lizziec: (Default)
As the title says, today has been a very long and fairly shitty day. Came up to take mum to the St Georges ENT clinic today, but it was obvious fairly early on that mum was having one of her bad days. On the way to St Georges mum was sick. Luckily in to a bowl, but it took me 10 mins (blocking a bus stop, where I'd hurriedly pulled over in a bit of a panic, with my car) to actually empty the bowl down a drain. All the while I was apologising for being rubbish. Then, because I was still retching, I made mum rinse it out with some bottled water, making me even more rubbish, and probably a terrible person who is going straight to hell.

Mum ended this weak as a kitten, probably not helped by the fact her blood sugar was up at 26 (7 is normal) and needed a wheelchair from the entrance of the hospital to the clinic. Because of the sickness, mum missed her appointment slot of 11:15 (though we did call to notify them - and when we got there at 11:20 it took half an hour of queueing to book mum in because of problems caused by a new computer system) and we ended up not being seen until about 12:45.

When we got in, mum was promptly sick again in front of the doctor - not lovely Mr Williamson, which was a shame because I didn't like the doctor we did see (Mr Mady, and a visiting consultant from the Royal Marsden who I liked more) - who appeared to be frozen in horror for a good thirty seconds after the vomiting started. When the vomiting was over, and mum a bit more settled, though feeling seriously shitty, Mr Mady said "well, it's definitely cancer..."

Honestly, the way he said it, if I wasn't already so tired I'd have laughed. Mum sounded pissed and said what we were all thinking "We already knew that". The way the man announced it, he said it like it was new news. In fact, the only thing we've known for weeks is that it is cancer of some type or other. Then he told us that it didn't much matter what type now, and they were going to offer radiotherapy, starting in a couple of weeks at the Marsden in Sutton. Apparently the timescale for starting radiotherapy is pretty fast as far as starting radiotherapy is concerned. I don't know how true that is though. Then mum was sick again and they said she looked dreadful, I told them about her high blood sugar and they said they wanted to admit her. In fact, Mr Mady said it three or four times and we agreed each time, which irritated me (the repeated statement) - in fact he did that several times with different things and that really annoyed me, which I think is why I don't really like him. He appeared to treat us like we were stupid, which is a huge bug bear for me. The really awful news though, given by the nicer doctor - from the Royal Marsden - is that if the tumour doesn't respond to the radiotherapy, we're looking at a life span of "months rather than years".

I knew in my gut that months was probably what we were looking at if the tumour couldn't be shrunk, but to have it confirmed was a really nasty moment and made a fairly shitty day a really mostly shitty day.

Then we had to wait around for a bed to be found for mum, for nearly four hours in fact, which was punctuated frequently by mum telling us how much she wanted to lie down. They did some admitting stuff at the clinic and tested her blood sugar again. This time it was a 33.

Mum was admitted to a ward where they catheterised her and started on a sliding scale of IV insulin to get her blood sugar back under control, put on saline to rehydrate her and they may at some point start her on some more steroids. All of this is with a view to getting her fit to start radiotherapy. At the moment they're looking at three or four days in St Georges, possibly transferring her to the Royal Marsden at Sutton as an inpatient after a few days. It really depends on how she responds to treatment and where they decide to go from there.

While they got her settled, the wonderful Fiona, mum's Macmillan Nurse brought me a cup of hot chocolate and some biscuits that were the first food and drink to pass my lips all day, which given it was 4pm was not a good thing. Then she told me to make sure I took proper care of myself.

So right now I'm shattered, physically and mentally. I spent a good deal of the time waiting at the clinic and then waiting for a bed standing, and then once mum was settled I came back to mum's to get Phil and her stuff (which Phil sorted out for me), back to St Georges to drop stuff off and see her before visiting hours ended, then back to mum's again. In between times, I made calls to various people to tell them what was going on so it could be passed down the phone tree. On the upside, I got back to mum's to find ben, who came up on the spur of the moment, on the back of today's developments, having been given a lift by a work colleague who goes on my list of people who I will never be able to thank adequately.

Been a long and shitty day therefore. I think tomorrow will be pretty long too. And this post has taken me forever because I'm using ben's eeepc and samsung nc10 (ben made me swap because I was getting wound up at the tiny keyboard on the eee) because the hinge on my thinkpad is broken... but more on that another time. This post is quite long enough already.

