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.

Shpongle-icious

Mmm ... shpongle ... me so likey :)

Anyways, I've had enough at the mo. Again, I've been up since early in the morning due to pain ... I can't wait till they've looked inside me, I've eradicated the bacteria with antibiotics, and I can go back on the anti-inflammatories. Then, perhaps, I will vacate this painful world in which I currently reside.

I was trying to meditate the other day to help lift myself out for a short while, to alter my perceptions, you know? so that I could handle it all a little better, but it hurts to sit - it hurts to stand - it even hurts to lay down.

Oh well, enough moaning.

Sorry.

In other news, Mrs B is as beautiful as ever. She purchased a top from a charity shop yesterday and it looks amazing on her. It's a creamy colour with little purple flower design on it and the colour suits her so well, as does the cut and the fabric ... mmm ... sexy wifey :)

Also, fluffy was groomed briefly by Khaymen this morning ... aww :)

I have something to say

My wifey rocks.

Oh yeah.

Damn straight.

In other news, our new PC should come tomorrow :) That is, they attempted to deliver it today and would you believe it, the time on the card saying "sorry we missed you" was time stamped about 2 minutes after we popped out for a short walk ... gosh, but I needed some fresh air!

Dagnabit. Still, they're delivering it tomorrow - at some point before 3 pm. Hmm.

So looking forward to it. Woo Hoo. We'll be back on the intermenet properly instead of on a borrowed laptop :)

Woot

Oh, and my wifey rocks so much

Me loves her

Wets pants

Found Ozric Tentacles on myspace ... oooooh!

lol

The things we do when we're awake when others are asleep! lol

Also started reading Jonathon Strange and Mr Norrell again. I swear the ads on telly at the mo for the new Keanu Reaves film "the illusionist" look very much like elements of that novel. It's such a good book (by Susannah Clarke if you wanna find it and give it a go) and I remember reading it in very great excitement at the time. It was when Mrs B and I were first dating and she was working in the book store. It was just before Xmas and this book was stacked up to the rafters as it made a good display in being released in both black with white words and white with black writing covers. I kept looking at it but had already spent all my disposable income on pressies for others. For Xmas my godmother gave me a gift voucher for WHSmiths and I found a copy (the last one, mind) of this book on the shelf reduced from 18 squids to the ten to which the value of my voucher had been made! Woo Hoo Hoo, thought I and I snapped it up in a trice and promptly lost myself for a few days in the adventures contained therein!

Very good book indeed. I'd highly receommend it. It has 18th Century magicians, dabbling in Fairie magic (of a scarily believable sort), with mirrors and potions and intrigue and love and war and the faint smell of sulphur! Very enjoyable indeed.

Garrr

Grumpy.

It's nearly midnight and I can't sleep. Feeling poo. Felt poo all day. Spent most of it in bed. Didn't want to wake Mrs B with tossing and turning so thought I'd come downstairs and pester the kitties instead. But they're snuggled up together on the sofa and they won't budge for me! lol

Ah well.

Another hospital visit :(

I was developing more stomach cramps yesterday afternoon. I'd been having aches every day since my last visit it hospital and was so relieved to finally find out what it was that I told the GP they were coming back but didn't really insist on him taking note of the increase in pain.

By about 8pm, Mrs B was getting really worried and in the end called the doctors out of hours. I was told to come in to the community hospital. Father in law whipped round and sped me to hospital (and he has to get up for work at like 4 in the morning or something!) where the prescence of an ulcer was confirmed. Fortunately, I was able to ease the pains with gavascon, milk and PPIs. With any luck, if I avoid the types of food I've been advised to avoid now, I'll be okay until I can get this infection cleared up and get the ulcers healed.

I was so scared I'd have to go back in to Derriford. I didn't want another hospital stay. The doc at the hospital did say if it got anyworse to just call an ambulance. Fortunately, this was not required.

Doctor's news

I made the appointment today to see my GP as he had sent me a letter asking me to come in to discuss the results of a blood test I had taken. Turns out I have Helicobacter Pylori infection, which is a bacterial infection of the stomach and duodenum. Good news is that it can be eradicated. After my endoscope next week, assuming the ulceration isn't too bad, I can begin a week's course of antibiotics and PPIs which will destroy the bacteria (fingers crossed) after which, the ulcer can be cleared up and the anti-inflammatories re-instated (with PPIs to safeguard against further ulceration) and close monitoring to make sure I don't get anymore intestinal bleeding. Woo Hoo. It's such a relief to know what is causing all this pain and discomfort and to know that an end is in sight. Finally, after all this time of waiting, I can do something to get better.

I reckon the most likely time when I got this infection is when I was in Nicaragua. I did get VERY very ill on that volcano! Wouldn't surprise me if that is where I got it. It's not contagious, either, so I don't have to worry about passing it on to Peter or Mrs B.

Yay!