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izmeinaI am so so tempted to just become a grumpy hermit and vanish without trace. It has taken more than 10 minutes just to get to the Dreamwidth post page on the Big Mac. I have to wade through endless piles of evil spinning beach balls or just boring old blank pages that take an eternity to load. That partly explains why my visits are less and less frequent.
Often it will be 2 weeks between sessions. I can tell how long it has been because the calendar shows the last time I logged on and takes a while to update to the current time. This time it was only a few days for the simple reason that I had to fill in the census. I just assumed it would be a total nightmare trying to do it on the Tweet Stone so I wasn't even going to try. Also Dreamwidth is dreadful on the Tweet stone. I guess it is simply not designed for such devices. It is especially awful if inserting images or using HTML code for links and things. So this means of course that I have not been replying to so many juicy thought provoking comments.
There has been 2 main events in Dursleyville. The first is that I had my second AZ vax on Monday. So far I am still waiting for my second head to appear and I have not been able to dump Vodafone as my Internet provider. So much for becoming my own Wifi hot spot. I think I may be having more luck with the Serpent DNA. But there has been one unintended side effect that I am pretty peeved about. Or at least I assume it is a side effect since it happened the very next day. I will tell the Doc when I turn up for my next appointment to get another prescription for Primolut. The Bloody Bitch is back. In spite of all those progesterone tablets. This time I did not make the stupid mistake of going off the pills a few days before due to an obsession with blood clots which are listed as a side effect of both.
The other big drama is the plumbers or rather the lack of them. Naively believing that they would be turning up this or next week to start work on installing a shower in the laundry, I moved the giant juke box of a Fridge claiming the spot where the shower is going to go. It is a 1950s Kelvinator. They built those things to last in the old days. So I had already cleared the contents. I had been using it to keep my seeds and weeds and assorted garden things.
Last Sunday I moved it sufficiently enough to be able to reach the plug and turn it on. It is still working after more than 10 years in retirement. (The Dursleys gave me a new fridge for Christmas 2007 because the Kelvinator was gobbling electrictiy at 3 units a day) The next step was to move it out of the laundry and into the kitchen so that the plumbers could get on with their job of installing the new shower. The problem was that while it was easy to move the thing on the tiled floor of the laundry, I just could not get it over the threshold of the kitchen door.
The kitchen and dining room have lno floor and it was proving to be an impermeable force and an immovable object. I figured that I would tidy up the corner where the fridge had been which was full of dust. So I gave it a good wipe and scrub. The plan was to try again the next day to get the fridge into the kitchen but if that failed then I would simply move it back to its nice new clean little corner and then move it again before the plumbers turned up. But there was a slight problem. The juke box fridge took up the whole doorway which meant that the laundry was blocked off from the rest of the house. That would not be such a big deal if the loo was not there too. So basically, as long as the doorway was out of action, I had to leave the house by the Library sliding door and come in through the laundry and then do the whole thing in reverse every time I needed to pee. Pretty annoying especially at 3 in the morning. So that was definitely an incentive to fix the problem sooner rather than later.
So last night, with a glass or 2 of red under my belt, I once again attempted to get the 1950s fridge into the kitchen.
Nothing like a bit of Dutch courage. I did get it done but managed to rip a big chunk of the lino in the process.
It was such an achievement because I had been procrastinating for ages. But I filled out my To Do list for the week and Thursday was move the fridge so that is what I did.
I intend to sell it because I cannot justify letting it sit taking up precious space in the kitchen and it turns out that such critters have become a lot more desirable than when I paid $150 for it shortly after moving into my first flat back in 1994.
I have considered pottering around some hipster cafes with some pretty pics of the Juke Box beastie in the hope of selling it to them as a feature piece before resorting to looking for some private buyer. It would be nice to for it to be sort of in the public domain because it really is a work of art in its own right.
But now it is out of the way, I no longer need to rush.
Next project is to get on with sorting out the squillions of books all over the lair. I need 9 life times to read them all. So many books, so little time and so few book shelves.
PS I hate the new look Dreamwidth posting rules. It had been so long since I have posted that I don't even know when these changes were brought in.
