Thread 7 - TalkLair: “In fact it’s an oblate spheroid”

[Kucinghitam]

Continuation of previous threads (thread 6).
The new lair of JTT escapees is all cosy and homey; we have truly settled here. Outside, the garden is blooming with spring flowers. Inside, the hearth is glowing, pictures are up on the walls, rugs are down on the floors (and assorted pets curled up on them).

We just won’t mention the gnawed bones of our prey over there in the corner of the cave…

Remember that Twilight Zone episode we discussed a few threads ago?

<cue creepy music>

In the breadbin?

Ask Saint Antony.

'Tony! where's the fucking butter dish lid?'

Mr T came home and found it in a cupboard I'd already looked in.

FFS.

At least we know where it is, though.

Thinking of butter dishes, just got the butter bells out and have put butter in them. One in the fridge, one in the kitchen. I used these last summer when we had that dreadful heat and the butter stayed fresh. I was impressed.

http://www.butterjournal.com/new-blog/2015/5/19/butter-bell

Saint Antony very often puts things in places you already looked.

Does he, elderberry? Why?

And are you allowed to swear at saints? Do they mind?

I had a similar butter-related mystery. Spent ages searching for the butter but gave up, assuming it had spontaneously combusted. I found it a few days later in the oven, which is next to the fridge. Maybe check there?

That butter bell thing looks marvellous!

I did check in the oven, Cyan. Twice. And checked all the unlikeliest places it might have been, like the airing cupboard. How it got into the cupboard it was eventually found in is anyone's guess.

Make an offeriung to the goddess Annoya by rattling s stuck kitchen drawer very hard indeed, as recommended by T Pratchett, gawd bless "im

They're great! We had a number of days when the indoor temperature reached 27C, but the butter stayed fresh and didn't melt either.

Does he elderberry? Why

Poor chap has to have his little jokes to stave off exasperation at the number of times he has to find things. And that's just for me. Twice in moments of extreme provocation (for him) things I've been looking for frantically for ages suddenly dropped at my feet when I asked him for help. I'm sure he takes the odd swear in his stride but he does appreciate being thanked.

Love the butter bell.

I've never seen that butter bell gadget before but I like it!

I love the butter bell. On my wish list!

Good news on the upper-end endoscopy yesterday. One downside is that I kept fighting them despite being sedated. Maybe I need more drugs? Anyway. Everyone was lovely and the doctor was aghast that this has been going on for twenty years. My oesophagus is more inflamed than it was a month ago when they expected it to be better. As a result they couldn't get as far down as my stomach so the results were minimal. He's setting up a multi-disciplinary team and I should be getting a CT scan. He's put on my notes that I have a tumour that is probably malignant but Snoop and I - she came to collect me and I asked her to be there for the exit talk because I was off my tits and knew I'd be confused about it today - understood that he was saying that he hadn't found an actual tumour but there could be one for all he knew and that he was putting tumour on my notes to hurry things along because all of this is ridiculous. So, anyway, it sounds bad, I know, but it's all good because stuff is - I really hope - going to happen.

Seamus, my greyhound nephew, had no fucks to give about being denied walks over the weekend and was an absolute dote. I'm walking better today and I've sold and dispatched the first of my expensive H&M X Mugler items on the old eBays.

I don't even bother St Tony because if I did he'd probably smite me for being so fucking useless. My whole life is not knowing where something is that I had in my hand only moments previously. I think I need St Jude, the patron saint of lost causes.

How frustrating they could get as far as they needed to, but I’m glad they’re finally doing something about it @MouseMinge

I had two gastroscopy appointments last year. The first one didn’t get very far because the sedation didn’t work and I freaked out. I thought they were joking when they said ‘don’t try to pull the camera out’ until they attempted to shove it down my throat. For the second one they gave me propofol. I was so afraid of being aware of the procedure I was practically in tears while lying on the bed. Thankfully I fell into a blissful sleep and knew nothing about it.

Crossing my fingers for you that you can get this sorted very soo.

That sounds like a promising development, Mouse - albeit for a less than ideal reason. I hope the MDT can get to the bottom of the problem and come up with something useful.

I have had one gastroscopy. I had no sedation because I didn't have anyone who could pick me up, and I thought - well, how bad can it be? They wouldn't do it if it was that bad. Surely I can put up with anything for ten minutes. And when they say the camera is the width of a finger, they can't literally mean that.
I have never been so comprehensively wrong in my life. Even though I should have another one, I can't face it. I don't trust them to sedate me enough.

I think I'll ask for something extra next time. I came to in the last one as well and it's really unpleasant. They tell you that it's not pain but discomfort. I respectfully disagree.

In other news! I got up to feed the boys this morning and I have a doll's cot by my bathroom which is used as a cat bed. Girl cat from downstairs was lounging in it. Francis and Django ignored her - in their bloody bed! - and walked past her to their food bowls. On seeing me, she stood up, stretched, got out of the cot bed, lay on the floor and rolled around to show me her belly for some belly rubs. The pure cheek of it! I'm clearly destined to forever run a cat hotel.

very glad to hear things seem to be moving forward @MouseMinge - it must be such a relief to finally find yourself seeing a doctor who takes your situation seriously and sounds keen to fix it ASAP.

I have never had an endoscopy but my mum had quite a few and I think it was only after the third or fourth that she started having sedation. I have a feeling her poor memory played a part in that she couldn’t remember how bad it was by the time she went again.

Heh! I remember all too well but remind myself that even if I come to a bit I will at least have the effect of good drugs for the rest of the day. I'm also incredibly good at not worrying about it before hand. The time to think about it is when I'm in position and have just had the drugs injected. It's a life skill I'm very grateful to have. Same with the current Schrödinger's tumour. I may have one, I may not, I'll deal with it when I know for sure. Also, I didn't have one a month ago so if the unlikely turned out to be true it would be a baby tumour and easily dealt with. I've known for over a decade that I'm at risk of oesophageal cancer but it's just not worth worrying about stuff that might never happen. Or worrying about stuff that will happen because it will still happen, as in stupid fucking cameras down your gullet.

(((@MouseMinge)))

Glad to hear the medics are going to pay proper attention to your oesophagus, MouseMinge, I hope things work out well for you.