Clumsy

Last night i stayed at a VIP's apartment. I had been at work and felt grotty. So off to the shower i go.
I stood in the bathroom, opened the shower door, and realised the shower was too high for a shorty like me. Here i pull down the shower arm by the sprinklery part.And the flippen thing snapped off! WTF do i do?
I attempted to put it back by my self, but it was no use. I was laughing hysterically to myself, and i ran out to the lounge room with the shower head in my hand. VIP go up and said that i handn't snapped it and that it will screw back on. Uh ah! No. I had broken it! Fuck did i feel like a dickhead.
Anyway, it was repaired. So i began my bathing regime. I noticed the water wasnt drenching me enough and was spraying on the back wall tiles. Gently i attempted to adjust the shower arm so i could be saturated with the water. As i did so, it came apart again. I was left holding onto the srpinklery bit while the water was spewing out like a hose with no nozzle.
OMG! Once again i tryed to fix it. I couldnt. I called out to VIP laughing my head off. VIP came to the rescue and was laughing with me.
Finally i had my shower and did not dare touch the shower arm and its other parts. I only controlled the taps. And did so gently!
This incident was soooo funny to me. Im chuckling as i type. I wonder if VIP will have me over as a guest again? LMAO

Ominous clouds blanket suburban melbourne
(my mood for the day!)

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LIKES AND DISLIKES.

Ange's tastes.

Likes; Food(dairy, meat, some seafood, chicken, fruit, veg, savory, sour, hot, spicy and sweet), socializing, watching my fav t.v series, movies, a night out on the town with girlfriends, dancing, cleanliness, singing(try very hard LOL), documentaries, learning, intelligence, honesty, Tennis( aussie open), animals(My pet cat), Family get togethers, R+R, cuddles, my occupation, my friends, internet, blogging and commenting, walking, chocolate, flowers, presents, Sunday's paper, music, coffee, alcohol, the beach, day dreaming, HAPPINESS, compliments, praise, my comfy bed, my car, love, thunderstorms, to give a lending hand, compromise, love my ss, laughter, comedy, sarcasm and sex.

Dislikes; Anchovies, avocado, conflict, arguments, confusion, footy, LIARS, drama queens, nightmares, "No Gary No" advertisement, Some horror movies, Huntsmans, snakes, pain, negativity, being unwell physically and mentally, self centeredness, boredom, lychees, rev heads, hard drugs, Bills, stressing(happends to us all!), miniature fluffy dogs, loneliness, my occupation, PMT, Jam, body odor, fakeness,scortching hot days, sweating, jogging/running, ginger, insomnia, fear, heights, the unknown, my sister to a certain degree, hangovers(i will never learn), my extra flab, being blind in one eye, greasy hair, silence, mosquito's, bowling, injections, politics and abuse.

Worrying Wednesday

My parents came to visit today. Mum had her stitches removed from her wound post her surgery.She got her biopsy results. theres nothing malignant! Phew. Now they are going to set off on vacation for eight weeks. Im sooooo jelous. They definately live retirement life to the fullest.

I had a dream about my dad recently. Boy it was a weird one. Its still lingering in my mind. so here goes:
I was at a small country hospital with my mum. we were going to visit someone(dont know who). I said to mum, "Grandpa is in here, i better go and visit him." I stroll around the ward looking at the patients door names to find my gandads. I observe some nurses standing in the corridoor having a good laugh. I thought to my self "How un-professional!" And gave them a look of disgust.
Finally i find his room. I enter and see the matress on the floor, with no one in the bed. There he lay in an upright position next to the bed on the floor covered with the bed sheets. I cant even remember saying hello or having eye contact. However, it was grandad.
The next minute, at the blink of an eye, my dad was in the hospital bed. He wasnt well. In fact i dont think we spoke either? The next minute i get told the devestating news that he has died. I then enter the room to see a peaceful body. My head rested on his chest with tears rolling down my cheeks. Then i feel the gentle touch of a hand stroking my head. My dad in spirit was doing this. He was saying through touch, "Its alright dear, all is ok, you will be fine and i am now at peace."I then woke up and i have been thinking of this dream ever since sunday morning.
I have no idea if there is an explaination for this dream, or is it i had this dream because of my feral shift at work on saturday? i cant get it out of my head! Any comments would be greatly appreciated...

fruit and veg comes in weird wonderful shapes and sizes. i dont know what to make of this one. what do you think?

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BREAK DOWN!

Far out! what a dreadful day. Let alone a feral week. Unfortunately its not over. I still have one more day of work. Then a glorious four days off. I WILL make the most of it.

