ouch

So this is what a bruise from a paintball gun looks like after 6 days!!! Ambers brother had a birthday recently and he decided that for his special day he wanted to go and play paintball tag. This is all very well and good and being the fact that Amber and I are NOT girly girls we thought we would go along as it sounded like fun.... which it was, it was just very painful. We rocked on in to the establishment where the action was going to take place and noticed that a lot of the other people that were going to play with us were wearing camouflaged gear and they looked like they were wearing quite a few layers also. I got a little bit worried at this point but my wife reassured me that all would be fine.

It was NOT fine. The problem with playing with this game is that some people take it way too seriously... It would appear that the many layers of clothing help to lessen the pain from the impact of the pallets. It would also appear that unlike us they knew how much it hurt when you got shot with paintball pallets hence all the layers.

The following day we were both purple and never did I see such a pretty coloured bruise as the one pictured above (remember this photo was taken 6 days after the event). Since then we have both come to the conclusion that paintball tag will not be added on to our list of fun things that we want to do again someday.

UnBirthday

SO now i'm another year older and for the first time it actually feels like the years are catching up with me. We had a few birthday drinks, it was all pretty tame, I didn't even get that drunk. The house didn't get trashed we didn't have any complaints from noise control and i think i made it to bed before 3am. Why oh why then did i feel the next morning as if i had the seven dwarfs mining in my skull with a few of their buddies? As if this wasn't enough to already make me feel as if the times of drinking until dawn was over, sunday night confirmed the old fart i have become. I couldn't even stay awake until C.S.I. for you overseas people C.S.I. is on at 8:30pm. I actually went to bed before it even started as i was falling asleep on the couch. I can remember way back a long long time ago, partying all thursday through to sunday sometime and still only needing about 4 hours sleep before dragging myself off to school. Granted I wasn't Head Girl and I did do some sleeping in class, but my point is that i used to be able to handle the jandal and now i most definitely can not!!!!
Any way its time for me to go and get on with my knitting while I catch up on my Coronation Street.

NESTING

So me and the amber have been living alone for a whole 3 days now and i must tell you it is bliss. Gone are the yucky boy smells from the house, gone are the piles of dishes, I think that the most anoying thing about our previous living arrangements however was the not being able to flee to the bathroom in the middle of the night or first thing in the morning with out first having to put something on. So the wife and I are in our own little happy state doing what we like when we like and not having to worry about someone else. I must admit it was really nice being cooked for almost every night but I am sure that newly weds should not have to cope with shared living arrangements, I am sure that we should get some sort of special rights about this sort of thing. I am really looking forward to when the spare room is all aired out from bad boy smells and we can make it pretty. Also it will be much easier when our friends come and stay, they won't have to sleep on the couch.

The Russians Are Coming!!!

A reserve tickets are only $125.00 each and it is in Auckland. Anybody want to go? Anybody want to buy me a ticket??? (oh and Kitty will want one also)
They are doing Giselle (for the Whendon freaks it featured in an episode of Angel and had River from Fire Fly as the Prima Ballerina)

I hate dentishts!

sho, I've been walking aroung talking like thish a lot over the last couple of daysh and being compared to a chimpunk/squirrel, you know, the ones that store food in their cheeksh. . .Ok, so I haven't really been talking like that, but you get the drift. . .four wisdom teeth out in one surgery is not fun! Although, at least I got to keep them (my god, those things are HUGE!!!) and I'm ASSURED that the Tooth Fairy pays good for Wisdom Teeth :) Which is an upside to all of the pain and torment of the last couple of days. . .but, I'm finally starting to be able to see my jawline again and although I'm still finding it hard to chew and open my mouth wider, I'm no longer counting down the hours until I can have my next dose of painkillers. . .yay me :)
Well, needless to say (as there has been nothing in the news about an unidentified body being found) the boy didn't get hit on the back of the head and left in the middle of the desert road (either that or he just hasn't been found yet, mwahahaha). . .no seriously, the trip to Wellington was AWESOME, we spent far too much on books and music (but these ARE two things that neither of us can really live without, so in a way, it wasn't REALLY too much as there's no such thing as too much) and we went to the Zoo!!!! (picture me doing a little Dance of Joy at this point as I remember the joy of all of the animals. . .yay for animals) and we stood like a metre away from a HUGE Lioness as she was fed (and if I was less of a realist than what I am I'd be whimpering at what she was eating, but as I am a realist I look at it from the point of view that they wouldn't be anyone's pets and Rabbits ARE a pest in New Zealand) and, may I just say, I don't think that you can really appreciate just how MASSIVE a Lioness is until you are less than a metre away from one with just a pane of glass (admittedly, safety glass, but still. . .) between you and her. . .it's an amazing feeling and one that I would like to repeat but in the wild (and with obviously slightly more space and no glass between her and I). . .
Anyway, now that I've completely confused you all. . .I shall go. . . and if any bodies turn up anywhere, it wasn't us. . .LOL
(seriously though, he IS ok, he's behind me making dinner at the moment, I SWEAR that I didn't lose my temper at him!)

