Whiny fucking baby

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh

Make him stop! He's been whingeing aaaaaaaaaaall night. Have had broken sleep and now its 8.12am. I've just tried to give him his breakfast but he won't open his mouth to eat. He's playing with a toy now, but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh

Achey achey achey

Damn tablets are shit.

Poo.

Peter and the swing

Peter went on the swings at the weekend. His first ever swing-adventure. He also wore his shoes :)

Now he is asleep after song-and-story time at the library where he was playing with the other children. Awwwww :)

And Mrs B is reading up about the GI diet. Apparrently, you are allowed to eat chocolate with this diet, as long as it is at least 70% cocoa and you eat it at certain times of the day. Oh, okay then :) And crispies are allowed. This certainly sounds like the diet for us. I weighed myself again this morning and I am the same weight I was after piggy-mas. I mean, christmas! lol
Ah well, c'est la vie.

Still no comments over at BoE with my posted excerpt. Come on guys, it's not that long! Oh, and n.b. I'm considering removing the first paragraph and editing the second (which would then be the first) to ensure that the relevant info isn't lost. Also considering removing Yren's surprise at the druid's longevity. It's a bit too much like an info dump for my liking and it might be better, I think, to have their long-livedness shown through the story rather than explained through the alledged ignorance of a villager that lives so close to Eserett and has even had conversations with traders from Camelson. The traders would most likely have come through Eserett too - it being quite an important place and all :)

Anyways, cheery-by-for-now.

Oh, and the doc yesterday has upped my ulcer-meds in light of my darkened poopies and tummy whatnots from the new anti-is. :( Ah well. Apparently I'm supposed to go without most of my pain-relief too. Nuts to that, say I!

In any case, I'm orfsky as fluffle-bunny has just awoken.

Oh, and I'm still in trouble for scissoring the panites ;P

hehehehe

Highchair antics

Peter's in his high chair. He's just had breakfast at the table with daddy :) Last night he had his tea in the high chair as well and mummy and daddy got to have their tea at the same time as him - this is a first for this family - evening meals have until now been consumed under more stressful circumstances: Peter would scream if we tried to eat at the same time as him which would lead to indigestion on both mummy and daddy's behalf so we took to getting peter fed and changed and bathed and chilled and in bed and asleep before even thinking about cooking for ourselves.
He's been using his chair but on the ground-setting - but last night we decided to sit at the table and put him up in his proper high-high chair :) and it worked! woo hoo - and he's now entertaining himself in the high chair while I type this missive :)

Woot.

In other news - I forgot and took anti-is again yesterday morning. My tummy is still a little sore, but the GP surgery appear to have reset their clocks over the weekend as they're meant to be open at 8, but their phones are still off. Poo. I shall try again in a bit

Ciaou for now

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On a lighter note

Yeah, sorry about that. I shouldn't be so gloomy.

I'm fine. The celecoxib is doing okay, although I had a bit of tummy ache this morning - fortunately it was just because I really really needed a poo. LMAO!

Anyways, Peter has two, count 'em: TWO teeth! Proper little chompers being used to gnaw away my knuckles at every available opportunity! Congrats little man :)

Woo Hoo

And easter will soon be upon us. Blessed Beltaine!

Anti-inflammatories at last

I managed to convince my GP at last that I am, as the rheumatologist, the x-ray techs, and my previous GPs have already said, in pain from psoriatic arhtritis.

At last.

He has given me the new anti-inflammatories that Professor Woolfe asked me to be given: "celcoxib". He did, however, stress many many times that as I have now had gastro-intestinal bleeding that I could die as a result of taking these. If that wasn't worrying enough, I then found this warning on the information leaflet that came with the pills:

"Rare side effect which may affect up to 1 persons in 1000, are listed below ... Ulcers in the diestive system, perforations in the intestine, inflamed gullet, blood in bowel movements (very rarely these conditions have been fatal)."

Hmm ... I've never seen the word 'fatal' in a patient info leaflet before with tablets. Eek.

But if I don't get the inflamation under control soon, the arthritis is going to leave me a cripple in a matter of years. At the first sign of any gastric discomfort I shall stop taking these tablets. If I get any more stomach cramps, Claire is going to call 999. Hopefully none of that will be necessary. I had one last night and I was fine, despite being paranoid about them as all hell. I've just had a second one and I still feel fine.

Yikes

Happy Mothers Day Mrs B

You da greatest :)

Peter's a lucky little boy to have a mummy like you.

Love ya

Hugs

Woo Hoo

As that worked I shall deliver a brief update:

Peter is doing well: sleeping much better now and still trying to chew everything with that one damn good tooth of his. lol

BoE going well.

Mrs B as beautiful and gorgeous and wonderful and amazeingful as ever.

We went to see Chicago yesterday. My mum babysat flufflebum as she works upstairs in the theatre. Mums rock. She managed to get us the best seats in the house: middle front row. It was a fantastic show. And Peter, apparently, was very good. He certainly looked fine when we came out at the end of the show and saw him quite comfortable in his pram examining everyone as they exited the theatre. He looked up at me and there was a bit of a delay before he smiled as if to say ... er, who are you again? lol

He's also eating a lot more in the way of solids and so taking less and less booby milk ... soon they will be mine again ... mwah ha ha haaaaaaaaaa

Also, and quite by accident this was as I didn't realise how sharp the scissors were until after I had started messing around, I severed an exciting part of Mrs B's panties :P He he he ...

How about now?

Bloody Motherflippin' Blogspot ...

The number of times I've tried to sign in here over the last few weeks is mindboggling. It appears to be working thus far today ... we shall see.

If you can actually see this post, I will be chuffed and will attempt to post something a little less expletive ridden.

Laters

Maybe it'll work this time?

Woo Hoo

Endoscopes ahoy

Ergh ...

That's all I'll say on that score.

Sheesh. Having a cuppa tea now :) mmm ... caffeine!

And Mrs B is making sweet and sour turkey for dinner. Yay, wifey.