The week started off hideously busy. Patiets at work are seriously ill. So much to do, not enough hours in the day.Yeah i work in a hospital with sick people. But its usually not so critical.
I had been nursing a patient who's prognosis was poor. Her condition was either satisfactory one minute, then unsatisactory the next. She fluctuated.
Early in the week she ate, drank, chatted and looked really good. She even managed to walk to and from the bathroom for me. I tried to ambulate her again later that day, but she couldnt, and her legs gave way. I managed to support her to prevent an injury from falling.She went to the floor and there i rang the emergency buzzer. Staff and doctors came to my aid. She was assisted back to bed.Here she starts to deteriorate!
I then had a day off after this shift, as my mother under went gynacological surgery. She was well post the procedure. sore as one would expect from foreign objects prodding and poking around down there. Now all that is required is the results from a biopsy that was taken. A week of worrying!
I then returned today to the same four bed room i had previously been in. One patient had deteriorated in 24 hrs, and was wheeled away to a single room for palliative management. Here i conversed with the family and hugged the daughter. I had developed a close relationship with her. TLC doesnt go astray.
Then i noticed Mrs G was breathing rapidly.Her respirations were gurgly. My instincts told me to act.Here i took all her vital signs. Her breaths were 40 a minute, the norm is 17-20. I called the nurse in charge to come immediately. He did so, and ordered me to call the Doctor.
The doctor arrived and assessed Mrs G. She concluded that she was for palliative management and to be kept comfortable. While all this was happening, the emergency buzzer went off. I looked at the screen to see it was for another patient on the ward. Quickly i ran. Here lays a 19yo girl fitting, going blue! I call the emergency team and help where necessary. The mother of this girl was sitting in our staff room shaking(in shock) and sobbing.I then procede to reassure her that her daughter is breathing, alive, and that the team are looking after her.Eventually miss 19yo stablised.
As for Mrs G, she deteriorated even more. Her daughter came to the desk and said "I think she's gone?" Myself and the nurse in charge enter her room to find that she had passed away. Her body lifeless. Her daughter streaming tears down her cheeks.This is where i lost it!
I wandered down to the nurses desk to call the doctor to come and give notification of death. I then broke down. Sobbed my heart out! I felt somewhat guilty for this lady passing away. I did all i could. But i still felt down in the dumps. I was councelled by another staff member. I told her i put too much prssure and responsibility on my self. Surprisingly she agreed with what i said.I guess i should take heed of her advice.
So Mrs G has left the land of the living. She was unwell with an extensive cardic history, along with other serious medical conditions. I took it all to heart. But hey, i am human and have feelings. All i have to say is "R.I.P. Mrs G."

Italian Mudbrick!

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Odd Spot.

1) In the course of an average lifetime you will, while sleeping, eat 70 assorted insects and 10 spiders.

2)The pupil of an eye expands as much as 45% when a person looks at something pleasing!

3)The average human body contains enough fat to make seven bars of soap.

4)the strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.

5)You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.

So there's some facts for you my blogging buddies!

I must also include in my entry that i had a sensational weekend getaway with a very special person who has walked into my life. A definate romantic memorable experience! A roaring cosy fire at a log cabin away from civilisation, soft delicate sounds of gentle music, embracing, the tantilising taste of red wine on the palette, candle light, an invigorating spa with the essential oils of ylang ylang and sandalwood that sent me floating, the company and interaction of two consenting adults. What a moment! What more could i ask for? Thank-you... I cant wait to get away again!!!! Maybe my choice???

Success

Happy birthday to my friend nicky! We met at a shopping centre today and enjoyed a girly chat while we had some lunch.
I finally managed to complete my project(photo frame) sucessfully. Of course by following the instructions clearly without rushing.
So my friends, i am not a failure. A little time, patience, and following steps, has proven to me that i can be creative! i really hope nicky likes it....BTW, my illness is subsiding. The anti-biotics are kicking in.I can now eat and drink with minimal discomfort. YAY!!!

(see pic below of my efforts)