Blunt Force Trauma to the Back of the Skull....

So another weekend is over and it is back to work. We generally make all these plans for a weekend and then spend it on the couch watching movies. I think it is because when the weekend finally roles around we can't be bothered actually doing anything. This weekend at least shall be different because we are all taking a road trip. All of us. I think that it is possibly not such a great idea to take the boy with us but its too late now as we have been planning it for a couple of weeks however i think there is a very real possibility that the wife might have to bash him in the head with a blunt object and leave his ass somewhere along the desert road.... We have friends who assure us that it take ages for a body to be found around there.....

Innocent???

What I have problems understanding at this point is how the jury did not find Mr Rickards guilty. The whole trial was stacked in favour of the accused and by suppressing the fact that Shipton and Schollum were already convicted rapists meant that the jury never really understood what these men were capable of. Now as for the assistant police commissioner himself what kind of a man is remains friends with men who have been convicted for a crime when his career should be about upholding the law and generally being a good and decent citizen? My issue with this whole subject is that only a very tiny amount of reported rape cases make it to trial and the statistics show that this number is getting smaller every year. If the very people who are supposed to be the ones who protect you from crimes are in fact the one's who comment them (like these men) then, who are you supposed to turn to for help?

And now as if the reputation of the police had not already been blackened enough there is once again in the spotlight police having mass orgies and being filmed while doing so. The news states that Ms King wants a full explanation but in reality as long as we are content to find no fault with the police who seem to be untouchable why should things change?

Post Office

So now I know what Bukowski was blabbing about all those years ago (Rob if your still with us, yes I had to look up the spelling of Bukowski) I have a brand spanking new job. Goody. In case you are wondering what this has to do with a alcoholic author dear readers (if there really is anybody reading this), once upon a time Bukowski also worked at the post office. (my new job) I used to find Bukowsi's rants rather amusing and had many a chuckle about how he portrayed people who used to "annoy" him. Well having worked for NZ Post for exactly 8 days i can simpathise. I never realised before how people you never even met can annoy you but now having delt with their mistakes for a week and a bit i can totally understand why he wrote the things he did.

the cute bunch of fluff

Thankfully the wonderful lady at the Humane Alternative took her and put her in with a mumma cat and her kittens. It looks like she will be accepted into a new family, which is great. I'm all for adoption.

an early morning rant.....

so here i am sitting here guzzling my second cup of coffee of the morning all because of the early morning start. We found a kitten in our backyard last night. A tensy tiny kitten who is soooo cute and the way it was miowing we gathered that it had been a while since she had last been fed. So we have been feeding her. I don't mind feeding her but I am pissed about how we came to be looking after her. I asked my neighbours about her (their cat has just had a litter of kittens so originally we thought that the kitty we had found was from her litter) it turns out that the probable mother of this kitten is a stray that they feed sometimes. This is where the rant comes in: why can't people look after their animals? it isn't excatly rocket science. There are so many cats in this neighbourhood that the Wife thinks we should be re-named Kittywell or Catwell. I would love to do a door-to-door Jeohovah Witness type thing round here to tell people that they should get their animals de-sexed and not abandon them when they "don't feel" like looking after them anymore. Now i am going to spend sometime trying to find this kitten a home before the wife falls in love with her and starts giving me "that look". I feel really bad about it though because she keeps crying and since she has been fed i can only guess that its her mum that she wants and now that i am going to attempt to find a home for her, she won't get returned to her mum who seems to have abandoned her anyway. It seems like a really crappy start to the world for the little baby and if some wanking human had never abandoned the kittens mother then more than likely i would not be sitting here feeling like shit because i am listening to a kitten that will_not_stop_crying.
Rant over.

expectorating 2

And now we have the extremely SEXY stockings that they make you wear to stop you from get a blood clot as you lie in bed. . .bruises that were left on my arm from EV-AL people trying to get a line in. . .my scars a few days afterwards and just cause I can Our Babies, Albus (the little Bunbun) and Monkey (The Guinea Pig - my Little Man) sleeping on me just after we got Albus. . .Unfortunately I don't have any photos of my stomach all unblemished (not recent ones anyway) and no new ones of the scars now (although they do look HEAPS better now). . .
Simon is home for good now and I'm going to go now and let you all marvel at photos. . .ok, I just can't think of anything else to write now and S is watching a DVD that I want to watch too. . .
Go to Illinois and speak English!!!

