Hi karen, and the all important,the one and only nurse David Pollard,and sister support act,hope you are all well,especially you KP.I have just rang the hospital after misreading Maries text last night,anyway ,have had the OK to visit tomorrow at 11 am, hope that is ok with you all.Cant wait to see you again Karen,.i was at work last night again,and the same today,2-9.30,no doubt by tomorrow i will have more tales to tell of my carry on nursing campaign!! ha ha LOL. SEE YOU ALL TOMORROW LOTS OF LOVE,HAVE A GOOD DAY XXXX LYDIA
Hi ya Karen,
well Jb arrived safe and sound but a bit frazelled. To put you in the picture, last week the council introduced a residents parking sheme, and yes its a shit idea and has made parking matters even worse, but lets not go there too much or I’ll rant forever. Told Jane she’d have to ring me when approaching my road as I need to give her a visitors parking pass. So I duly run out when she calls with visitors parking pass, directed her to an empty bay. She gets out and says what the f***s going on. I’m scrating the right bits of the visitors pass, but neither of us knew what the date was. I’m say “oh shit” as I see two traffic warden walking towards us. We eventually find out what the date is by checking her flight details and got the visitors pass scratched with correct day and date just in time as the traffic wardens arrived. In all of the panic we hadn’t even hugged and said hello. Having briefly explained the new so called residents parking scheme, Jane says “oh f*** that, you PAY! to park in your own street, oh Ronnie forget it, when are you getting another job and coming home, I don’t know how you live down here” Yes how many times have we heard the ” I don’t know how you live down here” speach. Well in the next few hours I was going to here it again, and again. We then laughed at the thought of Tony dealing with such a scheme and what he would have said to the two traffic wardens, obviously it can’t be repeated on a blog. As Jane can’t leave the car for two weeks in my street, we decided the safest thing to do was drive to our Karens and leave it on her drive. So she followes me to Karens, got there, hugs all round, she sits down and says “oh I don’t know how you cope with driving down here, no one gives you any space, oh I couldn’t live here.
We eventually set off in my car for Heathrow. I had no intention of just dropping her at the airport and leaving her, which was good really as she said she was frightend, I told her she wasn’t and that she was excited, but I think she was a bit.
So we park in a car park, one of the lifts is broken, big line of people waiting, I was laughing cos Janes face was just getting madder. Eventually we are fist in line for the lift, we get in and guess what she does, closes the door on all the other people and presses the button to go down, I laughed and said Jane I would never do that she said they were all getting on her nerves and she just wanted the lift for me and her! Well it gets worse, Heathrow is absolutely heaving with people, it was as if a mass exodus was taking place, Jane face was a picture. “oh Ronnie I don’t know how you live down here, Tony wouldn’t do this he’d have left by now”. I literally had to walk in front of her to make way for her and the trolly, she still pushed the trolley over peoples feet etc, without saying sorry.
I think panic was setting in, especially as she didn’t have a ticket and didn’t know who she was flying with. We eventually find the desk and the ticket is there waiting. She was flying with Etta (thats how you pronounce it) airlines, oh your flying with a load of Basque separatists Jane, panic “Ronnie don’t say that”. We then get in the line for check and someone pushed in, I said to Jane I’d sort it as I was worried that the man was seriously going to cop for it from Jane, but we were saved at that split second and offered an empty check in desk round the corner – thank god. Any case as shes checking in and asking for a seat with extra leg room, she told the flights over booked and she’d been up graded to business class, beeming smiles alround. They then asked would she like her wheelchair now!Beeming smile gone and that look which says “I’m going to kill Tony” and then she said it not that she needed to. Any way, she did acept the wheelchair at Adube Dabi (can’t spell it) airport. I told her she was daft as she’d get even more preferential treatment with a wheel chair, also she really wasn’t coping with Heathrow, then I thought about the damage she would do to innocent Joe Public wheeling around in Heathrow and was thankfull that she decided to walk to the plane. Phew!
