit he had at me and the other groomsmen before the reception.
But one of the best things of all was my lovely little string bean as the flower girl. She was in serious danger of upstaging the bride. Her hair, her outfit and above all her chirpy and vivacious demeanor set everyone to adoration. Especially Nan.
Wednesday 5 December 2007
A litle trip to Hell
I had a free corporate training junket to the coast last week. Not only was it great socialisation with my colleagues, but my family could join me for a mini-break at the beach.
Or so one would hope. One of the problems with having ankylosing spondilitis is aphthae. Aphthae are severe mouth and throat ulcers. Very painful stuff. As luck would have it I had a break out on Wednesday night. Heres a lovely picture of one (note, not from my mouth)
My outbreak was a little different. I'm not talking unkissable lips. I'm talking a major infestation of my entire throat. Multiple ulcers. One that even extended down the back of my throat. It wasn't pretty.
I really can't describe how painful it is. Think of it as having a raw and red open wound in your throat. Every time you swallow is pure agony. Any food is like salt and sandpaper.
You know how you constantly blink without knowing it to keep your eyeballs moist? Well you also constantly swallow so you don't drown in your own saliva. And I felt the passage of every single one of these swallows in excruciating detail.
I can only think of how insane I must have looked to my fellow employees as I would wince in horror every 5 minutes.
No one knows what it's like. I've never met another AS sufferer and my family is tired of wasting sympathy on me.
What am I to do?
Harden the f*&k up of course.
Or so one would hope. One of the problems with having ankylosing spondilitis is aphthae. Aphthae are severe mouth and throat ulcers. Very painful stuff. As luck would have it I had a break out on Wednesday night. Heres a lovely picture of one (note, not from my mouth)
My outbreak was a little different. I'm not talking unkissable lips. I'm talking a major infestation of my entire throat. Multiple ulcers. One that even extended down the back of my throat. It wasn't pretty.
I really can't describe how painful it is. Think of it as having a raw and red open wound in your throat. Every time you swallow is pure agony. Any food is like salt and sandpaper.
You know how you constantly blink without knowing it to keep your eyeballs moist? Well you also constantly swallow so you don't drown in your own saliva. And I felt the passage of every single one of these swallows in excruciating detail.
I can only think of how insane I must have looked to my fellow employees as I would wince in horror every 5 minutes.
No one knows what it's like. I've never met another AS sufferer and my family is tired of wasting sympathy on me.
What am I to do?
Harden the f*&k up of course.
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