tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91297913686350732862024-02-08T05:31:45.755-08:00Living in Interesting timeskrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-76505225297409317972011-08-08T02:50:00.001-07:002011-08-08T03:23:33.909-07:00Up to pussy's bowI've just about had enough. No, I won't do anything stupid but I'm almost at breaking point. I'm tired, I'm sick, I'm mostly alone and scared shitless I'll end up a gaga old lady in a nasty home as there is no-one to look after me. No kids, no husband, no job. I keep trying to think about the fact I'm a damn sight better off than many other people - I have a home and some income - but some days it's means jack shit. I'm tired of being tired, I'm tired of being a fat lump who is too tired to do much. I'm tired of being sick, I'm tired of being poor and I'm a damn sight tired of being alone. Yes, I have friends but feel deserted by many of them at present. If one more person had told me how sick they had been with the virus and that their cough lasted weeks and weeks, I swear I'd be done for murder. It's like the stupid things people say when your husband dies. Just help out or include me now and again. Being lonely sucks. Being poor sucks - means I can't install the green items that would save me money in the end - tanks, solar panels and such. Another financial crisis looks to be looming and here I am with very few marketable skills anymore - it's been 4 years since I worked in an office. Nobody really wants an over 50's women as an employee - I know. I figure I should just delete this post as it's a whinge but I'll wait a while and see if I push the post button...
<br />krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-10862896816726336942011-08-05T02:05:00.000-07:002011-08-05T02:14:25.018-07:00ObservationOnce in a while in life, there is someone you know and really don't want to be friends with them. They are very nice people and you can't put your finger on why you don't want to be friends with them but you don't. You just stay out of their way if you can and smile and nod if they do talk to you. I used to wonder if this made me a bad person, but well, it doesn't. Not everyone can like everyone.<br /><br />There is a lady at the op-shop I work at on Fridays. I don't really like her so I just do my job and stay out of her way. I had to question a price with her today and she seemed very offended. Okay both the customer and I thought the price was a bit high but I was told in no uncertain terms that prices were as given and not to question them. Okay, I'm fine with that, I did ask away from the customer. I had to try not to laugh though as she spoke to me like a naughty 6 year old. I knew her social skills were poor but I didn't realise how poor! Then she tells me not to speak to the lady serving at the counter. The funny thing was that she told me as she was passing through the room without stopping! Hey lady, your problem not mine - I just have stop myself laughing out loud. Maybe I am a bad person after all...krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-80471605622524104162011-02-23T21:38:00.000-08:002011-02-23T21:43:44.846-08:00Appropriate postings<span style="font-family: georgia;">I was thinking of doing a posting on the behaviour of some children and their parents in cafes but then I heard about the disaster in Christchurch , New Zealand, and what I was going to write seemed so small and petty. My heart goes out to those who have lost the ones they love in such awful circumstances. I am ashamed of our Prime Minister being so concerned by the death of just one Australian while almost 80 other loved people have died. The thought of dying alone and slowly under rubble is a heart breaking one. I wish I could have been there to hold each person's hand as they had slipped from life. But it was not to be. I would be no use in a rescue situation as I have no skills that would help. I can just hope those in Christchurch and around the world find some comfort with others and peace sometime in their hearts.<br /></span>krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-12796070986549270942011-02-18T20:40:00.000-08:002011-02-18T20:54:22.199-08:00Assessing Medical information - some journals<span style="font-family: georgia;">There are many journals out there that have free content. Some are just too darn hard to understand but the summaries of the articles may be enough for the information you are seeking.<br /><br />The Lancet :<a href="http://the%20lancet.com"> </a><a href="http://www.thelancet.com">www.thelancet.com</a><br />One of the major medical journals in the world. Published since 1820.<br /><br />British Medical Journal : <a href="http://www.bmj.com">www.bmj.com</a><br />Can register for some free content. They practice continuous publication - articles appear on bmj.com before being included in the print issue. Published since 1840.<br /><br /><br />Medical Journal of Australia : <a href="www.mja.com.au/">www.mja.com.</a><a href="www.mja.com.au/">au</a><br />The online archive has information from 1996. You have to register with the site and not all articles are available but it has some good clear information with an Australian focus. The journal itself has been published since 1914.<br /><br />Libraries can obtain copies of articles for you - but be aware that inter-library loans can be expensive (they were about $20 when I left 2 years ago). The state libraries will have copies of a lot of journals and you can go into university libraries without actually being a student at the university - just don't try to borrow any books!