She was now all happy, booked on and up graded, but very red in the face (as she’d got so flustered) and demanded “beer now Ronnie”.
Next was the departure gate, I think losts of long haul flights were departing, as everyone around the gate were hugging each other and crying, so we both immediately did the same (but were pretending of course and laughing). Jane was last seen walking through the departure gate, waving at me and shouting “LOVE YOU” whilst pretending to wipe tears from her eyes!!! She won’t be laughing when I pick her up, the car park was grid locked, it took me 40 minutes to get out of it! Hopefully she’ll be chilled for the return journey.
We both had this lastminute.com thought that I should have gone with her, but hey someone has to stay and blog, no doubt she’ll be texting or calling.
So listen mate, I’m so glad you are getting a new bed, Mam was on the phone this morning asking about you (as always) and I was saying that never mind everything else you have to deal with the basic fact of lying in a bed must be doing your head in. Irene agreed and I’m sure the new bed will improve matters. Karen and Roy grilled Jane about you when we arrived, they’ve all been asking for the address of the hospital and I’m so useless I never remember what it is or the ward etc, but Jane has now duly supplied it. I’m so useless I’ve never even bloody well sent you a card myself! Sorry.
So Wimbledon is upon us again bet there were some sunburnt people this week. All we have left is the new wonder boy (Murray) left in the mixed doubles.
I’m on the road again this week, but at least the duration of the trips are getting shorter. I think I should be able to book some time off in July and visit again. Keep up with the physio Karen, its a long haul but YOU WILL GET THERE!
Take care my friend, will blog again soon.
Love to all
Veronica
Hi ya its me again,
as we have all now got past the contents of your vomit and moved on to the amount you are eating – I just thought I’d blog and say
“Tonight Karen, I am having grilled lamb chops, new potatos with fresh mint, colliflower, brocholi and cabage, plus gravy – but I had to buy the gravy cos I can’t make it like you can”
See ya
speak soon
Love
Ronnie
June 26th, 2005 at 1:12 pm
Hi karen, and the all important,the one and only nurse David Pollard,and sister support act,hope you are all well,especially you KP.I have just rang the hospital after misreading Maries text last night,anyway ,have had the OK to visit tomorrow at 11 am, hope that is ok with you all.Cant wait to see you again Karen,.i was at work last night again,and the same today,2-9.30,no doubt by tomorrow i will have more tales to tell of my carry on nursing campaign!! ha ha LOL. SEE YOU ALL TOMORROW LOTS OF LOVE,HAVE A GOOD DAY XXXX LYDIA
June 26th, 2005 at 2:38 pm
Hi ya Karen,
well Jb arrived safe and sound but a bit frazelled. To put you in the picture, last week the council introduced a residents parking sheme, and yes its a shit idea and has made parking matters even worse, but lets not go there too much or I’ll rant forever. Told Jane she’d have to ring me when approaching my road as I need to give her a visitors parking pass. So I duly run out when she calls with visitors parking pass, directed her to an empty bay. She gets out and says what the f***s going on. I’m scrating the right bits of the visitors pass, but neither of us knew what the date was. I’m say “oh shit” as I see two traffic warden walking towards us. We eventually find out what the date is by checking her flight details and got the visitors pass scratched with correct day and date just in time as the traffic wardens arrived. In all of the panic we hadn’t even hugged and said hello. Having briefly explained the new so called residents parking scheme, Jane says “oh f*** that, you PAY! to park in your own street, oh Ronnie forget it, when are you getting another job and coming home, I don’t know how you live down here” Yes how many times have we heard the ” I don’t know how you live down here” speach. Well in the next few hours I was going to here it again, and again. We then laughed at the thought of Tony dealing with such a scheme and what he would have said to the two traffic wardens, obviously it can’t be repeated on a blog. As Jane can’t leave the car for two weeks in my street, we decided the safest thing to do was drive to our Karens and leave it on her drive. So she followes me to Karens, got there, hugs all round, she sits down and says “oh I don’t know how you cope with driving down here, no one gives you any space, oh I couldn’t live here.
