Moaning thread

Ann, it was the last straw for me too! I don't mind flippant

When in Rome, I don't need to tell any of the waiters in our favourite restaurant our order.
They plonk a bottle of chilled vino toscano bianco on the table, as soon as they see us coming! .
Oh and two glasses of Prosecco on a silver tray to welcome us.
This is indeed the straw that has broken this poor camel's back.

At a wedding last week, the groom's mother had kindly organised a bottle of non-alcoholic Prosecco (sacrilege) for me.
I wonder if they sell it in Rome.

Oh Marydoll how I feel for you.
It seems everything that could happen, has.
I so hope you can manage your holiday and that things turn a corner for you.
No more wine would be the end for me but that is being flippant.
I wish you all the luck in the world.

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I need to have a really good moan. Sorry this is going to be a very long post, (practically a novel) but I need to vent! . Please don't feel obliged to read my rant. .

For the first time in ages I had a free afternoon. (No childminding, nursery pick ups, doctor's, hospitals, daughter visiting to raid the fridge etc. etc.) I was so looking forward to it.

I went into the garage for something, (Bear in mind, I have RA, osteporosis, heart problems and I'm only 5ft tall!) when the door fell off. ? I was screaming for help, trying to hold it up, just like Atlas holding up the earth!
Yes, I really look like that!

No-one came. I screamed and screamed and screamed.
I eventually heard an exasperated voice calling from the house, asking what was wrong. Still DH didn't come. I screamed even louder, with a few expletives thrown in.
His first words: What did you do to it? ?

My neighbour came rushing across to help. Outcome, the door was knackered and I had to arrange the repair, as DH was flapping. [ Visualise frustrated emoj, I can't find one]

I have been having problems with painful teeth, very sore mouth, full of mouth ulcers, over the last few days. I know this can be a side effect of my RA medication, so while waiting for the garage man, I decided to phone my GP for advice, as I couldn't get a hold of my consultant.
This anxiety was caused by the fact that I spent some time in Coronary Care in April, after the last drug allergy episode and was warned to phone as soon as anything untoward happened. (Well I got a BIG row the last time for being stoic and not seeking help sooner. )

Triage GP phoned back and all hell let loose, after I explained my symptoms!
Get to your dentist immediately, we are afraid you have jaw necrosis caused by your osteoporosis infusion , then phone the hospital again.
Dentist was closed due to Bank holiday. Phoned consultant's secretary, she went looking for a doctor, any doctor, but they were all in clinics.

Phoned back GP, she asked me to come down immediately. DH couldn't drive me, as he was waiting for garage door man. ( In fact, he was guarding his recent delivery of beer, bought at a bargain price, I can confirm)

I braved the Friday rush hour traffic and then nearly got killed on a Zebra crossing, by someone who didn't see me in the middle of the crossing. I know I'm small, but not that small. . Could this be another example of ageism,? I am in fact invisible, just haven't realised it.

GP decided I have sinusitis into the bargain, as my temp is up, so precribed an antibiotic. I didn't even know I was unwell!
This will affect my newly, reinstated travel ins again!
GP also said I have not to wait until Tuesday for my regular bloods, they need to be done on Monday first thing. (That's Monday gone!)

Off I toddled and my phone rang as I struggled to get into my car. It was my every cheery, eccentric (think Catweazle) RA consultant. He was not prepared to stop the medication, as he thinks it's my heart pills to blame for the ulcers, bruising and unhealed cuts.

He also wanted bloods done ASAP to check my thyroid function into the bargain. (Travel ins implications again). Said a cheery goodbye and wished me a good weekend. Then added , I think you should wear gloves whenever you go out. This will protect your hands, as the slightest knock is bursting your skin. I'm (hopefully) going to Rome in ten days, the temp will be 38 degrees. I will look so chic and elegant, NOT!

Phoned GP surgery from my car, as I couldn't face the trek back to the surgery.
Twenty minutes later, I was still trying to explain to Mrs Jobsworth that my consultant had just phoned and has asked me to pass a message onto my GP about a change in the management of my RA medication.
The conversation went something like this:
No, I don't have a letter, it was a phone call. No, I don't have a letter, it was a phone call. No, I don't have a letter, it was a phone call .........

I arrived home, my DH excitedly told me he had a surprise for me. This would cheer me up. The new, sunset yellow kettle, (to ENHANCE my new kitchen,) which he purchased from a famous online retailer, (think of a very long river) had arrived. It had only taken four weeks to be delivered.

It had a Chinese power cable!!! ?

Now normally, I would have a glass of wine to relax, no more alcohol ever for me. My other addiction, Pepsi Max is also banned.

I now think I may have burned the dinner, writing this novelette! Burnt cheese souffle, anyone?

Enjoy your weekend, everyone.

Hoping 2 more new sofas don't turn up!
Every time I hear anything bigger than a bike outside I convince myself it's a lorry, one that contains them. Scared!

OK thanks Namsnanny for explanation

Dannirae....Sorry I got too carried away and just referred back to my other post without explanation!!!! He is He Who Must Be Obeyed - my ever loving husband.

Oh that's an awful part about hacking coughs, when you have to worry about the other end, too!

You've been poorly for a while haven't you, Marydoll?

In the third week of a horrendous hacking cough, pelvic floor has given up fighting it, looking forward to an interesting walk into town. I got as far as our local pub yesterday before doubling up in a paroxysm of coughing. The young couple over the road were obviously debating whether to run over and put me in the recovery position.

Just had a leaflet through the door.

At church hall - be slim for life with Slimming World

I am 5’7”, size 8. Long to be size 10.

