Current Mood: Tired

I’m soo tired. You’re going to get sick of hearing that, aren’t you? If you’re not already, that is. Anyway, today I went to help at the Red Cross recruitment day and it was good… about 10 new potential volunteers shown up and our service manager was talking to them and a few other volunteers turned up also and we gave our opinion about the service, basically to encourage them to join. I met L today, have heard a lot about her in the past 2 years but it was good to finally put a face to the name.

There’s a weekend event coming up in December (hey, it’s not that far away), we’re covering the Wales Rally GB for a weekend and should be good. Having to be on site (in mid Wales) at 6am - not so good. *yawns at the thought*

Current Mood: Tired

I get exhausted so easily but at the same time I really am unfit. Today proved that when I felt like I was going to drop dead as I reached the top of a flight of stairs leading into the car park. I was so looking forward to reaching my car and having a hard earned rest when, guess what, I couldn’t find my car! Seriously, I couldn’t find it and ended up walking up and down all the levels of the multi-story carpark and ended up thinking perhaps it had been stolen. I was carrying an Argos catalogue and in the end it got so heavy I just put it on the floor and left it there - am sure someone else (near their car!) would find it useful. Anyway I ended up finding it, thank goodness. Phew!

Speaking of cars there was a nasty crash just around the corner from where I live. I just left for work yesterday and heard the crash and ended up driving in that direction. The people involved were ok other than shock, shame about the damage to the cars though. It was bound to happen. I was waiting for an accident to happen there, I just knew it was going to happen. It’s a crossroads and the paint on the road saying to ‘give way’ has been worn away and people just drive straight through and they don’t give way. In the past week I have had to brake sharpy, and at one time swerve, because vehicles just come out of nowhere. There was an accident waiting to happen and I’m going to get onto the council about it.

Current Mood: Loopy & Tired

Today we were meant to have a concert at work, an entertainer. The lounge filled up with over 50 people and we were all waiting for him to turn up, but he never. So the three of us staff got our thinking hats on and decided to put together a very quick quiz but I can’t think quickly when asked to fire off random questions so I was less than helpful with that, but afterwards we had a game of sharades and we basically made everyone laugh at our expense. We thought up some TV shows, films, musicals to act out and at one time two of us had to dance around the lounge like a pair of monkeys while the senior on duty pretended to swing from an imaginary tree - tarzan. Then we were acting out ‘Last man standing’, and I was the last man, who was standing, until I fell backwards into my colleagues arms, who dropped me. =/ Well, the audience found it hysterical. They had a good laugh, they paid for stand up comedy in the first place and they ended up getting it.

Current Mood: Mad

I am sick to death of the current state of our NHS. Since when did it become acceptable to let a person who may have cancer (who had it in the past) to wait a ridiculous amount of time to get an important scan done? Since when did it become acceptable for someone to be told to go to get their scan results on a certain date, turn up to be told the results aren’t in and to come back next week? Since when did it become acceptable to have to wait for another scan to find out what strain of cancer they have? Since when did it become acceptable for someone to wait so ridiculously long, I’m talking months now to find out what strain of cancer she has and she still hasn’t started the treatment?? In this time her cancer has spread to two other parts of her body and the waiting is bloody stupid and it makes me soooo angry. It really does. You know you have cancer but nothing is being done (other than being prescribed painkillers) and in the meantime your health is getting worse.

Then there’s this spreading of MRSA and C-difficile, what happened to being saved by the NHS? You should go into hospital to get better, it seems like more often than not you end up getting worse before getting better, sometimes, not even getting better!!

Then there’s the problem about the response time from ambulances to patients who call 999.  Maybe that’s because our trained paramedics are too busy wasting time having to sit with patients inside the A&E department until they are ‘passed on’ to hospital staff. So while a paramedic is standing next to a patient (who probably isn’t life threateningly ill and probably is one of the time wasters who call 999 basically wanting a bed for the night) someone, somewhere is having a heart attack, stroke or has difficulty breathing/stopped breathing and it means they need to wait longer than they need to for an ambulance. Thank goodness for the first responders, but it shouldn’t be this way.

Our NHS is so messed up, I think many people would rather sit and suffer at home rather than endure the treatment you get (or won’t get, as the case sometimes is). I understand they are stretched for staff, I understand no one is perfect etc but we rely on this service for our health, our money goes into this service and what’s to show for it?

