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December 27, 2010 at 16:09 Enter your password to view comments.

Memories of Paris: Strikes!

OK, we never got to see any actual demonstrating, and were out of the country by the time the strikes escalated (thank you, God) but we were victims twice over nonetheless.

(In the interest of witness protection, all identifying data has been removed from the following pictures.) 

#1: when we wanted to climb the Notre Dame towers

 

#2: when we wanted to visit the Musee d’Orsay

 



We really, really, really need to go back there one day.

December 2, 2010 at 12:54 2 comments

Whine time (but it’s my blog and I’ll say what I like, so there, hmph)

At home alone with a bad cold (I’d smack the so-and-so who gave it to me, but it seems to be sniffly season and there are just too many suspects). Pill count over the past twelve hours: one Fedac, two Zyrtecs, three Piritons, four paracetamol. I swear, when Mucus Inc is bullish, it doesn’t matter how much medication you take; it’s not going to make you sleepy.

Thank goodness for hot toddies, which make you sweat out the fever and lubricate the throat. Crucial components comprise honey, hot water and a nice healthy shot of whisky. I don’t go much for strict measurements, but here’s what left of the 50ml Highland Park I opened to make said hot toddy (Photoshopped because I can never leave well enough alone):

Lemon and cloves optional.

October 23, 2010 at 13:33 Leave a comment

Never got much closer to reprieve

I always feel sorry for foreigners who land in my ward because they developed one problem or another while on holiday. Now I can almost say moi aussi (“almost” because my experience had nothing to do with being admitted). My big European holiday ended after just three days in Paris when, in the wee hours of the morning, Mr. Manx and I received an SMS from Wedoryn saying that my ninety-five-year-old grandmother had died in her sleep. I am aware that we took the Eurostar to England and met some dear friends in Cambridge while waiting for our rescheduled flight, but much of that time passed with me in a miserable, numbed haze.

By now, of course, the acute tragedy is over. We’ve made our way back to Singapore (in an airplane cabin full of squalling children – there really is no better description for them than ‘chain-reaction nuclear bombs’), attended the final day of the wake and the cremation, and have collected the ashes and carried them to their final resting place.

Having had a few days to keep busy and sleep on things, I think that, on the whole, I am happy (as far as the word can be used here) that my granny died this way. Over the past ten years, she had to be admitted to hospital for things like knee replacement surgery, a gastric ulcer and a gallbladder infection, and each time, she would have to dragged in kicking and screaming because she was convinced that she would end up dying in a strange place. Well, she made it to a remarkable age with all her faculties intact, and left the living in a way that I would choose for myself if I could.

October 22, 2010 at 19:30 Leave a comment

Mrs. Lee died yesterday

I never spent much time thinking about her, but she was important and beloved to those close to her. She was unusual for a woman of her time and I marvel that she found it in herself to choose to be known as the wife of the country’s first Prime Minister and the mother of the third, instead of as a brilliant lawyer in her own right. But more than that, I find myself wondering about how it feels to lose a life companion of over sixty years. I think that I would perhaps prefer never to know. 

October 3, 2010 at 23:58 Leave a comment

I think God will explain

I started getting sick last night with a runny nose that wouldn’t let up. Barely got any sleep, but got through fistfuls of tissue paper. So this morning, after covering Orange’s ward, I took sick leave, and that’s why I’m writing this at home now. Still getting through fistfuls of tissue, with eyes wide-open as saucers, despite two and a half Fedacs, five or six Piritons (lost count), one Zyrtec and two hot toddies with generous shots of Jameson Irish Whiskey, all consumed within the past nine hours.

‘Tis madness in the world too. One (if blatantly non-Caucasian) fears to travel to Melbourne now, lest one (regardless of official comments) gets torched. Or to Hongkong, where the term ‘acid rain’ has taken on new meaning. Or to Malaysia, where the communion wine is rapidly being replaced by Molotov cocktails.