I thought I was being clever by going straight to Rich Text to solve the horrid spacing problem only to discover that it is much more difficult to do the cut text thing and that once you go over to RT you cannot go back to whatever it used to be for the same post.
It took ages to even find the icon for cutting/ hiding text and then I found out the hard way that you have to put it in some special box and if it is shaded then you know that it will be hidden when posted.
This ancient serpent is not in the mood for learning so many new tricks so I guess I will stick to making short posts in future to avoid having to fart around with all this complicat4ed editing.
Often it will be 2 weeks between sessions. I can tell how long it has been because the calendar shows the last time I logged on and takes a while to update to the current time. This time it was only a few days for the simple reason that I had to fill in the census. I just assumed it would be a total nightmare trying to do it on the Tweet Stone so I wasn't even going to try. Also Dreamwidth is dreadful on the Tweet stone. I guess it is simply not designed for such devices. It is especially awful if inserting images or using HTML code for links and things. So this means of course that I have not been replying to so many juicy thought provoking comments.
There has been 2 main events in Dursleyville. The first is that I had my second AZ vax on Monday. So far I am still waiting for my second head to appear and I have not been able to dump Vodafone as my Internet provider. So much for becoming my own Wifi hot spot. I think I may be having more luck with the Serpent DNA. But there has been one unintended side effect that I am pretty peeved about. Or at least I assume it is a side effect since it happened the very next day. I will tell the Doc when I turn up for my next appointment to get another prescription for Primolut. The Bloody Bitch is back. In spite of all those progesterone tablets. This time I did not make the stupid mistake of going off the pills a few days before due to an obsession with blood clots which are listed as a side effect of both.
The other big drama is the plumbers or rather the lack of them. Naively believing that they would be turning up this or next week to start work on installing a shower in the laundry, I moved the giant juke box of a Fridge claiming the spot where the shower is going to go. It is a 1950s Kelvinator. They built those things to last in the old days. So I had already cleared the contents. I had been using it to keep my seeds and weeds and assorted garden things.
Last Sunday I moved it sufficiently enough to be able to reach the plug and turn it on. It is still working after more than 10 years in retirement. (The Dursleys gave me a new fridge for Christmas 2007 because the Kelvinator was gobbling electrictiy at 3 units a day) The next step was to move it out of the laundry and into the kitchen so that the plumbers could get on with their job of installing the new shower. The problem was that while it was easy to move the thing on the tiled floor of the laundry, I just could not get it over the threshold of the kitchen door.
The kitchen and dining room have lno floor and it was proving to be an impermeable force and an immovable object. I figured that I would tidy up the corner where the fridge had been which was full of dust. So I gave it a good wipe and scrub. The plan was to try again the next day to get the fridge into the kitchen but if that failed then I would simply move it back to its nice new clean little corner and then move it again before the plumbers turned up. But there was a slight problem. The juke box fridge took up the whole doorway which meant that the laundry was blocked off from the rest of the house. That would not be such a big deal if the loo was not there too. So basically, as long as the doorway was out of action, I had to leave the house by the Library sliding door and come in through the laundry and then do the whole thing in reverse every time I needed to pee. Pretty annoying especially at 3 in the morning. So that was definitely an incentive to fix the problem sooner rather than later.
So last night, with a glass or 2 of red under my belt, I once again attempted to get the 1950s fridge into the kitchen.
Nothing like a bit of Dutch courage. I did get it done but managed to rip a big chunk of the lino in the process.
It was such an achievement because I had been procrastinating for ages. But I filled out my To Do list for the week and Thursday was move the fridge so that is what I did.
I intend to sell it because I cannot justify letting it sit taking up precious space in the kitchen and it turns out that such critters have become a lot more desirable than when I paid $150 for it shortly after moving into my first flat back in 1994.
I have considered pottering around some hipster cafes with some pretty pics of the Juke Box beastie in the hope of selling it to them as a feature piece before resorting to looking for some private buyer. It would be nice to for it to be sort of in the public domain because it really is a work of art in its own right.