<br /><br />Any questions - just ask.<br /></span>krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-40129314393776932932011-02-18T20:12:00.000-08:002011-02-18T20:38:32.989-08:00Assessing Medical information<span style="font-family: georgia;">Out there on the internet is an enormous volume of medical information. A large percentage of that is to put it crudely - crap. It is not only inaccurate but downright dangerous. Some of these sites take advantage of people who are desperate - the ones selling dreams of a better life if you only use their product or sell the $1000 pill that will cure your cancer. These are known as "wallet extractors".<br /><br />With a little knowledge, you can avoid being caught out by the sharks out there.<br /><br />So, first, be very wary. If it sounds too good to be true - it is. Be skeptical.<br /><br />As a suggestion, start with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Quackwatch</span>.<br /><a href="http://quackwatch.org">quackwatch.org</a><br />Covers unproven and scientifically questionable claims of alternative health therapies, vitamin peddlers and other health frauds.<br /><br />I would suggest you start with reading "25 ways to spot it" (Quackery that is) and "Ten ways to avoid being quacked".<br /><br />If you do a Google search on a condition there will be thousands of hits. Don't just go to the first one and expect that to have the answers. It just means more people have visited the site than any other. Is the site associated with a specific medical practice or medical professional? Does it have lots of advertising on the page?<br /><br />Stick with the government health sites for basic information . <br />Try HealthInsite <a href="http://healthinsite.gov.au/">healthinsite.gov.au/</a><br />or Better Health Channel <a href="http://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au">www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au</a><br />these can lead off to more sites and you have a better chance of the information being reliable.<br /><br />Now onto the more intensive information...<br /><br />PubMed <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/">http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed</a><br />is a massive database - about 20 million citations - for biomedical literature from Medline, life science journals and online books. Citations may include links to full-text content from PubMed Central and publisher web sites. You may not be able to read the entire article you are interested in but usually the summary gives you the information you need.<br /><br />One thing you need to may sure of when reading articles from journals is that the journal articles have been peer reviewed. This means that the article was sent to other experts in the field for examination before publication. This doesn't always mean the researchers who have written the article are telling the truth but it gives a better chance of them being found out before publication! The journal should state this somewhere on the site.<br /><br />Always check who is publishing the journal. Many organisations publish they own journals - hospitals and such - but there are sneaky sods who are pushing their own agendas - be wary!<br /><br />Next : a few journals...<br /><br /></span>krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-73010742594778320332011-02-18T19:59:00.000-08:002011-02-18T20:01:59.175-08:00Medical information and misinformation<span style="font-family: verdana;">When I left the Cancer Council about 2 years ago, I had intended to do a talk somewhere on assessing medical information but being basically a lazy sod, I never got around it to. So, I do intend to put some information up here. That's when I have done the research again...stay tuned.<br /></span>krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-49220130169978236182011-02-17T20:14:00.000-08:002011-02-17T20:22:44.017-08:00Birthday thoughts<span style="font-family: georgia;">I have a birthday coming up.<br /><br />A question for you all:<br />On my birthday I will be:<br />a) Flying to a private island and being looked after by young men young enough to be my grandsons,<br />b) Going out and raging till dawn then throwing up in the gutter on the way home,<br />c) Eating a huge dinner at an expensive restaurant,<br />d) Pretty much what I do most days.<br /><br />I'm sure the answer is quite obvious.<br /><br />I don't see the point in treating myself to a meal on my birthday : I can do that any day of the year. I don't see the point of buying myself something special for my birthday : I can that any day of the year. I don't have the money to do that anyway. I don't have a partner or children to treat me to expensive gifts or take me to lavish meals. I don't actually mind that much either. Unless I'm having a party, I don't expect others to remember the day.<br /><br />The main point I'm trying to make is: its just another day.<br /><br />I bought some new cake trays today. I might make some cake just to try them out. Or I may not. Whatever.<br /></span>krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-77967076953770335162011-02-17T19:24:00.000-08:002011-02-17T19:36:36.548-08:00Coffee qualifications<span style="font-family: verdana;">Last night I did a short course - "Prepare and serve espresso coffee" at Hospitality Training Australia restaurant in North Melbourne. And yes, I did pass. This college runs courses for the hospitality industry at about a third of the price that TAFE's run the same courses.