SUCCESS AT LAST

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Agony and pain

Last night i woke at 3-30 am in thriving pain. I got up(wandered around like a creppid old woman) and started to cry! My throat feels like its been attacked with a vigerous rubbing of sandpaper. Or even slashed with a thousand lashings of a razor blade. Its all on the right side. Even my ear canal is throbbing. I cant swallow. Not even my own spit! I was so parched. All i wanted to do was guzzle some lemonade.
I stood in the kitchen with the phone in my hand while tears rolled down my cheeks. I was going to ring my mum. I didnt know what to do. I thought should i call an ambulance to take me to hospital? I couldnt handle this pain any longer. Should i wake keith to drive me to the emergeny department? Or should i take some panadol and go back to bed? I chose the last option.
I hear keith in the morning getting ready for work. I get up, and realise i am drenched in persperation. The attempt of having a cup of coffee took me one hour to ingest. By this time i am freezing. I have a boiling hot shower for 20 mins. I am still flippin well cold! i rug up and turn the heater temperature to its full capacity. Finally i begin to thaw.
I get to the Drs at 10am.I Explain to her my events for the night, and how much agonising pain i am in. Out she gets her torch and looks at my festy throat. Then looks at my swollen ear canal. She says she can give me a penicillin injection. Without any hesitation i say,"NO". The size of these injections are almost that of a cigarette. And its a deep muscular shot in the bottom. Uh ah. No way! Agony.
So i opt for the antibiotics. Four a day for 12 days, Penicillin Capsules. She tells me if i had have left this condition without treatment, i would have ended up in hospital with an abcess. Thank goodness i have seen the quack and done the right thing. She tells me to eat soft foods. Ice-cream, jelly, yogurt and soup. Also to include fluids as i dont want to end up dehydrated.
As i type my condition, my throat is throbbing as well as my ear. I am trying to have a milo. I just have to force it down. Its ever so painful. I have to give this pain a score of 10 out of 10. Analgesia doesnt seem to work. Hopefully the antibiotics should kick in within 24-48hrs. I just have to ride with it. Put up with it. Fingers crossed i can enjoy a nice juicy steak in a couple of days...

My failure!!!

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Creativity.

My attempt at being arty farty failed! Last night i draged out my craft box and, i thought i would make something. I pulled out a kit which consisted of a wooden photo frame, paints, clay and the tools required to be creative.Unforunately I dont have this trait! I painted. Watched it dry. Done a second layer. watched that dry. Glued on some bits and bobs to the fame. Waited for that to dry. Then applied the varnish.DIDN'T, wait for that to dry. Painted on a second layer of varnish.Then the paint started to have a mental. It ended up all caked and cracked. What a disaster!
My nan(whos now in heaven), had a talent. She could draw, paint landscapes, and won competitions back in her time for having beautiful hand writing. She was the "creative one" in the family.However, I do have neat elegable hand writing. So maybe thats something that was passed onto me.
One more thing about my project attempt: "read the instuctions before commencement!" (see pic above)

customer service?!

customer service? P.R skills? Pffft... It doesnt exist as far as i am concerned. The reason being boils down to the purchase of my new couches. I have rung the company several times to find out what time they will be delivered. I was told i would get a call tuesday to confirm delivery time. The hours passed and i had to call. The receptionist couldnt tell me a time. all she could say was that they would be incontact with me wednesday morning.
Today i arose at 8am to make sure that i wouldnt miss out on a phone call. I pottered around the house doing this and that(in my P.J's) when i looked at the clock to see it flashing 10am. Far out, dont tell me im going to have to call! So i venture outside for a cigarette carrying the portable phone in my hand ready to call the dealer, when i hear the reversing beebs of a truck in my driveway. I see two men heading for my front door. As quick as lightening i bolt to my bed room to get out of my pyjama's. How embarressing! i threw on a sweat top but still had my pj bottoms on. Anyway, i answer the door ropeable. I say to the delivery man, "lucky im home, i never recieved a call to confirm delivery time." all he could respond with was an "ohh, sorry." So i bit my tongue. They bought it in, in bits and pieces. i say "dont tell me that has to be assembled?" "Yes" i am told. i say "Great, thats a mans job, dont you guys do assembling?" " No" one of them reply.To add to my frustration, i go to pay via credit card, and Mr delivery man uses my phone as his mobile hasnt any coverage! As he was organising the payment, i thought he will give me a recipt number. No he didnt! So here we go again. I ring the dealer and get a recipt number. Such poor service! I will never purchase any furnishings from this company ever again!!!
Once they left, i had a task and a half of gnorring through the layers of bubble wrap and tape with a pair of scissors.So much waste, too much packaging. When that was done, i managed to assemble the recliners (by myself!) with ease. Lucky i have a tool kit. the phillips head screwdriver came in very handy. And i have proven to my self that i dont need a man. A handy man that is. LOL

dinner for two

Last night i went out for dinner with a friend. I admit the nerves got to me a little when i went to pick him up. However that subsided quickly. I felt calm, relaxed and comfortable once we arrived at our destination.
There was plenty of laughs, chatter and sarcastic humor. Even the meal and atmosphere was satisfying.The sports bar? Well put it this way, it definately isnt my choice of a local hangout. But i am looking on the bright side. It doesnt matter where you go if the surroundings arnt your cup of tea. Its the company you have, and the making of your own fun that makes it all worth while.
In a nutshell, i had a plesant enjoyable evening :D