Here… take this mild anti-psychotic.

Ding!

Words Borys never thought she’d have directed at her! 

OMG.  I’ve know I’ve been rather vacant lately… forgetful, quiet, moody and very irritable.  And this is mostly (but not entirely) due to the side effects of some of the pain/sedative medications they’ve been giving me.  Ever looking for the silver lining – I’ve been very amused to read my own LJ as I can’t hardly remember half of what I’ve been dribbling on about.  Downside though… very drowsy in the mornings, rarely making sense until well in to the afternoon and I’ve been seeing movie, watching shows, talking to people, doing things and the completely forgetting all about it within a day or so!  :S  not good.  Anyway, the powers that be (read random quack number 36) sent to see another specialist to address the veritable plethora of medication I am on with a view to seeing if we could pare down some of the drugs.  The recommendation was to dump two of the pills I’ve been taking, but to take this other stuff instead…. and he actually said to me:

“Here, take this mild anti-psychotic medication – it’s usually prescribed for schizophrenia patients, but in your case we’ll just start you off on a small dose and see if it has any benefits in altering your perception of pain.”

Blink!  Blink!  Hmmm…. jury is definitely still out on this one.
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I was hoping for Number 6 ;)

As per usual, I’m fashionably late to the party.  I know it’s been around for a while, but I’ve only just been working my way through the last three seasons of Battlestar Gallactica – reason?  Well because I normally hate science fiction shows and stuff set in space tends to have lots of… well lots of frackin’ aliens and concepts I find it hard to buy into.   I have no idea why some sci-fi stuff appeals and other stuff doesn’t but I loved Firefly and am really enjoying BSG atm.

I will have to learn to take Sir_Phil’s advice when he tells me which sci-fi shows to watch… .he seems to have my tastes down pat 🙂

Katee-Sackhoff-as-Kara-Thrace

You scored as Lt. Kara Thrace (Starbuck)You are the best damn Viper pilot in the fleet, so everyone else can just frack off. They need you, not the other way around. Maybe if you keep pushing people away they won’t get close, because that is scary and it hurts. Oh yes, and anyone who has a problem with you being a woman needs to just get over it.

Lt. Kara Thrace (Starbuck)
94%
Dr Gaius Baltar
81%
CPO Galen Tyrol
75%
Col. Saul Tigh
75%
President Laura Roslin
69%
Number 6
56%
Tom Zarek
50%
Capt. Lee Adama (Apollo)
44%
Commander William Adama
31%
Lt. Sharon Valerii (Boomer)
13%

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

Every now and then I get mistaken for being English.  Happens occasionally, usually when I’ve just met new people or what not.  I’m not sure why.  I guess it is probably something to do with not having a typical Aussie accent and being in possession of a passable vocabulary.  For the record that ‘typical Aussie’ accent is something that makes me absolutely cringe.  I can’t stand that ‘Kath and Kim / Croc Dundee / Steve Irwin’ stereotypical ocker accent that pervades the various media of our popular culture. The only thing worse than Australians over doing it in movies and in various TV shows is hearing it totally murdered altogether by a foreigner  – think Meryl Streep in Evil Angels delivering that ‘Oh my gawd… a deingo tuk moiy baybe!’ … must have been the worst Australian accent I’d ever heard – total disaster.

I don’t know anyone of my acquaintance who actually speaks like that at all – perhaps with the notable exception of some of my country cousins whom I rarely see and have nothing in common with.  When I travel through Europe (even in the UK!) I get taken for English all the time… quickly followed by various speculation as to the possibility of my being either German, Swedish or Norweigan and once even Danish (it’s the blonde hair, blue eyes thing I’m sure).  Anyway the most recent occasion where I was asked if I was English was on the Pain Management Course a little while back.  One of the instructors asked where in England I was from and I had the pleasure of telling him that I was born in Toowoomba and grew up about 30mins drive away.  When he suggested that I sounded like I spoke with an accent, I responded with a cheeky smile that – "No I am not English, I just have a decent vocabulary, an above average grasp of the English vernacular and choose to speak all proper like!"   😉


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Oh ferfucksake… leave me alone!

I had an appointment with the Pain Management Clinic today to see how I was progressing with the program they set out for me and (predictably) I didn’t want to go.   Not because I was avoiding the Pain Management people in fact I was looking forward to getting some feedback but rather because i didn’t want to drive across to Auchenflower for a 10am appointment.  So I conned Yale into taking me.

We went to town without incident and the drive was fine, I had purposefully grabbed my mail on the way out the door so I would have something to read and maybe keep my mind off the traffic etc.  The appointment went well, Mel (the Physio) was pretty pleased with that my flexibilty and strength program was working quite well at keeping me mobile and limber but the ‘crunching’ in my neck was still an issue.  We spoke about the recumbent exercise bike I was considering purchasing if I could squeeze it ino my budget  (Workcover are unlikely to assist with that cost I think) and she felt that it might be a lower impact way to get the aerobically beneficial exercise I needed without exacerbating the ‘crunching’ thing.   So it was ok.

However on the way home around lunch time (which is normally a pretty quite time of day to be getting on the Riverside Expressway) we were entering the flow of traffic and a little stupid kid in a Pizza Hut delivery car came across two lanes of traffic and pulled in front of us really fast.  If Yale hadn’t braked exactly when he did – the dickhead would have slammed right into the passenger side of our car… right where I was sitting.  I mean we managed to avoid the accident by about 2 feet, and only because Yale was fast on the reflexes.  And it started up all over again, I was scared shitless.  I couldn’t breathe.  I started to cry and cover my face and mouth.  It was just a split second that I panicked and thought he was going to hit us and I just lost the plot.  I was crying uncontrollably (in an unhappily animated and vociferous fashion) and muttering about how I felt like someone, someone was trying to kill me in an MVA, how I was so sick of this shit happening and why does it seem to happen all the fucking time.  Just felt so immediatly anxious and scared… urgh… awful, awful feeling that makes me sick to my stomach.

We followed the little moron (at a safe distance) for a while as we headed for home and as both his vehicle and ours took the Stanley Road exit we ended up stopped side by side at the set of lights at the Gabba.  I was staring daggers at the kid driving the car and I said I felt like screaming at the stupid kid.  Yale said ‘Go on then… it might make you feel better.’  So I wound down the window and gave the kid both barrels.

I was still visibly crying and spoke in a barely controlled and obviously angry tone as I asked him if he even noticed what he’d done back when we merged onto the expressway.  The kid was oblivious and was saying ‘What? What are you on about?’  He never even saw us.  I told him that he was completely incompetent on the road, abused him for not indicating, for crossing two lanes of traffic without giving way to oncoming traffic and for obviously not shoulder checking as he merged.  I told him that he’d nearly run us off the road and that if my driver hadn’t taken effective evasive action he’d be explaining to his employer right now about how he’d written off their work vehicle with his gross negligence.  The more I said, the less tearful and more indignant I became and I was pointing at him telling told him that if he wasn’t going to obey the rules laid out for the safety of all road users then he ought not have a license at all and had no right operating a motorvehicle and I suggested he go back to square one and learn how to drive properly. 

Eventually got home in one piece and once I calmed down I wondered for a while if the absolute tongue lashing lecture I doled out to the pimply faced kid was disproportionate to the offense but honestly… he scared the living shit out of me and I felt even worse when I realised he hadn’t seen us at all !!!  That makes me feel positively nauseated… he didn’t look and he didn’t see us and we could have gotten all smooshed cos he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing.   🙁

Yale was right about one thing… I felt a little better after venting at the stupid idiot.
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