But now it is out of the way, I no longer need to rush.
Next project is to get on with sorting out the squillions of books all over the lair. I need 9 life times to read them all. So many books, so little time and so few book shelves.
PS I hate the new look Dreamwidth posting rules. It had been so long since I have posted that I don't even know when these changes were brought in.
I thought I was being clever by going straight to Rich Text to solve the horrid spacing problem only to discover that it is much more difficult to do the cut text thing and that once you go over to RT you cannot go back to whatever it used to be for the same post.
It took ages to even find the icon for cutting/ hiding text and then I found out the hard way that you have to put it in some special box and if it is shaded then you know that it will be hidden when posted.
This ancient serpent is not in the mood for learning so many new tricks so I guess I will stick to making short posts in future to avoid having to fart around with all this complicat4ed editing.
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Date: 2021-08-13 02:35 pm (UTC)Ohhh, the word Primolut brings back some nasty memories... I was so lucky to escape the bloody beast on my own, without any advanced warfare. I hope it will work out for you...
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Date: 2021-08-14 12:39 pm (UTC)I would then post and it would look exactly like it had been written. That is still the case for comments but no longer for proper posts.
I first noticed it when text that looked properly spaced as written turned into some gross amorphous blob. My eyes would glaze over just looking at it. I then found that going to Rich Text and spacing there would have the effect of preserving the changes which was not the case the first time it happened and I kept fixing the spacing only to find it turn back into a blob every time.
So Primolut is a dirty word in your books. This serpent is ever so curious. Some sort of HRT that you were on or some other female relative?
There is a list of side effects as long as your arm but I think they do that on all medications these days from an abundance of caution. It would be a disaster to be a hypochondriac and to pay attention to all those sorts of details.
I do know that when I went to one local pharmacist with the prescription, she looked at me as if I was asking for Fentanyl or Oxycodin.
I will have to go back to the Doc this week to get a new prescription because for some strange reason they only give one repeat at a time. With a bit of luck, I won't be needing any more prescriptions for it after that. Not that it seems to be working at the moment anyway.
I have not heard any more from the hospital but I'm putting bets on Tuesday 31st August for the op unless we get the Delta Blues over here in the wild west and then the rule book just goes out the window.
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Date: 2021-08-16 11:45 am (UTC)Sure, pretty much any medication has all kinds of side effects listed, I think the main reason is that otherwise the customers would've been suing right and left. Unfortunately, most of the diseases can't be healed by positive thinking and prayers...
*paws crossed for you* Hopefully they'll consider your case to be serious enough to not cancel the surgery even if Delta sneaks in.
Re: spacing, I suppose you can try to insert some HTML tags manually into the post in the HTML mode. Like, <dt> for line breaks, or surround the paragraphs with <p> </p>.
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Date: 2021-08-16 01:54 pm (UTC)You'd also think that men would show a bit of appreciation for all that work of carrying alien spawn around for 9 months, giving birth, letting the little beasts bite our nipples off and literally risk life and limb to get them out. But no. They just dismiss us as dirty disgusting subhuman creatures and then go plaster their names all over the kids when their contribution to their production was maybe 5 minutes at the most.
Of course maintenance of the little monsters requires a rather greater commitment, assuming that fathers are decent creatures which looking at the Taliban and friends over the last few days, is a most unreasonable expectation indeed.
You were lucky that you escaped the knife and your problems went away of their own accord.
I got a surprise phone call from the surgeon today. She just wanted to check if I had any questions. She said if the tumours were left to their own devices, they would go feral within 6 months to a year but of course they have no intention of playing Russian Roulette by making me wait that long.
I still don't have a date but I am putting my money on Tuesday 31st since the recent letter did say within 30 days and it was dated 4th August.
With the DW posting, I assumed there was some third mode - the one that automatically appears but once you leave, you cannot get back to it. It turns out that was HTML after all. I only noticed today because a different screen appeared and the handy 'insert image' option was absent.
So now what I do is stay in that mode if I want to insert images or cut text and I only go over to Rich Text when I have finished farting around with all that stuff and then I go putting in the spaces.