More paper recycling

Well all respect to you, that is a good thing you are doing.

annodomini My Mum used to say, "Eee, you're as thrawn as Throp's wife."
No idea who she was though.

Two quiet, uneventful days. Still hobbling.

annsixty I wouldn't mind if they sold it.
I'm actually giving away a whole load of goods in much better condition which would bring in $$$ if I chose to sell them. But I'm a lucky person and there are families out there who don't have my good fortune.

Namsnanny - I feel a little confused by your story. Who is 'he'? At first I thought he was your little grandson but then 'he' had a beard! So big grandson/husband? Please let us know.
Bradfordlass - I am sorry but I am going to tick you off for moving that table on your own! Yes you managed it but the story could have been very different. You could have really injured yourself. What was the hurry? You were only putting it out on the street. Please think before you take on another task like this. It's really not worth it and proves what? Ticking off over!! Take care because we need you to come on here and amuse us with your (safe) stories. I thought your muddy story was hilarious

Oh I was putting my stiff aching back on the moan thread instead of the weather one. I can at least it moves a bit more now.

Who mentioned eBay????
Still in sofa saga sadness as they are still holding on to my money! Grrrr!!
How about you MissAdventure...sofa/settee/couch problems on going?

Barmeyoldbat....scissor situation has taken a new turn. As he has ruined any sharp ones I had, I’ve turned a ‘blind eye’ his growing flowing locks (as I usually notice when he needs a hair cut and do it myself as he hates hairdressers! Yet another story for another time!).

To the extent that he is looking like a cross between a yeti and a orangutan - yes he’s ginger-ish! ( I’ll tell you about our escapades in hot countries another time if you have the patience: heat rashes sunstroke etc)

So him not being daft (or so he said) let his beard grow to take attention away from his hair getting more and more rumplestilskin like.
‘Don’t want people mistaking me for Nicole Kidman do I?’ In what universe thought I, but Heyho

So we have now reached HairGate.
A stand off....he darn’t mention hair Cut without expecting a well deserved mouthful on chickens coming home to roost, actions having consequences etc., but I have to put up with this lumberjack, mountain man frightening everyone when we’re out shopping.

It’s reaching a tipping point, one of us has to give, and he’s just upped his game by putting on a check shirt.....with a ripped pocket!!!

I’m holding firm..for now.

I have just given away loads of stuff on Freecycle . My son said something similar annsixty .

I don’t really care if they sell it all on eBay to be honest, good for them I say .

You are what we Scots would call 'thrawn'. It's what we have in common with Yorkshire folk. Stubbornness - at all costs

Nearly choked on me crumpet. I'd stay in bed if I were you----just to have one accident-free day.

You will scream and shout very loudly indeed when you see it for sale on e-bay for the Australian equivalent of £50?

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Bradfordlass72, oh my, you have been in the wars lately, what with Monday's mud bath, and Wednesday's bloodbath.
What are you doing on Friday?

Bradfordlass what a wonderful story to start the day. So sorry for your toes though.

Ooops forgot - this is the style of table but it's very small and looks flimsy by comparison to my great hulking thing.

Today's disaster - well, not really but it bled a lot. I put this gory bit first in case you don't want to read any further.

I wanted to move a very heavy, 6ft long refectory table from my deck.
It was made 25 years ago by a lovely friend who specialised in mediaeval style furniture of extremely solid construction with no nails, just pegs to keep it all together.

It was originally placed there by two strong men, solid as oxen; I am just one fat old woman. But very stubborn.

Had I known at the time my weight-lifting son was visiting tomorrow, I might have left it so we could lift it together but I didn't. On the other hand, when I get a bee in my bonnet about something and I'm trying to prove to myself that I'm not old....

So, puffing and panting (the first half minute did that), I first upended the thing (I should really enter for the next Iron Woman competition) with the idea of 'walking' it, corner by corner across the deck, into my house, across the living room and out of the front door, down the drive and to the adjacent public walkway. (I'll explain why in a moment, don't stop me when I'm on a roll).

To get the table from the deck, I had to negotiate the channel my ranch-slider windows slide along.
And that was my undoing.

The table was balanced not as is its natural habit horizontally, but vertically on one of its (rotting) legs
I lost concentration for a moment, the table slipped and crashed onto my arthritic toes.

You have my word I did NOT swear, scream or shout. I could barely breathe let alone curse. There was a LOT of blood.

But I'm not a Yorkshire Lass for nowt, so bleeding freely from the little piggy that went to market and the one who had roast beef (rare by the looks of it), I upended the dratted thing once more and 'walked' it outside.

I turned it back onto its legs and dragged it a few inches at a time and it made the weirdest sound, like a bronchial brontosaurus breathing. Huuuuuuh, huuuuuh, huuuuh.

My neighbour came out, slightly disconcerted that the breathing was mine and asked if I needed help, bless his heart but I was almost at the fence.

Besides, he usually keeps me supplied with greens from his garden and I'm not sure how easy it is to bend if you rupture yourself.

Having got the table to the walkway, I hammered a piece of paper into the table (it was very windy and raining by this time) and wrote: "Free for Firewood".

It was gone in 10 minutes.

I can't actually see my toes but I dripped a bit of Tea Tree oil onto them and I'm hoping my next post here won't be about necropathy.

I do like the idea of a moaning thread. I need to get up early as lying in bed gets me really painful by 6am.
My joints are knackered.
It eases up. I hope.

BradfordLass72 ha ha ha ha! I have laughed so much at your muddy story, I’ve forgotten what I have come in here to moan about.