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Sorry you've been left holding the baby again, MI, and you're not feeling well. How about a takeaway of some description to take the heat off you?

Oh no. I am sorry.

I can find Loitering Fishcakes. And fish fingers. And salad. And chips and white wine. Our freezer is full of stuff that somehow doesn't feel very exciting to resuscitate.

Just looked up domperidone - there've been concerns for some time, which I didn't know/realise. Useful stuff too. Hope they find an alternative. Hospitals are good round your way, though, aren't they?

MI - get pizza delivered and go to bed or lie on the sofa with a dvd and the girls. Take 2 nurofen now, and wash them down with a big glass of water.

NU - that sounds worrying.

I failed the exam I took the other week and am only the second person ever who works for my organisation to fail it. I have decided that I hate my job with a passion, nothing is ever going to improve, and I have to ask for a move. I spent today filing and putting appointments in people's calendars, FFS. This is not what I am employed to do.

wordassociationfootball - definitely, go to your GP and ask for the full works, blood test wise.

I get heartburn and was recently dx'd with helicobacter pylori. Had to take two kinds of hideous ABs for a week. Finished the course, heartburn returned a couple of weeks later so that was good. I haven't actually been back to the GP yet to see whether there's any follow-up required.

NUFC that does sound a bit worrying - fingers crossed it's nothing much.

Isn't this middle-age business a load of rubbish, eh. My other half is booked in for a hip replacement in September. He's 47. FFS.

MrsS, might it be time to think about working in a different setting? You are really bright and competent and your talents are WASTED.

OPM, that sounds VILE.

I have recovered from self-pity on realising that chips and white wine (and possibly mayo) are obviously required.

Yes, MI, I am going to investigate. But I think almost any job in a different department would be better than what I am doing now. This department is new, and the mantra is that it is wonderful and everyone loves working for it, and woe betide anyone who thinks differently or who dares to voice a contrary opinion. I've been told before that it is me, not the department, and that everyone else loves it, complete with shouting and jabbing finger.

I am writing about the invention of the lawnmower.

That sounds dire, MrsS

Oh dear, MrsS. Just have a nice weekend and forget about it all for now.

DH is a leisure cyclist, but never does things by halves so I know he will have been pushing himself. I think you mentioned the pylori bug, WAF - that's how this all started with DH before Christmas. I don't know whether they have been on the wrong track.

MI, you're right, we do generally have an excellent health service up here. To be fair, they have told him to carry on as usual, just take it easy if the pain comes when he's exercising.

MI, that's what DH is doing right now - he probably wishes we had a sheep.

Have just taken DS to his third eye hospital appointment in six weeks - each one needing half a day off school/work - getting his new cosmetic shell fitted, and it still isn't right.

We were in the park this afternoon, and the shell twizzled round 90deg, so looked a bit odd. He came up to me crying, saying a boy had just laughed at him. I was filled with murderous rage. This comes two weeks after the same thing happened at school, and his 'friends' said he looked like a monster.

He has to wear a shell, and I've told him it's so his face can grow properly, but he's beginning to get a complex. I wish the bloody thing would just fit properly.

I'm single parenting this week too, but can't really complain, after my child-free four days with the choir...

Oh Herbs, how utterly utterly pantitudinous. That is just awful. Why on earth can't he have one that fits/accommodates his growing face?

This is the new, bigger one, fitted to a moulding taken under general anaesthetic, with great trauma. The guys at moorfields are great, and fit him in easily, and DS doesn't mind going, but the more people laugh at him, the less he's going to want to go.

Oh Herbs, that's horrible. Murderous rage aimed at small children is not great, but I've been there.

Oh dear, sorry to hear of everyone's/DH's medical woes. We is all getting old, innit? And poor mini-Herbs

MrsS, I agree with everyone else - time to move on to pastures new. If there's anything going anywhere.

I am feeling reasonably chilled after leaving drinks from work in a local beer garden...

Fortunately, I didn't know what child it was, so couldn't act upon murderous rage. I do, however, know which two at school called him a monster, and they've been crossed off the birthday invitation list. For ever.

Oh herbs how utterly miserable for your wee man and you. I'd be incandescent with rage.

MI so sorry you've been landed in it again with dh. Apply mayonnaise generously.

Bd hope you can achieve a restful weekend, you must be exhausted. I can't believe the hour you were posing at this morning.

Mrs S you have suffered enough in that ruddy job. They are idiots for not utilising you properly. Hope you can commence with Operation Get The Hell Out at the earliest opportunity.

Talking if escape missions my sister told me about this great story today.
d-day
You gotta love him. Don't dare tell HIM what to do .

Achievement of the day;
All notes entirely removed from fridge and notice board . School is out.

I loved that story about the D-Day veteran absconding and going to Normandy. Surely the home should have been helping him to get there, not slapping a travel ban on him? My family were all over the show in the war, some fighting for the UK, some for the Germans, some banged up in Theresienstadt, and a bunch of them on holiday in Budapest when war was declared, trying to get back to UK with German passports.

Oh herbs that's horrible for him, and you :sad:

Love that story Cremo

When we are all aged and living in our crepey mansion, I hope we will be in the local paper!