Ten days in to 2013 and…
…I’ve gone all quiet again it would seem.
First off, Happy New Year to you all, I trust that everyone had a great festive season and saw in the new year with the usual flair and style that I’m sure you all do.
Ours was a rather quiet affair. After Alex’s little accident, the sleepless night and then the operation on New Year’s Eve, by 8:30 that night I was struggling to stay awake (despite the many cups of tea that I consumed) so just an hour later, after my final attempt at gaining another caffeine fix, I threw in the towel and crashed into bed. Not literally of course, I got into bed without incident, but once there, I was out like a light, so I’m told.
What’s new then?
Remember how unwell my wife was just before Christmas? Well towards the end of November, she went to see our GP and was told that she’ll be refered for an operation… and we heard nothing back, so she had to suffer pains that were “worse than childbirth”, couldn’t eat and as a result, lost a dramatic amount of weight. The other day then, she made another appointment with our GP and was stunned to discover that the referral never made it out of the doctor’s office! Yeah, because the surgery couldn’t get their act together, my wife had to suffer for their incompetence. Marvelous.
Four days into the new year and Alex’s specially bandaged hand was starting to unravel and wasn’t looking its best. There’s no way we could leave it like this, so rather than going up to the hospital where the surgery was done, we thought we’d ask the nurse at our GP’s surgery to do the honours. Ha ha ha.
First off, we tried to call them, but there was no answer after a quarter of an hour of hanging on the line as the phone just rang and rang… and rang. I thought, ‘Sod it, I’ll just take him down there myself.’ Which I did. I was then told by the nurse that she wouldn’t do it as the surgeon who did the reconstructive surgery should do it. I was stunned and returned home.
Knowing that going up to the hospital would be a 40 minute drive, followed by several hours of waiting, I suggested that my wife take him across to our hospital and ask the folk at the Minor Accidents ward to do it. At first they said no, but then they did it. It lasted all of two or three days.
Hacked off by it all, I elected to do bandage number three myself. Carefully I unwrapped the hand and took a look at the repaired digit… it looked rather clean, even if it was a bit smelly, so I was impressed at the job, but now it was up to me to re-bandage it all up again and this time I’d make damned sure that it wouldn’t come off. Lots of surgical tape was used on top of the wrapping and so far, it’s holding up really well. With luck, it’ll remain on his hand until we see the specialist in the new week. Lord knows what he or she will say when it cames to unwrapping my handiwork! We’ll see soon enough.
With the kids back at school now, and what a blessed relief that is – peace and quiet at last with no having to get up every couple of minutes to sort “stuff” out. Anyway, I could now get on with some of my own work…
There’s a little project in the very early stages of planning and it involves props; some we have to make, others we already have and some we have to get in. Well, as of the last few days, I’ve been working on a couple of pieces (lovely Classic items from the original moulds – Doctor Who, of course – what else would it be?) and I’ve been very carefully restoring them in readiness for the thing that they’re needed for. Yeah, I’m being vague, aren’t I? If it all goes to plan, you’ll know about it, but for now, I’m sworn to secrecy as everything is under wraps.
So I’ve been keeping myself busy and slowly getting back into the swing of things… which I’m rather happy about, if I’m honest. At least this time around, I have a target to aim for, so I can’t just allow myself to get bored with a build and trail off from it. No, I have to see this stuff through to completion. Gulp!
Wish me luck.
Better get my nose back into that grindstone then. Cheerio!