30s TTC - We Started TTC When the LAST Coalition Government Was In Power

[Muser]

BESH is BACK for Spring. Come in, admire the cocktail bar stylings I have created for you. It's all lowlights and smooth sounds, and there's a rehearsal room in back for the GLEE practice.

The barman are beautiful, the Pit has been well stocked with beanbags and gin. So roll up all you 30-something BESHies who stopped counting cycles sometime in the last century, and grab a martini.

I am bleary today. 2 late nights and slept badly too. And the mini woke up early.

And I'm descaling the kettle, which needed doing but is meaning that I can't have another cup of tea, which I am yearning for.

So far so blah.

Feel like have almost pre droid symptoms today, but tis only day 22. So it better farking well not be.

Cass boil some water on the hob and get yourself a cuppa. Bah to the pre-droid symptoms.. tis implantation I tell ye!

Oh I'm so sorry Medee. But yes: onward,ever onward : hope the doc gives prompt advice and plans and all good things (I live in hope that one day another BESH will encounter the frankly startlingly efficient medical care of the South Hackney PCT or whatever, I cannot be arsed to Google the correct term all right ALL RIGHT?).

Ahem. I'm hungover for the third time this week and had a very unsatisfactory night with a boypal and it's put me in a filthy temper. Plus my Mum and Dad are coming and I love them and whatnot but their standards of home hygiene are signally higher than mine. Mind you, it means Dad will clean the fridge, so I won't bother with that...

Cass you descaled a kettle?! I needs to raise my game...

I HAVE BEEN ON THE PHONE TO BARTS FOR AN HOUR. I HAVE BEEN SECOND IN A QUEUE FOR ALL THAT TIME. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

CAMEL SMASH!

Medee Sorry about the onward rush of the evil droid.

CassetteTape Fingers crossed you are just grumpy from a late night.

Clean the fridge, darling HBPencil? Is one supposed to do that? What kind of unsatisfactory night?

Gah, Drom, that's literally* the worst thing in the world. It gives me instant peptic ulcers even when it's about broadband or something - can't begin to imagine how frustrating when it's about stuff that matters. I'm screaming on your behalf. Not that that helps but it's kinda fun for me.

Re. unsatisfactory - oh, I dunno. I don't like it when by infinite degrees you realise folk perhaps aren't quite what you thought they were, & then you feel faintly foolish for having thought so. If that makes sense. But is OK, it's just a pal; nowt too shattering.

*I say that way too much.

Really sorry about the droid, Meds . Cup of builder's tea and a choc hobnob?

Cass, I don't even know how one would descale a kettle - and before you tell me, I have no desire to learn.

BigBangers - did he turn out to be a Tory boy? Does he have grubby ears? Lengthy nasal hair? An obsession with rimming? Some combination of the above?

Sorry about evilness Meds. Had quiet little hopefulnesses for you this time. Actually taking the plunge and going to the docs is something I'm dreading having to decide.

You are all wrong apart from Muser. KFC is the work of Satan. And cass, your late night ramblings made me chuckle. You're a loon you are!

Scropulous - I know HairyTriangle! She frolicks occasionally. She had an early mc a month or so ago - it was ever so sad but her attitude was really amazing. So positive.

Must go before I get into trouble with my grumpy boss lovely husband.

And yes, how does one descale a kettle? Do you put vinegar in it, thus with the ethanoic acid neutralising the alkaline deposits? Or is there a Product? Go and ask on Housekeeping, like when I asked about the white knickers. I was entertained by how seriously some take their housekeeping.

You know what LycraCyclingShorts, I think it's just that he doesn't actually have a soul. Which I've known for like, seven years. But it's only just starting to give me the sads. And yes to the rimming, I think

Aries I said I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!

You and Muse are right about KCF: chickens kept in tiny weeny cages + deep fried in killer hydrogenated fat = yuck.

If "frolicks" is to be used as a verb in this context , what to we do? Are we BESHing about, perhaps?

Oooh, did you reply to my embarrassingly long and self-pitying email, Poll? I missed that - will read and reply as soon as

CremeCaramel, are you still doing a Blondie (hanging on the telephone)? It's totally unacceptable and like Bangers says, is such a vital, crucial matter, so it must be sending you insane in the membrane. Hope you've got through now... or very soon. And tell us good news when you do

MediumFries - all I have to say is

I am confused as to not only how but why you descale a kettle. And Heady, why is your Dad going to clean your fridge? That gives out a bit of an insulting message, like you're still not grown-up enough to do 'things properly'. I'm dreadfully untidy (although v hygienic) and my parents don't make any comments about our flat... although maybe that's because anything compared to my teenage bedroom is a minimalist OCD paradise Please to explain more about disappointing friend. I am wearing my Freudian Slippers and my clinic is open for all needing advice and insight.