It makes me sick.

I’ve had a chest cold and it sure is dragging, I’m still coughing, last night and this morning I have been sick with it, makes you feel bloody awful.

I had a one-to-one meeting with my boss towards the end of last week, a personal development plan, basically talking about how your year has been and plans for next year etc… it was like a school report but reading between the lines I got an A* and need to ask my dad for more pocket money. :-p

I say that, but last night I was called into the managers office and was asked to bring my P45 with me… I was up in the communal lounge looking through the photos from all the years and found some of my deputy sporting all sorts of different hairstyles and fashion, dare I say, disasters. :-p I sent the photos down the office and my colleague tells me I have been called into her office, so I go downstairs and ask her if she’d like my locker key as well and we all started laughing.

I almost did something awful last night, there’s one tenant who’s a double amputee - has no legs - I walk into her flat and she’s smoking. Sometimes when I see people smoking I make small comments and last night I was about to say to her, “you shouldn’t smoke, it’ll stump your growth” but thankfully I stopped myself, my brain got into gear just in time! Although, knowing that tenant, she’d have laughed at the comment, but still, how embarrassing would it have been if I said that? Would have wanted the ground to swallow me. v_v

Current Mood: Tired

Well this past weekend I have tried to sort the garden out, the weather was lovely so thought it was best to take advantage. Would love to get a dog but the garden is a big problem, just haven’t felt the motivation to sort it out since the last big storm we had and our fence was totally blown to pieces. Anyway I have cut half the grass (it’s a kinda big garden), pulled out weeds and put all the wood into one pile so it is looking better already, still a long way to go.

I’m a girl and I do have girlish tendancies, seeing me in my rags with a rake was quite something. It was hard work, really hard work! I get exhausted so easily nowadays. If the nieghbours didn’t think I was totally mad before they do now as I was talking to myself, more so to the plants, especially sayings like, “get out, you bastard” when trying to untangle the rosebushes from the weeds, or when the stingies got caught in my gardening gloves. Speaking of which - I have holes all over my hands, them gloves were good for protection against dirt but not for thorns!

I had to stop when I saw a spider on our compost bin, there was absolutely no way I was going near that bin when there was a spider hanging off it, so I had to call in my dad to help get rid of it.

Eww this, eww that, using a grabber to pick up the dirty plastic bags and rotten pieces of wood, to find a load of woodlous and worms underneath it. Ewwww.

When I was mowing the grass I didn’t mind slicing the insects to pieces but when I saw a little ladybird on part of the grass I was about to mow, I had to stop and pick it up and put it somewhere safe, cute little things.

I went to B&Q yesterday to get some gravel and OH MY!! I didn’t know it was so heavy… typical there was no one around and anyway, I was too shy to ask for help so I lifted it into the trolley and was even more difficult to get out of the trolley when I got to my car. Lifting it and throwing onto the car seat I went flying with it, my arms were all mucky from carrying it, good thing for carrying cleansing gel in my car!! I think I used half the bottle.

Anyway the garden is far from finished but I am pleased with my process. I will hopefully work on it a bit more towards the weekend.

Current Mood: Tired

Well, that ring I was talking about in the last post, we don’t need to worry about it anymore. Rachel and dad have broken up. Long story but basically a huge row errupted over something dad said he lied about, only for him to tell me later that it was the truth in the first place, and the only reason why he said he lied to Rachel is because of the backlash we would get from the nieghbours. It’s a long story… thought there may be a tiny chance of them getting back together if dad told her the truth but last night Rachel came by to claim back a photo (and give back the ring…) and yet another row errupted. If last nights actions are anything to go by the chances of them getting together is absolute zero. It’s funny how I found it hard to adjust to the relationship but now… I’d to anything for them to get back together. It’ll make my dad happy.

Anyway I am very tired today… been getting overtime at work which is great. Past few days I’ve been working morning shifts again and it was like a breath of fresh air. I much prefer the morning shifts to afternoons as there is more to do and more structure in the mornings. Afternoons basically consist of walking around the flats talking to tenants for about 3 hours, a small break then opening the bar for 3 hours. That’s unless anything else pops up like tenants ill etc, but that’s the general outline.

I’m on a Red Cross course tomorrow, to do with my emergency response and how to deal with major incidents. No chance to lay in this weekend.