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (Default)
As the title says, today has been a very long and fairly shitty day. Came up to take mum to the St Georges ENT clinic today, but it was obvious fairly early on that mum was having one of her bad days. On the way to St Georges mum was sick. Luckily in to a bowl, but it took me 10 mins (blocking a bus stop, where I'd hurriedly pulled over in a bit of a panic, with my car) to actually empty the bowl down a drain. All the while I was apologising for being rubbish. Then, because I was still retching, I made mum rinse it out with some bottled water, making me even more rubbish, and probably a terrible person who is going straight to hell.

Mum ended this weak as a kitten, probably not helped by the fact her blood sugar was up at 26 (7 is normal) and needed a wheelchair from the entrance of the hospital to the clinic. Because of the sickness, mum missed her appointment slot of 11:15 (though we did call to notify them - and when we got there at 11:20 it took half an hour of queueing to book mum in because of problems caused by a new computer system) and we ended up not being seen until about 12:45.

When we got in, mum was promptly sick again in front of the doctor - not lovely Mr Williamson, which was a shame because I didn't like the doctor we did see (Mr Mady, and a visiting consultant from the Royal Marsden who I liked more) - who appeared to be frozen in horror for a good thirty seconds after the vomiting started. When the vomiting was over, and mum a bit more settled, though feeling seriously shitty, Mr Mady said "well, it's definitely cancer..."

Honestly, the way he said it, if I wasn't already so tired I'd have laughed. Mum sounded pissed and said what we were all thinking "We already knew that". The way the man announced it, he said it like it was new news. In fact, the only thing we've known for weeks is that it is cancer of some type or other. Then he told us that it didn't much matter what type now, and they were going to offer radiotherapy, starting in a couple of weeks at the Marsden in Sutton. Apparently the timescale for starting radiotherapy is pretty fast as far as starting radiotherapy is concerned. I don't know how true that is though. Then mum was sick again and they said she looked dreadful, I told them about her high blood sugar and they said they wanted to admit her. In fact, Mr Mady said it three or four times and we agreed each time, which irritated me (the repeated statement) - in fact he did that several times with different things and that really annoyed me, which I think is why I don't really like him. He appeared to treat us like we were stupid, which is a huge bug bear for me. The really awful news though, given by the nicer doctor - from the Royal Marsden - is that if the tumour doesn't respond to the radiotherapy, we're looking at a life span of "months rather than years".

I knew in my gut that months was probably what we were looking at if the tumour couldn't be shrunk, but to have it confirmed was a really nasty moment and made a fairly shitty day a really mostly shitty day.

Then we had to wait around for a bed to be found for mum, for nearly four hours in fact, which was punctuated frequently by mum telling us how much she wanted to lie down. They did some admitting stuff at the clinic and tested her blood sugar again. This time it was a 33.

Mum was admitted to a ward where they catheterised her and started on a sliding scale of IV insulin to get her blood sugar back under control, put on saline to rehydrate her and they may at some point start her on some more steroids. All of this is with a view to getting her fit to start radiotherapy. At the moment they're looking at three or four days in St Georges, possibly transferring her to the Royal Marsden at Sutton as an inpatient after a few days. It really depends on how she responds to treatment and where they decide to go from there.

While they got her settled, the wonderful Fiona, mum's Macmillan Nurse brought me a cup of hot chocolate and some biscuits that were the first food and drink to pass my lips all day, which given it was 4pm was not a good thing. Then she told me to make sure I took proper care of myself.

So right now I'm shattered, physically and mentally. I spent a good deal of the time waiting at the clinic and then waiting for a bed standing, and then once mum was settled I came back to mum's to get Phil and her stuff (which Phil sorted out for me), back to St Georges to drop stuff off and see her before visiting hours ended, then back to mum's again. In between times, I made calls to various people to tell them what was going on so it could be passed down the phone tree. On the upside, I got back to mum's to find ben, who came up on the spur of the moment, on the back of today's developments, having been given a lift by a work colleague who goes on my list of people who I will never be able to thank adequately.

Been a long and shitty day therefore. I think tomorrow will be pretty long too. And this post has taken me forever because I'm using ben's eeepc and samsung nc10 (ben made me swap because I was getting wound up at the tiny keyboard on the eee) because the hinge on my thinkpad is broken... but more on that another time. This post is quite long enough already.

ETA: 12/07/11 No longer filtered
lizziec: (toys - max at work)
My new laptop (Thinkpad SL500) arrived on Wednesday, which was extremely exciting for me. As always, I got a lot of pictures :) Now I've finished setting it up and moving files around I finally got around to getting the pictures off my camera and posting them here to show off :)


My old laptop (Thinkpad R50e) was old...