<br /><br />Now, I treated this as a job in a real cafe. I dressed accordingly. Wore closed shoes, tied my hair up, took of my jewelery (so nice to put my rings and bracelets on again this morning!). There were 10 people in the class. I won't say anything about the clothing except to say most cafe owners would make them go home and change before work! One lad had thongs on. Two girls were dressed in skimpy summer dresses and strappy shoes. Two of them didn't even drink coffee! How could you rate the coffee you make if you don't drink it?<br /><br />I made two cups of coffee and was able to drink one and it wasn't too bad.<br /><br />Sometimes I feel so damn old.<br /></span>krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-80031399556261082882011-02-16T15:28:00.000-08:002011-02-16T15:35:57.834-08:00Life continues...I'm not happy with sitting still for long. Last week I decided to take down the wardrobe walls in the bedroom I'm in (I was driven to move rooms by two lots of building works and the Bogan child). Should have been an easy job, but no. The stupid original electrician for the house, instead of running the power for the garage from the closest point chose instead to run the wire from the other side of the room, through the back of the wardrobe in the next room (which extends into the room I am sleeping in now) and into the garage. This means I can't currently removed the wooden uprights from the back of the wardrobe. Of course, I ran out of vacuum cleaner bags so I couldn't finish the job in two days. I'm still finding little bits of plaster all over the house. Now I just need to put up a shelf in the original bedroom to hold things. Such is life. I suppose the good thing is the job only cost me a trip to the tip and some vacuum cleaner bags, so total cost so far about $20. Now to save to get the job finished by professionals (and not the lazy sods doing the building next door - don't use Richard Evans Pty Ltd as a builder)krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-84509315171192718052011-02-15T23:42:00.000-08:002011-02-15T23:44:24.173-08:00Well what do you know!Many,many years ago I had a blog. When I went to start another today - there was the old one. I suppose somewhere along the line I would have gotten an email to say this was happening, but it was obviously lost in time. So, although I am really rotten at blogging, it looks like I can just continue the old one....krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-40731480164275297472008-09-11T02:19:00.000-07:002008-09-11T02:24:34.429-07:00Life looks upIt is so easy to be negative in life - it is so easy to whinge and whine than be happy and see the good things around you. I will try to look at the good things around me. I got a new second-hand filing cabinet and some lovely purple files for it and finally got all my paper work arranged. I found my 2006 tax return. There is a possibility I may get some more money back from the government as I will have 5 years tax returns re-assessed when I get some paper work from the pension people. I have a new electric drill - I haven't got it out of the box as yet but hope to over the weekend. My old gas company finally moved me over the the new one. I have painted the clothes basket and I think it looks nice. I go the soil to plant the lettuce over the weekend. I have enough food to eat and have paid some bills. I could be much worse off.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-88675174353453318592008-09-05T18:34:00.000-07:002008-09-05T18:45:12.865-07:00I was going to rant and rave about work...but then I realised it would be boring for others to hear about the people I work with and that karma will catch up with in time- the people I work with that is- and they will get what they deserve in life and no amount of bad feelings on my part with make any difference. I will just say they are showing their true colours and are unlikely to be happy people in the long run.<br /><br />When the young lady moved into the house behind me, for some reason the landlord cut off all the branches of the gum tree in the backyard that were hanging over the back fence. This made the tree lopsided. It looked dangerous and this morning a young man was hanging from a rope and chainsawing lump off the tree that was left. I have no objections to a dangerous tree being taken down but it might of been nice to actually tell the neighbours what was going on. The noise of the grinder is incredible!<br /><br />I cleaned out the small plastic pond in my backyard this morning and refilled it with clean water in preperation to getting a goldfish for it tomorrow. As i then moved it slightly to get the pump cord from under it, it split and dumped about 50 litres of water in a wave across the yard. I'm upset about the water loss more than anything else. I had been thinking bad thoughts so the universe got me back. I found the other plactic barrel and repeated the process, this time making sure the cord was out of the way.<br /><br />I didn't get retrenched a few weeks back so my mother has booked up a holiday for last week October - first week November to go to Queensland so I can see the nephew (now 10) I have never seen. Not being retrenched means I have more time to look for another job. There was also some good news with my tax - I have to follow that up some more.