Whenever I’m having a down in the dumps day I find it hard to write anything for my blog, so I’m letting you know that I’m down in the dumps today and don’t feel like writing anything – much.
As we usually do, we went for a walk yesterday with JJ and Monty dog. This was after I put a new tube in the pram and went to the service station to pump it up. I successfully pumped up the new tyre, then thought I’d do the other two to make them even but couldn’t even get the little caps off. I even got a strapping young man who was waiting to pump up his car tyres to help me and he couldn’t budge them. I gave up and realised I’d lifted some skin of my delicate office worker finger. So not only do I have uneven tyres, I have a sore finger.
But the pram was still usable so off to the oval we went. It’s a few minutes walk from my place and what makes it great for me is that I can let JJ out of the pram to go on the play equipment, and let Monty off the lead, and they can both have a run around.
As usual JJ started off on the slippery dip while Monty had a good sniff around and did lots of wees. While she was off doing her business JJ moved off the little slippery dip onto the big one not far away. Meanwhile Monty came back and frantically ran around the little slipper dip looking for her brother, JJ. I yelled out to JJ to call Monty so she would know where he was and that he was safe. Monty eventually cottoned on that JJ was ok and that he wasn’t far away. I was so proud of Monty and really stoked that she obviously cares for her brother. I’ve always thought that Monty thought JJ was a hindrance to her being taken out for walks and that she resented him being around but obviously she considers him part of the family and someone else to protect.
I stressed myself so much after yesterday, maybe needlessly as I tend to dwell on things when I should just move on and get over it but all I could think about was JJ trying to choke one of his friends and what awful consequences that could have had.
Last night I spoke to JJ about the ‘incident’ and he finally conceded that he hit his friend on the neck quite hard. I explained to him that she was really upset and that it really hurt her. I think I know who it was that he ‘hit’ but I’m hesitant to approach her mother (we are friends) just in case it’s not her. Who knows if he understood that he hurt his friend. What I am doing now is taking a harder line on the respect for me and for others so if he lashes out at anyone there will be immediate consequences, rather than me just say, ‘don’t do that’.
So after all of this I sat down after I’d put him to bed and just started feeling really sorry for myself. What I really would have liked is for someone to talk over it with right there and then, ideally his other parent. But that is not to be, so even a boyfriend – but I’m lacking one of those too. I also really wanted reassurance that I’m doing ok as a parent and I really wanted a massage to release the tension build up in my neck and shoulders. So I sat down and watched the rest of School of Rock and luckily that ends on a feel good note so that just had to do for me.
I was listening to myself speak, or more to the point, pronounce a word – issues – the other day. Ever since the lovely Kath and Kim have graced our screens with their unique way of talking I have been pronouncing ‘issues’ without a ‘sh’ sound. So instead of saying ‘ishues’, I say ‘issues’ without the ‘sh’ sound and an elongated ‘yoos’ sound.
This got me thinking the other night about the English language and about the time that I went to the USA. It was my first overseas trip and I was going to be travelling by myself. Ah the brashness and courage of a 25 year old youth ey? I think I would be more hesitant about doing that sort of thing now. For some reason I’d always wanted to visit the States and I thought it would be a relatively easy country to travel in for my first port of call and to make it that bit easier they speak English and so do I.
Of course, as I know now, there are many different variants of English which I found out when I tried to go somewhere on a bus one day. I was in Las Vegas and wanted to go from the Strip to Downtown – near The Dunes hotel in fact. I got on the bus and said to the bus driver, ‘I’d like to go to the Dyoons Hotel (Dunes Hotel) please,’ as that’s the way we say dunes here in Australia. The bus driver gave me a questioning look and asked me to repeat it. I said a few times that I’d like to go to the Dyoons Hotel downtown please. He still didn’t get it. It then occurred to me that I needed to say it the way the locals say it and that is ‘Doones Hotel’ without the ‘y’ sound. He got it then and I was on my way. Just as well I’m fairly observant and knew how to say it so it made sense to him otherwise I’d still be there.
An Australian friend who lived in the US for a few years told me a similar story about her attempt to buy a word processor – a bit before the advent of the personal computer. We generally say ‘word’ (without the rolling r sound) and ‘prohcessor’. She ended up having to pronounce it ‘worrd prucessor’ before they understood what she was trying to say.
So we obviously get so caught up in the way we speak that when someone throws something different at us our mind doesn’t compute the real meaning. I wouldn’t have thought Dyoons and Doons is that much different but to this bus driver it was.
This happened to me to a certain extent when I was on a train from Prague to Budapest about a year later. I’d been surrounded by Czeck speakers all morning and when I heard two men speaking English it took a while for me to work out that they were saying someone was sitting in their seat. That someone was me and I’d been sitting in a reserved seat the whole way from Prague and nobody had been able to communicate that to me. One of the men was lovely and I spent the next few days with them but that’s a whole other story.
It’s a good friend’s 40th this weekend and on the invite she’s got ‘Fabulous and Funky 40th’. This friend always makes an effort to be fabulous and funky when she goes out to a do so I couldn’t wear just anything. The beautiful purple sparkly number I bought last year that I’ve worn three times just wouldn’t cut it this time so off to the op shop I went yesterday and found this, which had just come in that day.