I’ve come to think that, in the small scheme of things, this craziness can’t really be explained (for example, where I caught this buggery cold from). But, in the big scheme of things, there must be a pattern of some sort. It’s something like Ice Age 2 (which I admit to watching last night), where the ice cracks and thaws for reasons that the critters never get to comprehend. Unlike us, they didn’t have greenhouse emissions and fossil fuels to blame. Now, being a step (or several thousand) ahead of them, we could possibly say that the Ice Age ended so that we’d exist, and that would be a great reason. But why should the pattern end there? In the big scheme of things, there will probably be plenty more ends and starts that will happen, and only if we are there at the very finish, with one who will make it all clear, will we see that there was indeed a reason for everything.

In the small scheme of things, though, right here and right now, there’s nothing on my mind more than this sodding cold. Damn these bloody germs.

January 11, 2010 at 16:57 6 comments

Metal staples ain’t for eating, boys n’ girls

Now that I’m back to civilization, here’s a few pictures that I took while waiting for my op.
My room, with the magic touch-screen terminal. It lets you surf the Internet, watch TV, listen to the radio and talk to your nurse who’s five metres outside your door. The wonders of modern technology.
My first time in hospital PJs. You do not get to see my face because it looked terrible.
The robe I was gonna wear to go for the op. Yes, the kind that is open at the back. No, there are no pictures of me in it.
My very first intravenous plug. It is a TERRIBLE thing. The back of my left hand is still green.

And what was it that was causing all the hoo-ha? It was indeed a metal staple-like thing, black and two centimetres long. Observe:

My souvenir of the day. It makes a tinkly sound when you shake the bottle.

Evidently I need to chew my food better.

The process of getting the awful thing out remains a mystery to me, because I had to go under general anesthesia (i.e. sleep) to do a rigid scope to locate and remove it. I’d never been under GA before, but now I can tell you that it feels like this: one moment you’re blinking up at the OT lights; the next, instantaneous fast forward by some two hours.

And then I realized that while I was sans staple-like thing, I was also sans tip of right upper canine.

AIIIIEEEEEE!!!

So I spent most of Friday still hanging around the hospital, waiting to see the dentist. He filled in the chipped-off portion nicely, but told me that because the canine is a load-bearing tooth, and the filling was basically clinging to the tooth like the tip of an icicle, there was a good chance that it would fall off one day.

Big sigh. So much crap just because of one small staple-like thing.

In other news, Mr. Manx’s vehicle, in a remarkable display of empathic camaraderie, picked up a nail in its left front tire yesterday. It, too, required a procedure to extract the offending metal prong.

December 16, 2009 at 22:59 4 comments

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Hogfather (Terry Pratchett)

Books read in 2010 and 2011

Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows (JK Rowling) - 'cos the movie's coming out!
Frankenstein: Lost Souls (Dean Koontz) - ah, bugger, it's part of a series! Now I hafta find all the books...
Dismantled (Jennifer McMahon) - oh, good one
Tigerlily's Orchids (Ruth Rendell)
Shutter Island (Dennis LeHane) - reminds me too much of work
Holy Fools (Joanne Harris) - it's official: I prefer her scary books
A Series of Unfortunate Events; The Unauthorized Autobiography; The Beatrice Letters (Lemony Snicket)
The Little Friend (Donna Tartt)
The main books - 11 so far - of the Southern Vampire series; the Aurora Teagarden series except for A Fool & His Honey - that makes it 7; Sweet & Deadly (Charlaine Harris)
The Woman in Black (Susan Hill)
Full Dark, No Stars (Stephen King)
Room: A Novel (Emma Donaghue)
Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (Ransom Riggs)
The Bachman Books (Stephen King)
Men At Arms (Terry Pratchett)
Carpe Jugulum (Terry Pratchett)
The Fifth Elephant (Terry Pratchett)
Beauty (Robin McKinley)
The Sandman, Vol 1 (Neil Gaiman)
The Burden (Agatha Christie) - her crime novels are waaay better
Snuff (Terry Pratchett)

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