<br /><br />November this year will be the 10th anniversary of Ian's death. I'm already feeling I might not handle this too well. Might also have a dinner at the local Mexican restaurant as Ian's liked going there.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-33829570882804441112008-08-07T22:18:00.000-07:002008-08-07T22:24:21.968-07:00The straw has broken on the camel's backI have to leave this stupid job as soon as possible. No more just thinking I have time and I can wait it out. Any organization that refers to its support service as a "Business unit" has to be gotten away from in a big hurry. I joined the Cancer Council to make a difference and my ethics are now being sorely tested. It isn't possible to put a price tag on good service, empathy, listening or pride in your job. The heart has been pulled out of the library and I am not going to wait around for the corpse to stop twitching. I will be applying for anything I can from now on and hope to be out of here in a month. I don't like to leave the people who appreciate the service in the lurch but the management here has made it impossible to for me to continue working here and still uphold my values. My job is actually making me sick - I've my second cold in a month, I'm anemic, need Vitamin B12 shots and my sugar levels are a bit suspect. I will not be a candidate for diabetes.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-4344437963890625152008-07-24T19:10:00.000-07:002008-07-24T19:13:28.082-07:00KRin has reasons to be cheerfulIt is very easy to whinge and moan. It is harder to look for good aspects of life.<br />1. I'm not dead yet!<br />2. I am walking better then I was 12 months ago. I'll never run a marathon but then I never would anyway.<br />3. I can afford to feed and clothe myself.<br />4. I have a pet who loves me.<br />5. I have a house that is warm and dry.<br />6. I have friends who care for me.<br />7. I can afford a few luxuries in life but then I don't want much either.<br />8. I do have some family - annoying as they are.<br />9. I still have a job for a while.<br />10. I have Ian's artwork to promote.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-55132196982919570832008-07-22T20:18:00.000-07:002008-07-22T20:23:45.196-07:00KRin and stuffGood and bad...head cold almost gone, had a great day last Friday and walked the most I have ever walked - according to my pedometer. Went to a fannish event on Sunday afternoon - was quite shocked to see someone I knew in the past had last about half has body weight and is waiting for a lung transplant. Good thing is that the Melbourne Science Fiction Club wants to do an event for the 10th anniversary of Ian's passing - will have to get cartoons scanned and copied by November.<br /><br />People next door sold their house about 3 months back and never spoke to me from the day the house was sold. Walked past their place Monday night and they were gone! Not a word was said and they have a set of my house keys. I didn't do anything to upset them - honest! I suppose people go a little funny with the stress at this time. Moving is hell.<br /><br />Melbourne has had more rain, nice but not enough. Winter like it was maybe 10 years back, people have forgotten how cold it gets...krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-21812609583651826782008-07-15T20:08:00.000-07:002008-07-15T20:14:56.481-07:00KRin has a head coldMost people when they are sick would takeit easy. Not me. I have the Melbourne head cold - have lost my voice and have the most annoying cough. Also have the runs today just for variety. I'm not sleeping well. So, what did I decide to do? Resdesign my main bedroom wardrobe. There has been a shelf sitting at eye level since we moved in 1989, just in the right place to smack you head when you lean in to get clothes out. On Monday night after all these years, I took a hammer and dismantled the damn thing.<br /><br />Points to note: 1. The only thing holding the shelf up was an upright of wood about 3/4 of the way along the shelf. 2. The shelf was built out of the nastiest wood I have ever seen. 3. I've never seen nails like the ones the builder used. 4. The last bit of nasty beige carpet has gone.<br /><br />I was going to reuse the wood to redesign the storage unit but it was so awful I elected instead to get some half price stick down tiles for the floor and found a hald price metal unit to put in instead. For something that feels quite flimsy it is working quite well (I'm about half done). I have also discovered that the wardrobe is narrower than it should be for a wardrobe.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-5160145612482213852008-07-12T19:22:00.000-07:002008-07-12T19:25:04.416-07:00Stuff/Life and suchIt's cold for Melbourne. I have the Melbourne cold - thank you to who ever gave it to me. Mir is bored, she keeps coming in and out through the window behind me, attacking my sewing or the plant near the window. Job is still uncertain - just wait and see I suppose. I'm going to have a couple of days off in the next week - I'm enjoying the sleeping in.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-69614619563936493692008-07-05T23:40:00.000-07:002008-07-05T23:42:08.971-07:00KRin's rather obvious adviceDon't eat have a box of tiny iced doughnuts and not expect to feel sick!<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Burp.