Expectorating from a two storey building

Did you know that it's illegal to speak English in Illinois? Apparently you can only speak American there. . .
It's also illegal to expectorate (you are allowed to check in a dictionary to find out what that means - we did) from a two storey building. . .
Anyway, now that we've fully proven that I am REALLY useless at this whole Blogging thing. . .Here are all of the photos that I keep promising you all. . .I'm doing this over a couple of blogs b/c there's just too many of them for just on blog. . .I'm also trying to give them to you in chronologcal order
First up we have me before the surgery, I'm clutching my teddy bear cos I'm a TEENSY bit nervous, here is also me all doped up on Morphine. . .and my wounds as they looked just after surgery. . .I barely remember these last two photos being taken as I was doing my whole "too tired to remember to breathe" thing that day. . .

I suck at this. . .

Ok, so it's been a month since the surgery and in that time I have thought of about a million things that I would write on this blog (such as the fact that I can't spell morphine, which apparently only has one 'e' although the way through to actually telling what the "three easy steps" are towards losing your kidney) but have I yet managed to write even one blog? No. . .not since I told you all how the recovery was going. . .
So, I suck at this. . .actually setting the computer up and connecting to the net and typing just sounds like too much effort when you're lying on the couch reading a good book. . .
But now, here I am back at work and there is a computer sitting in front of me. . . so I just thought I'd let you all know that, yes, I suck at this, but I haven't forgotten that I promised photos! The camera has been up in Auckland with Si, but he brought it back with him on the weekend (he's doing so good he's gone from daily clinics to three a week clinics which means he can come home on the weekend) and we downloaded the photos to the laptop, so tonight (or maybe tomorrow night. . .hopefully sometime this week anyway, I wouldn't really hold your breath due to the fact that, as previously stated, I suck at this. . .) I plan on posting photos of my bruises and my wounds. . .and our new dwarf bunny who we got to be a friend for our guinea pig cause he was lonely. . .
Anyway, lunch is over so it's back to work I go!!

recovery

S thinks this post should be called "I want my money back" due to me the other day saying that i was going to go back and request a refund because of the state they left my arm in. We'll post photos later of the 'pretty' bruises on it that go half way up my wrist. Anyway, it's been just over a week and I'm doing good, still a little tender and I tire easy, but they say that's normal. There's been a little Vascular rejection on Si's end, but they caught it before it affected the kidney and they've got him on drugs to reverse and help stop it before it goes any further. They still say there is a 95% chance it will take
Apparently I'm VERY sensitive to Morpheine and they gave me a litte too much for me (for anyone else it probably would've been ok, but apparently not for me) and I decided to give everyone a little scare (my Dad reckons I was just trying to get attention cause Si was getting too much, lol) and stop breathing for a bit. . .but after a brief stint in ICU I was up and bouncing. . .well, ok, not quite, but I'm doing ok again. I don't think there's any chance of me ever becoming a Morpheine addict though. . .lol
Anyway, must dash, just about out of time on the net. . .will post photos of my war wounds when we get home. . .sigh, home. . .

IT'S ALL GOOD

This is the kidneys wife speaking:
Hi all a big thanks to all of those that have sent messages reguarding the opperation it was really great to know that everybody was thinking of us.
The opperation went really well and A is back in recovery as i write this. Si is in theatre at the moment so i will post an update later.
A is really sleepy and really cute, (at least i think so). She is currently sucking on ice cubes and making funny smacking noises with her mouth. I think she mentioned a horrible taste in her mouth that she is trying to get rid of. Anyway will go back up to her ward now and see how she is. I just came away for a few minutes so i could post this for all of those that were wondering how she is doing.
Hugs

Hunting the Haggis

Although many people believe that Haggis is actually a meal of meat and vegetable cooked in the stomach offal of a sheep. . .it's actually a wee furry little beastie, (For more information on this, please refer to "The Wee Free Men", "Hat Full of Sky" and "Wintersmith" by Terry Pratchett) and, my excuse for not having posted on here for a while is that I've been hunting the Haggis. . .
Ok, then, you caught me out, I haven't been hunting the Haggis. . .but isn't an interesting lie much more value for money? lol
Last week I was busy trying to recover from a sinus infection so that the surgery could actually happen! and before that I was too busy recovering from having finished my second job (which I really didn't want to leave!!). . .
But I'm back, I'm fighting fit. . .I'm having one day at work before 4 weeks off and, I'm starting to finally get some small butterflies in my tummy. . .not as much as Si and S though. . .I think the problem is is that I look at the short term view and the long term view, Si and S seem to look at the middle term. . .see, short term it's just, getting admitted into hospital and long term, it's an interesting scar to show off with an interesting (and, kinda heartwarming) story behind it. . .middle term, it's pain and boredom and probably a lot of frustration. . .so I don't think about the middle term. . .take it one step at a time and think of the overall good all of this will do. . .I'm giving one of my best friends (who, I must admit is sometimes more like an annoying brother), a second chance at life. A real life. Not the sort of half existence he's currently living. And yes, brothers are annoying, but you'd do anything for family. . .so, the middle term stuff, it just doesn't matter when the outcome is so. . .rewarding.
But yes, I am starting to get a wittle noivus. . .
Must dash, the Taxman doesn't pay me to post blogs and my break just finished :)