Goodwill – Hindley Street, Adelaide
Unfortunately two buttons on this dress were broken so I commented on this when I took the dress to the counter and the woman behind the counter got out two big boxes of buttons that I rummaged through and found some more. It made my collection of buttons at home look quite paltry.
These are the old buttons. The picture isn’t very good as I’ve realised that my Kodak 7330 digital camera is pretty crap at taking quality pictures but two of the buttons are missing the green pearl bit.
To replace them I bought the boat buttons. They probably aren’t what I would have chosen but they are a bit different and there were six of them. And as it turned out they came with the dress so I didn’t even have to pay extra for them.
The dress also has pockets on either side, that are inside the dress. I’m sure there’s a proper dressmaking term for these type of pockets which I can’t think of, but the pockets are going. Pockets like these on an a-line type skirt just don’t sit very well and there’s enough room on the original seam to sew it up as if the pockets did not exist and simply cut the pockets off. I’ve already replaced the buttons and shall drag out the sewing machine tonight and get rid of the pockets.
Then I shall be ready to be fabulous and funky on Saturday night.
I got an email from a colleague today. Here’s a copy:
For those of you who haven’t come across the term ‘rootkit’ before you will want to read information at the following link. The free utility at the link provides a current attempt at identifying if a rootkit is installed on the the target Windows system. This powerful tool scans areas of Windows which are normally hidden from the Windows user (and Administrator) to detect these hidden processes. A valuable addition to your SysAdmin toolbox.
Comeon, who thinks up these names? Someone who’s not getting lucky or someone who is. Methinks perhaps it’s someone who’s not getting any and/or they want lots of hits to their rootkit website.
I hadn’t much planned for Good Friday apart from housework and gardening but we ended up being inviting to some friends place for dinner. Being a catholic the hostess went and bought some fish, then with salad and wine in hand we went to their place for a yummy fish feast.
I helped the female head of the household prepare some of the food and then we went and sat outside for a quiet drink and a little chat while the kids were inside. The male head of the household was in charge of giving them a pre-dinner snack to stop complaints of I’m hungry.
I didn’t think any more of this until JJ started rubbing his eyes and breaking out in a bit of a rash under his eyes. They’d just gone to pick some rosemary for the roast vegetables and I thought that might be affecting him. He started sneezing and obviously wasn’t well so we cuddled on the couch and he soon fell asleep. I just thought he was coming down with a cold and thought I’d eat and take him home.
I ate my dinner while he slept but then after dinner he woke up and was really itchy and had a full on rash all over his body. I was musing that it looked like an allergic reaction and they asked if he was allergic to anything. I told them he’s allergic to nuts and the male head of the household, said oh oh, I gave them a peanut butter sandwich earlier. Well it all clicked into place, he was having an allergic reaction.
Lesson learnt – tell all my friends and anyone around food and him that he cannot eat nuts and sesame seeds. I obviously hadn’t done it in this case. I need to tell people all the time, and keep on telling them.
I rang up the Women’s and Childrens Hospital emergency and they told me just to bring him in. Driving by myself to the hospital with JJ in the back looking very forlorn after his dose of Phenergen that I’ve been told to give him if something like this happens, I nearly lost the plot but then consoled myself by thinking that at least we were driving to the hospital and not being rushed there in an ambulance.
Paediatric emergency on Good Friday evening was very busy and I thought that we would be in for the long haul. It took a good 2-3 hours just to get his observations done and they said a doctor would see us soon. At 1am (we got there about 9pm) I asked when he would be seen and I was told that he was next.
JJ soon fell asleep on my lap and I gave them nearly an hour before I just plonked him fast asleep on a chair and went and asked what was going on. I told the same woman I’d asked an hour earlier that we’d been waiting for about five hours and that we hadn’t been seen by a doctor yet. I told her that I’d been told an hour ago that it was our turn next. She said I didn’t tell you that. I said yes you did, I remember it was you and you pointed to his folder over behind you. She then got his folder from the ‘they’ve left and gone home without waiting’ pile and showed me that we’d been called twice at 22.40pm and 22.45pm. I said we’ve been sitting down over there for five hours and heard NOBODY call us. She said I’ll get someone to see as soon as possible, which happened. I was furious and indignant that she’d lied to me.
The doctor couldn’t apologise enough. By this time I’d nearly lost it again and only just stopped myself from bursting into tears. As it turned out even if we had been seen earlier they like to keep allergic reaction cases under observation for 4-6 hours just to make sure nothing bad happens. Because we’d already been waiting for this amount of time once he was examined we were able to go.
I was so proud of JJ. Anyone with a young child knows that waiting with them anywhere can be an absolute nightmare. He was a gem. I was so proud of him for being really good when all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. He hadn’t had his dinner because he’d been asleep and I didn’t want to get up and get anything in case we missed his name being called out. As it was we missed it anyway so it didn’t matter. He’d finally fallen asleep on my lap at about 1am which is an extremely late night for him and when we finally saw the doctor I had to wake him up to walk to the examination cubicle. I put him on the examination bed and he immediately fell asleep again, so we had to roll him over to look at him while he kept on sleeping.
Once we finished I made him walk to the car as he weighs 21kg and there’s no way I can carry him. I reiterate, he did so well and I made sure I told him this the next day.
Thank goodness he’s ok after his accident, but I have to keep an eye out for it as these reactions can get worse.