</span>krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-63629609916442658572008-06-29T01:12:00.000-07:002008-06-29T01:18:21.879-07:00KRin has to think about her futureI feel my job is going at the end of the year. No, there isn't any definate proof as yet as the library review is still being undertaken but I feel the writing is on the wall in big letters. So, do I stay and wait for the job to disappear or do I go? There hasn't been a great number of jobs I could apply for - I do keep any eye out. I can't stand for long periods of time so maybe working in a cafe is out. Yes, I can stil be a library technician but the field is small.<br /><br />I will have to put aside some money - so goodbye to my holiday money and hello to emergency money. I will cut back on eating out - no more buying lunch on Tuesdays before I start work at the op-shop. No more taking vitamins - when the current lot run out that will be it and I will see if they were actually doing anything! Finishing the floor in the kitchen and the tiling in the bathroom will both go on hold. Also the paving down the side of the house will go on hold as well.<br /><br />I felt myself wondering yesterday if it would have been better if I had gotten cancer rather than Ian. He would have contributed more to the world than I ever could. Morbid but true when you think about it realistically.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-12024722583854846052008-06-26T01:34:00.000-07:002008-06-26T01:36:17.920-07:00KRin obviously isn't a great bloggeras she keeps forgetting to post.<br /><br />Do you really care anyone out there? Maybe I should actually tell my friends about this blog? I'll think about it some more...krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-90141888834431391102008-06-17T16:16:00.000-07:002008-06-17T16:18:22.814-07:00KRin musesMale got on the train this morning and was smoking. He then started to threaten his invisible friend with murder. Slightly scary and I was glad I was getting off the train.<br /><br />Spam headers : "Update your penis" and what, make it a kidney or a liver?<br />"Turn into the incredible hulk" - would you really want to do this? Big, green and nasty?<br /><br />Life continues.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-8987790467314226582008-06-01T18:49:00.000-07:002008-06-01T18:53:47.422-07:00KRin exposes her softer sideand no, don't take that in a context that isn't meant.<br /><br />Sunday, 1st June would have been Ian's 50'th birthday. Dear friend J had me over for dinner. She gave me a lovely present. I cried, not something I do often and only when I feel safe. Even after almost 10 years the death of my beloved still at times stings deeply. A hug from J and N made it all seem better. Friends do make a difference.<br /><br />The fog was coming down when I was driving home. Some drivers on the freeway didn't slow down. My exit ramp was fog bound and I almost missed the end of my street because I caouldn't see anything. Very, very creepy.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-28555053290416121002008-05-29T18:46:00.000-07:002008-05-29T18:51:24.973-07:00KRin has some observations on lifeTo the people with iPods and such on the train : if I can hear YOUR iPod music over my iPod music while I have earphone buds in my ears, your music is WAY TOO LOUD! To this path leads deafness.<br /><br />The drivers in Melbourne: Red lights mean STOP, not continue what I am doing and cross the intersection into the path of the oncoming cars.<br /><br />The the cyclists riding on the footpaths : GET OFF THE DAMN FOOTPATH! Yes, the road may be crowded and you may be threatened by this but pedestrians have right of way on the footpath. Thats why its called a FOOTPATH! You have to get out of the way of pedestrians, not the other way around. And wearing your helmet, not having it handing on the handlebars is another damn good idea.<br /><br />Are we breeding stupid humans nowadays or we always this dim?krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-6949542873139933082008-05-22T03:49:00.000-07:002008-05-22T03:54:07.343-07:00KRin has gastroenteritisAnd its no fun at all. Last time I had gastro Ian was alive so it was at least 10 years ago. I had forgotten just miserable the whole experience is. Got myself dehydrated over the last weekend and in a confused state, drove myself up to the emergency section at the hospital. They put a litre of saline into me, gave me some rehydration salts and told me to stay away from other people as I was infectious. Since then a cheerful round of loo and bed has been my life. Bloody awful way to lose weight. I will get better but its so damn slow.krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129791368635073286.post-44178795256560105252008-05-13T20:39:00.000-07:002008-05-13T20:43:24.295-07:00KRin has her first MRI...and what a weird experience that was boys and girls! Did some checking up before I went on Monday night (what else would you expect???) so had some idea of what was to happen. Luckily, as I was having ankles done I could go in feet first. I think head first might have been a wee bit freaky. The most astonishing thing for me was the noise it made! It's just very powerful magnets so why would the machine make so much noise!!!! NOw just have to wait for the next Outpatients appointment to see what Mr Doctor says. He can go jump if he suggests surgery.<br /><br />The other slightly weird thing was how badly lit it is around the hospital. Very few street lights. Maybe the hospital is trying to hide?krinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13622900567641971756noreply@blogger.com0