We eventually set off in my car for Heathrow. I had no intention of just dropping her at the airport and leaving her, which was good really as she said she was frightend, I told her she wasn’t and that she was excited, but I think she was a bit.
So we park in a car park, one of the lifts is broken, big line of people waiting, I was laughing cos Janes face was just getting madder. Eventually we are fist in line for the lift, we get in and guess what she does, closes the door on all the other people and presses the button to go down, I laughed and said Jane I would never do that she said they were all getting on her nerves and she just wanted the lift for me and her! Well it gets worse, Heathrow is absolutely heaving with people, it was as if a mass exodus was taking place, Jane face was a picture. “oh Ronnie I don’t know how you live down here, Tony wouldn’t do this he’d have left by now”. I literally had to walk in front of her to make way for her and the trolly, she still pushed the trolley over peoples feet etc, without saying sorry.
I think panic was setting in, especially as she didn’t have a ticket and didn’t know who she was flying with. We eventually find the desk and the ticket is there waiting. She was flying with Etta (thats how you pronounce it) airlines, oh your flying with a load of Basque separatists Jane, panic “Ronnie don’t say that”. We then get in the line for check and someone pushed in, I said to Jane I’d sort it as I was worried that the man was seriously going to cop for it from Jane, but we were saved at that split second and offered an empty check in desk round the corner – thank god. Any case as shes checking in and asking for a seat with extra leg room, she told the flights over booked and she’d been up graded to business class, beeming smiles alround. They then asked would she like her wheelchair now!Beeming smile gone and that look which says “I’m going to kill Tony” and then she said it not that she needed to. Any way, she did acept the wheelchair at Adube Dabi (can’t spell it) airport. I told her she was daft as she’d get even more preferential treatment with a wheel chair, also she really wasn’t coping with Heathrow, then I thought about the damage she would do to innocent Joe Public wheeling around in Heathrow and was thankfull that she decided to walk to the plane. Phew!
She was now all happy, booked on and up graded, but very red in the face (as she’d got so flustered) and demanded “beer now Ronnie”.
Next was the departure gate, I think losts of long haul flights were departing, as everyone around the gate were hugging each other and crying, so we both immediately did the same (but were pretending of course and laughing). Jane was last seen walking through the departure gate, waving at me and shouting “LOVE YOU” whilst pretending to wipe tears from her eyes!!! She won’t be laughing when I pick her up, the car park was grid locked, it took me 40 minutes to get out of it! Hopefully she’ll be chilled for the return journey.
We both had this lastminute.com thought that I should have gone with her, but hey someone has to stay and blog, no doubt she’ll be texting or calling.
So listen mate, I’m so glad you are getting a new bed, Mam was on the phone this morning asking about you (as always) and I was saying that never mind everything else you have to deal with the basic fact of lying in a bed must be doing your head in. Irene agreed and I’m sure the new bed will improve matters. Karen and Roy grilled Jane about you when we arrived, they’ve all been asking for the address of the hospital and I’m so useless I never remember what it is or the ward etc, but Jane has now duly supplied it. I’m so useless I’ve never even bloody well sent you a card myself! Sorry.
So Wimbledon is upon us again bet there were some sunburnt people this week. All we have left is the new wonder boy (Murray) left in the mixed doubles.
I’m on the road again this week, but at least the duration of the trips are getting shorter. I think I should be able to book some time off in July and visit again. Keep up with the physio Karen, its a long haul but YOU WILL GET THERE!
Take care my friend, will blog again soon.
Love to all
Veronica
June 26th, 2005 at 7:32 pm
Hi ya its me again,
as we have all now got past the contents of your vomit and moved on to the amount you are eating – I just thought I’d blog and say
“Tonight Karen, I am having grilled lamb chops, new potatos with fresh mint, colliflower, brocholi and cabage, plus gravy – but I had to buy the gravy cos I can’t make it like you can”
See ya
speak soon
Love
Ronnie