Monday, March 27, 2017

Our Two Days of Summer

While the Eastern States sweltered in above average temperatures, here I Perth we only had a couple of days of summer and already the leaves are turning, * 'the pre-session of the equinox has proceeded according to precedent' and the days are drawing in.  This afternoon I turned on the heating for the first time for ages.  Queensland is on cyclone watch for one of the worst cyclones on record, expected to cross the coast tonight and there have been floods Down South and Over East and several people have drowned in the flood waters.  All in all it has been a very funny summer.

The three weeks which I spent with my leg propped up prevented me from doing anything but reading, knitting and following  American politics and I admit that I have managed to develop an addiction to the goings-on in Washington and some of the very funny news and YouTube offerings which sadly seem to be  tailing off since the defeat of Trumpcare.

I am back to doing yoga and am extremely stiff as a result and yesterday I resumed spinning despite worsening arthritis in my thumbs.  I am knitting a second version of the 'Go With the Flow' jacket but have broken off to start knitting a few things for the homeless with the leftovers from various sweaters.  At the moment I am knitting a diagonal scarf with the remains of 'Chunderup' the sweater which featured large a few posts ago.  I have already knitted a beanie and will do a few more.  I think that it is going to be a cold winter so hopefully something warm and woolly will be of some help to those people sleeping rough.

I finally removed the last of the steristrips from my leg since they were grimly hanging on and the adhesive was getting sticky and I don't think that they would have fallen off by themselves.  The incision has healed well but there is a dent in my leg, where the SCC was, so quite a bit of tissue must have been removed.  I am glad that it is gone but think that I might be developing another one on my arm.  It is small and I am keeping an eye on it so hopefully it will not need such drastic excision.

Himself is away for a few weeks and I am back to battling with the COTA computers but thinking of resigning.  I am tired of trying to teach on computers which are never upgraded and do not do what I ask of them.

*I have been rereading my Terry Pratchett books with their extensive and nonsensical Discworld endnotes so have decided to acknowledge the above quote as an endnote.  It is from "The Elephant's Child or How the Elephant got its Trunk" by Rudyard Kipling.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

OMG, Custard?

I had an appointment to see an oral surgeon a couple of days ago because Oral Surgeon Mk.1 said that I had a 'nodule' in my mouth and that she was not qualified to remove it so she would refer me to Oral Surgeon Mk.2.  The poor man had to sit through me venting about perfectly healthy pieces being chopped out of me with no explanation, after which he carefully looked at the nodule and told me exactly why it needed to be identified  -  so I am to have a biopsy in about four weeks after which I have to eat custard and foods with similar texture for a couple of weeks.  I figure that avocados would qualify and maybe very finely blended soups because I don't think that I would survive on custard for even a couple of days ... I don't do sweet but there are some recipes on the net for savoury custard, a sort of quiche without the ham and onion.

My leg is healed but the steristrips are still in place so I have a few weeks breather before the next round of evisceration.  The problem I have now is that my enforced rest got me interested in what is going on politically in America and the first thing I look at in the morning when I turn on my computer is the news.  Our ABC has a category classified as "Trump's America"  -  and of course there is Facebook which is very Democratic unless I am looking in the wrong place.

Our politics is marginally better and therefore less interesting but we have just had a State Election and there has been a change of government which was expected  -  so no surprises there except for the huge swing to the other party.

I bought a 'going away/thank you/housewarming' present for D. the woman who cleans the common areas in both apartment blocks and we are all going to miss her.  She knows everyone, keeps an eye on the oldies and always has time for a chat and to let us know what is going on (or not) with Management.  I bought her something from DJs which has a warranty and any gift with a warranty, if you let it be known that it is a gift, gets a special 'gift' receipt which allows the warranty to be activated without the recipient knowing the price.  That is the best thing that I've come across in a while  -  its great! (sorry  -  couldn't resist).

However, I needed some new undies and DJs arranges things so that the pretty, expensive and tiny sizes are easily accessible but the common and garden knickers are right down near the floor so I spent some time on my hands and knees looking for my size which is in short supply and they are no longer available on-line.  The bras are now in EU sizing so I had to try on a heap before I found my new size which translates to my old size and my size, once again, was down near the floor.  It is a good thing I wasn't in a hurry because there is no-one to help so it means getting dressed each time one wants to experiment with a different size..  Grrrrr!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Champagne in the Shower

Today I visited the dermatologist, had my dressings changed  (I still have some steristrips to reinforce the scar) and was given the OK to have a shower as long as I pat the site dry rather than give my leg a hard rub.  I am not sure that I really want to drink champagne in the shower but I might do it just for the heck of it.

It has been an interesting three weeks of taking things easy and keeping my leg up as much as possible.  I have spent an inordinate amount of time on my computer, learnt a great deal about American politics, discovered Randy Rainbow and caught two Trojan Horses.  I collected both of them from looking at the sidebar of Facebook and each time my computer was locked and a voice from Hell told me that my computer would be locked by Microsoft until I phoned to find out how to unlock the computer and remove the spyware.

I am not sure if this is actually 'The Voice of Microsoft' or if someone is ransoming the computer but Windows Defender has sorted the problem for me after I turned the computer off at the switch to restart it and change my IP number.  I have also changed my password.  One problem with this is that my other computers want to know what was the last password which I used to open them so I have made a little list and hope that it works.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Still one of the Great Unwashed

After two weeks of not being able to have a shower I returned to the dermatologist today hopeful that I would be allowed to have a shower tonight  -  but alas ...  the dressing was changed and I am to see him again in a week's time and I still have to keep the dressing dry.

But the good news is that the whole of the Squamous Cell Carcinoma was excised and the suture line has healed up very well; I just have to treat it gently for a while longer.  At least things seem to be hotting up politically in America so that should keep me entertained for a bit longer while I am forced to rest and we have our own elections in a week or so.  The State Premier, who is my representative, seems to be so confident that I had to go online to even find out who else is standing for the seat.  It is going to be interesting because he is not generally liked and seems to have spent a lot of tax payers' money on non-essentials.  He should be working his butt off or he is going to lose his seat which has always been a blue ribbon seat for the Liberals.  So that should keep me entertained as well although I am back to turning off the TV whenever a politician appears on the screen.

Poppy managed to get herself locked out in the passage last night and was returned by Mrs 706.  I think that Poppy was hiding by her front door and I assumed that she had taken herself back into my apartment which is why I hadn't missed her.  I am aware that she would like to visit Mrs 706 and possibly move there to escape Parsifal's overenthusiasm and since, last night, Parsifal was very much in evidence I assumed that Poppy had put herself to bed.  I always count heads before I go to bed so I would have found her eventually but I am going to have to be more vigilant in the future and count heads directly after their run in the corridor.

D2 is back from her R & R in Bali and is looking and feeling much better.  She was there for three weeks of rest, massage oils, yoga and Ayurvedic diet and has a week before she has to go back to work.

And the manager of the Apartments has taken note of the non-functioning air conditioning and the water stain on the ceiling in the corridor.  He is trying to use the inordinate amount of rain which we had as an excuse for the leak but a well-built apartment block doesn't have leaks however much it rains  - or shouldn't.