January 1, 2014

Happy New Year#


. . . freller.  May it be better than this one.  I suppose a ‘13’ year was always going to have a cloud hanging over it.  It could have tried harder to buck the tradition.*

I’m going Street Pastoring tonight;  Nina is staying with Peter.**  The weather is supposed to be dire again—rain and gales and maybe hail, big ugh—but maybe that’ll make everybody stay home and get drunk indoors.


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# How many ways do I hate technology.  The frelling blog was off the frelling air earlier, when I wanted to post this before I left.  After ten minutes when it was still off the air^ I emailed Blogmom to report it.  I added that I was also going to send her this post and if she was around when the blog came back up would she please hang it for me?

I came home to an email from Blogmom saying that yes, the blog really had been off the air . . . but not saying anything about the blog post . . . because, as I discovered, OUTLOOK HADN’T ******* SENT IT.

It’s six o’clock in the morning, I’ve been home about forty-five minutes, the hellhounds aren’t eating and the hellterror is asleep on my lap.  I’ll go to bed eventually.

^ And the error screen that says ‘this page cannot be displayed because you are not connected to the internet’ does not improve my mood

* Maybe it did.  That’s a scary thought.

**Some other therapist showed up yesterday afternoon as a kind of consolation prize, I think.  That they’re thin on the ground over the holidays is not surprising and that they are inclined to shove Peter to the bottom of the list because he’s doing so well is understandable if not exactly welcome.  But that they apparently blithely make appointments for each other without any kind of central organizing body is insane.  We’ve several times had some other therapist because the one we’d been told was coming was the wrong one—yesterday the woman who didn’t come wasn’t working that day and therefore had no reason to check her diary for any appointments and cancel.  COME ON GUYS.  PULL IT TOGETHER.  Everyone we’ve seen seems to know the therapy side of the job but it’s like they step into a black hole of incompetence the moment they leave their specific expertise.  Arrrgh.

And, speaking of Peter doing well . . . they’re all signing him off in droves.  I have mixed feelings about this.  I recognise that he is doing well and HUGE THUNDERING YAAAY HERE but every therapist still tweaks something or other that he’s doing, or adds an exercise, or whatever.  This is not unlike—well, voice lessons, for example, or most learning activities.  There’s stuff you can do on your own, and there’s stuff you need a teacher for, or at least someone to look at your work and give professional advice.  I would slip back big time, singing, if I stopped seeing Nadia;  granted there have been one or two disturbances in the last fortnight that might be having an effect, but though I’m not making a totally bad job of learning my new pieces, my voice is not right, or as right as it is presently capable of, and I can’t fix it.  I’m not sure that it’s not similar with Peter, even though of course he’s trying to regain something he’s lost rather than learn something new.

Meanwhile I’ve joined Medscape^ because I can, and like so many of us amateur dorks plunged instantly into their drug reference database . . . and promptly discovered an interactions listing I DID NOT LIKE AT ALL.  And rang up Peter’s clinic and spoke to the duty doctor who said, they’re talking about high doses and Peter’s is very low.  Still.  With iatrogenic illness one of the major killers of our time—and the way specialists specialise so one specialist prescribes one drug and another specialist prescribes some other drug and there may be no overseer who knows enough about both to say um, wait a minute—I’ve booked Peter and me in to have a nice chat with his GP (who is a good guy, and pays attention, and if he doesn’t know he’ll look into it) on Thursday.  And while we’re there I’m going to ask about having a few physios check progress in a fortnight or so.

Stay healthy, everyone.  It’s a lot simpler.

^ http://www.medscape.com/

Just to warn anyone interested:  When you sign up it’s all professional, professional, professional, and I was thinking eeeeep, although there are all these reviews out there by ordinary people and there’s an app available on iTunes, for pity’s sake, which is where I’ve got it, on Astarte.  And then waaaaaaay down at the bottom of all the forms they want you to fill in there’s a list ending ‘consumer/other’ and I hastily ticked that and breathed easier.

*** In which all hellhounds eat.


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