slack (but with a good excuse)

ok so i know that this blog was created by my wife (giggle) to keep our nearest and dearest up to date with the opperation and stuff but it just occured to me that to do that we might actually need to post on here once and a while and actually tell everybody what is happening!

At the moment the subject rolls around to auckland and the surgery every five seconds or so. Simon is offically packing himself and my beautiful wife acts as if she hasn't a care in the world. I know if it was me that was about to be sliced open i would be as nervous as hell but she seems perfectly fine. (not to confuse this with normal coz she never was)

I am going to start making lists soon of all the stuff we have to take with us to Auckland i am waiting for the sleepness nights to start at the moment the sleeping is not going so well but i think that it is mainly becuase we have been sick and its really hard to sleep when both of you are all blocked up and finding breathing a problem.

Anyway i will try to remember to post on here more often next week so everybody is reasured about the opperation. Love and hugs. S

Perspectives, money and dates

So, I've been thinking recently about different peoples perspectives on things. . .about how one person can bitch to their friends about something that someone/people have done to them and their friends would be all sympathetic and understanding and such but if they were the other people bitching to their friends and saying why they'd done said thing, their friends would still be understanding. . .why is it that people have to bitch about each other instead of just seeing things from the other person's perspective? But then, I guess if we could get people to do that then we would have world peace. . .And something tells me that George W. Bush will never be able to see things from Iraq's perspective. . .or from homosexual's perspective either. . .
And on the random thoughts section, why is it that Doctors and Dentists are so f@*#ing expensive? $50 usually just to have some person with a degree poke around in your mouth for 5seconds and tell you that you have to go see someone else who's going to cost you even more money. . .how is that fair? And isn't good health and teeth something that is a mark of a good society rather than a third world country, so therefore shouldn't Governments ensure that their citizens have help with going to see Dentists and doctors rather than spending 5million odd dollars on stupid rugby stadiums or yachts? (sorry, in case you can't tell, I'm having a slight bitch at the NZ Government's priorities). . .
ANYWAY. . .so The Date is approaching fast (2 weeks and 4 days to be exact) and Si is getting rather nervous. . .me on the other hand. . .not so much. . .see, I don't know; everyone keeps telling me about what a big deal this is and stuff, but I just don't see it as such. . .I'm helping a good friend live a better life and apart from that, I think I'm just thinking about it in terms of the little steps. . .you know, it's just a trip to the hospital for some tests and then it's just being admitted for a couple of days and then just a little surgery. . .not that big a deal. . .I mean, I know I'm losing a kidney and all, but a person can survive on one kidney without any hassles. . .I mean, some people are even born with only one kidney. So it just doesn't seem like that big a deal for me. . .is there something wrong with me? Should I be worried or more nervous than what I am? Or is it ok that I'm not? I mean, I have thought through the consequences and stuff. . .it's not like I'm just entering into this blind. . .I'm just not worried about it. . .strange. . .oh well, have to go get ready for my other job now. . .(which by the way, I only have 2 shifts left for, yay me!)

freakin out...

I am aware that this opperation is a good thing, but i have to admit i have my worries (as co-wife would say i was born to worry) but i think that i have everyright to have issues. I'm not that good with sick people... i can get pretty ratty actually but i'm going to have to deal with two sick people, both of which will be too sick for me to be allowed to inflict violence on! I think that i will ask both of there doctors for sedatives so i can just dope them up. It might be our only chance of survival.

more reasons why I don't understand Blogs. . .and another Kidney update

Hi all. . .I remembered another reason why I just don't get blogs. . .they are an ONLINE DIARY. . .surely those two things just don't go together? After all, Online implies public - Diary implies private. . .putting something private into a public setting just seems strange to me. . .I mean; it's either one or the other right?
And as for the kidney. . .waiting on result's of SR's echo to see if he's still healthy enough before confirming the date. .
Right; gotta get back to work. . .AAARGGGHHH; working for "The Man" is BORING!!