...and pretty busted :/ (Yes, that is micropore holding a corner on.)


When I got back from picking it up there was some post for me :)


It was my new copy of Ramona Forever! :D

I'm not quite sure how I managed it, but I was patient enough to take pictures of the unwrappening:



The lid is shiny, but fingerprints silly easily.


Old vs New (click to embiggen).

All pictures.

The new one runs like a dream, even with Vista installed. I think I'm in love (sorry [livejournal.com profile] benc).

I'm still trying to decide what to do with my old one, which is staying with me for a few weeks at least so I'm sure I have everything I need from it and I'm completely happy with my new one. Any ideas? Any people maybe interested in taking it?
lizziec: (toys - max at work)
My new laptop (Thinkpad SL500) arrived on Wednesday, which was extremely exciting for me. As always, I got a lot of pictures :) Now I've finished setting it up and moving files around I finally got around to getting the pictures off my camera and posting them here to show off :)


My old laptop (Thinkpad R50e) was old...


...and pretty busted :/ (Yes, that is micropore holding a corner on.)


When I got back from picking it up there was some post for me :)


It was my new copy of Ramona Forever! :D

I'm not quite sure how I managed it, but I was patient enough to take pictures of the unwrappening:



The lid is shiny, but fingerprints silly easily.


Old vs New (click to embiggen).

All pictures.

The new one runs like a dream, even with Vista installed. I think I'm in love (sorry [livejournal.com profile] benc).

I'm still trying to decide what to do with my old one, which is staying with me for a few weeks at least so I'm sure I have everything I need from it and I'm completely happy with my new one. Any ideas? Any people maybe interested in taking it?
lizziec: (Frazer-doomed)
So today I paid for my new laptop, a Lenovo Thinkpad SL500, and all things being well, it should arrive in the next 2-3 weeks. So now I'm thinking about names, and I want the lazywebs to help me name it.

My naming scheme for computers is Lord of the Rings based. My main machine is Aragorn, my VM is Legolas, my phone is Eomer, and my current laptop is Shadowfax, named after the horse that Gandalf rides. I chose the name because the horse goes places and so does the laptop. Yes, I know the other characters go places. Just humour me ;)

So, pick. Shadowfax is included in the list as I'm toying with the idea of just calling the new one what the old one was called. I also reserve the right to ignore the whole thing and go with my own choice if there is a tie, or I don't like what you pick ;)

[Poll #1384735]
lizziec: (Frazer-doomed)
So today I paid for my new laptop, a Lenovo Thinkpad SL500, and all things being well, it should arrive in the next 2-3 weeks. So now I'm thinking about names, and I want the lazywebs to help me name it.

My naming scheme for computers is Lord of the Rings based. My main machine is Aragorn, my VM is Legolas, my phone is Eomer, and my current laptop is Shadowfax, named after the horse that Gandalf rides. I chose the name because the horse goes places and so does the laptop. Yes, I know the other characters go places. Just humour me ;)

So, pick. Shadowfax is included in the list as I'm toying with the idea of just calling the new one what the old one was called. I also reserve the right to ignore the whole thing and go with my own choice if there is a tie, or I don't like what you pick ;)

[Poll #1384735]
lizziec: (animals - gerbil - stan eating)
Vote now!

[Poll #605223]
lizziec: (animals - gerbil - stan eating)
Vote now!

[Poll #605223]
lizziec: (animals - giraffe hug)
I now have a Shiny Toy (tm)

It's an IBM Thinkpad R50e. Yum :D

Ben has fireworks.

I am 22 on Monday and my friends and family will be here for me and fireworks.

So happy and bouncy. WHeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D

*Installs OSes on new lappy*
lizziec: (animals - giraffe hug)
I now have a Shiny Toy (tm)

It's an IBM Thinkpad R50e. Yum :D

Ben has fireworks.

I am 22 on Monday and my friends and family will be here for me and fireworks.

So happy and bouncy. WHeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D

*Installs OSes on new lappy*
lizziec: (animals - giraffe kiss)
Guess what?

I'm getting me a thinkpad today :D :D :D

*dances*

So excited...don't know how I'll get through Uni!

*dances more*
lizziec: (animals - giraffe kiss)
Guess what?

I'm getting me a thinkpad today :D :D :D

*dances*

So excited...don't know how I'll get through Uni!

*dances more*

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