Have developed big yellow bruise spreading under top incision. And my tum is still massively bloated. I still can't walk without pain Am so fucking bored and just want to go window shopping or something involving actually leaving the bastard flat. Also, cannot get hospital to tell me if I have dissolvable stitches or if I need to get them removed by a nurse at the health centre. How hard can it be to find out?!

Feckin KFC not KCF, and "do we do" not "to we do"

What?! (directed at Score's poorly tum-tum). How have they not told you what sort of stitches you have?! The bruise sounds horrible, as does the bloat. I tell you what will make the day pass more quickly: delivering a series of excoriating smack-downs on Facebook. Shall I start another fight?

Viz. fridge: 'tis rather sweet really. We're not outright slovenly, but my Pa has a borderline OCD compulsion to clean. Whenever he comes round he washes up, and then starts looking slightly sheepish and asking where the bleach is. He knows he's being daft, and it's never done censoriously, so I just think, well: it'll keep him out of trouble, and I get a sparkly kitchen out of it.

Viz. disappointing friend: 'tis a long tale and not one out of which I come covered in glory. I'll bore tell you about it sometime. My own fault for pretending I'm living in a Graham Greene novel. Now pardon me while I don a neat little hat and sit in a Lyons tea house on St Martin's Lane, nursing a weak cup of rationed tea and a broken heart

Blood test this afternoon! Information session either next Weds or the Weds after! Treatment probably starting mid- to end-of-June! Um, I think yay but am still having a bit of a wobble.

And for those of you who are bitching about having to go to the doctors - please just do! It isn't going to change the outcome. There will either be nothing wrong, in which case wheeeeeeeeee! or there will be something wrong, in which case you're one step closer to fixing it.

Plus, quite a few of us on this thread HAVE had to go to the doctors to find out whether or not our bits are working, so presenting it as a really stressful idea is a bit, um, upsetting to those of us who are in that process. ie ME.

Erm, I have just realised that it would be possible to infer from the above that I am no better than I should be . Oh that that were the case: I'm really not that interesting . Oooooh, get me and my emoticons! Truly I am down with the kids.

Lucks for this arvo, Droms - and for everything after. Wow, it's moving fast now! I'm really glad. Waiting around is hideous. Pliz to accept this vat of Pimms to assist with the wobbular side of things.

And of course you're right about the pre-doc stress. I was guilty of being freaked out not that I went to the doc but that he was helpful. Now, as a bit of self-absorbed menkulness goes, that takes some beating, and I'm ashamed of myself. As such I too am prepared to accept a beating. Shall I get the slipper and bend over? .

Tease!

Camelina that is so exciting!! Summer diffage ahoy!

Really sorry, Droms. I didn't think about it like that. Some may be starting to realise that I can be a bit left brained when it comes to what comes out of my mouth fingers. Or is it right-brained? Well male anyway. However, personally it's not that I'm bitching about having to go and see a doctor about baybee making per se, it's that I'm an utter coward when it comes to anything medical at all. Call it a phobia if you will. And I realise it's shit and cowardly. But there are Reasons.

But sorry anyway .

Oh wow camelina that is super quick movement. Am very excited for you. I feel like the Mass Summer Diffment Project is going to be a WIN.

I am a bit confoosled as to how I became a KFC hater. I fecking love KFC. I don't have it because it's wrong and the poor chickens. But ohmygod it's tasty.

Apology most deffo accepted. And I'm sorry to have been upsetting in any way, shape or form.

Twas me who said KFC is devils food, sorry Muse.

Sorry Muse, twas Poll who said she hated it.

Lovely Humpster, that is MOST exciting - a June date! Squeee! Scary but great progress

embrace, twat fingers.

Cameltoe, that's bloody great! One minute you don't know when they're going to get the ball moving and the next, you're on schedule for super-fast treatment! HUZZAH! And I second the seeing-the-Doc thang: I was so depressed and anxious that there must be something wrong with me and my experiences have shown I don't and I can't tell you how wonderful that now feels (not being insensitive to those with not-so-good diagnoses). Okay, so that leaves me with a diagnosis of 'unexplained infertility' and no baybee but peeps mustn't be afraid to go see their Docs.

Bangs, that sounds quite sweet about your Dad. My Dad has his own 'little ways' that we indulge rather than cause stress. I think most Dads are like that, aren't they?!

Trying to get through to someone about the stitches at the mo. Am not losing my temper cos am inspired by Drom being on the phone since 1923 earlier.