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So tired

Tired if waiting, tired of waiting for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Or not. I'm particularly well knackered today. Although I have a cup of Rocket Fuel next to me, so that should go some way to curing both my headache and my listlessness. At least for ten minutes. Until the next one. Evil stuff. Heh.

Brain is moving in random circles, starting, for some reason with bananas, as that's at the forefront of my mind at the moment. Also traversing my synapses are: idiots, coffee, blood sugar, Pariah (the PC game), WoW, dinosaurs, cats, Kats, maintenance contracts, shaving my head (Mr Gilette is my friend), Wapsi Square, Borg, Blakes 7, Livejournal, Email filtering, VPN clients, mobile phones, the moon, Guinness, Stanley knives, Adidas, seagulls, the word "caustic", post-it notes, helicopters, firearms, boots, mo'bikes, and lots of other random stuff. Cant be arsed to link the rest. Google it if you care =D.

Wonder what Googles Adwords will make of that lot.

Whee

Another weekend in hospital. See last post on the subject, same again, minus the chunder.

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She got what where?

Got a phone call last night, just after the nipper had gone to bed. It was one of out neighbours, who have a little girl a few months younger than my son. They requested teh the presence of my wife, as their little girl had stuffed a ball bearing up her nose.

I kept a straight face, but it was an effort.

Oh, and we live less than a five minute walk from the hospital, but they gave her the choice of going to the hospital or not. My kid? Once I'd finished laughing at him, I'd have had him down A&E so fast he'd think he'd warped there. Regardless of his general dislike of hospitals.

Moo

How do you tittilate an ocelot?

You oscillate her titalot.

Ra!

Fun fun fun

Spent the weekend in and out of hospital with the nipper, got no sleep, and got puked on. All good fun. Nippers ketones went up to 4.3 or so (not good) while his blood sugar was above 32 mmol (should be between 5-9 or so). Hourly blood and ketone tests, wheeeee. Still he's all good now, ketone are down to 0.1, which isn't good, but it's better. Blood is back to relatively normal too. Yay. And I spent yesterday attempting to sleep, as I kinda forgot to over the weekend.

Juvenile diabetes is a pain in the ass, but things could be a lot worse.

Three in the ayy emm

Time to stop playing World of bloody Warcraft. I swear its more addictive than Evercrack EverQuest.

When you're in deep trouble, say nothing, and try to remain inconspicuous...

Rat up a drainpipe

That was what my kid went into school like for the first time yesterday. He loves it. It'll never last. We've had hours of conversations and meetings regarding his diabetes control with the nurse from the diabetic centre (Yay Sarah), and all the staff at his school, who actually seemed to look forward to working with the nipper and his condition.

As opposed to the arseholes at a few other schools, who couldn't be arsed. Or in one case, couldn't be arsed yet (more on that in a minute). One school told us point blank they wouldn't take him ("I can't really tell you this, but we wouldn't accept him into the school"). All sorts of threats were made, and a few decidedly nasty letters written (I wrote a strongly worded letter! I'm such a fucking parent. Anyhow, we got our asses kissed, and then politely informed them that due to the fact their Ofsted report sucked donkey balls, and every product of that school that I've ever met, not to be too blunt here, is thick as fuck, we wouldn't put him in that school anyway. There I go, making friends again. Onto the second category... we went to another school who made up all sorts of excuses (we dont have anywhere to do the injection, we don't have the staff to train, I can't ask my staff to do that, it's not a very nice thing to have to do) Not a very nice thing to do? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TELLING? Since when did you have to stab your kid with a needle four fucking times a day since he was two years old? Still, revenge being a dish best served cold, my father-in-law (who happens to be a headmaster of a Severe PMLD (physical and mental learning difficulties) school) bumped into the headmistress that made the "not very nice" comment. She mentioned that she'd had someone in asking after a place for a diabetic child, and she'd had to turn them down. He asked after the name of the parent. Since his daughter married me, she's taken my name, so there's no obvious link. I'd have loved to have been able to see her expression and rapid backtracking right after he said "Oh yes, that's my daughter and grandson...". We received the offer, and rejected it, because although I went to the school many, many moons ago, and loved every minute of it, I'm not prepared to deal with a headmistress we have to pressure into things by blackmailing her or forcing the father-in-law to deal with her. And she's an ass-kisser.

Anyway, longstoryshort: the nippers at school, loving it, and his diabetes is taken care of too. Schweet. Now I just have to drag the Mrs away from it...

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Insomnia

Four and a half hours sleep is not good for your concentration. I have the attention span of a somewhat intoxicated goldfish. Pizza for dinner last night. And, coincindentally, for breakfast this morning. If I get round to breakfast before its lunchtime, otherwise it'll be lunch. I need to figure a way to x-post this to my LJ. Not that I've updated *that* in a million years. People who hold a phone handset in their hands, complaining that their phone is not ringing, deserve all teh the abuse I can muster. Which is quite a bit. Caught up with a friend of mine I hadn't spoken to in a little while (Hi Kat!). Which reminds me, I need to get a cat. Might get one for christmas. Lil tabby thing, I think.

Off to get distracted by shiny objects, back later.

Tent parachute

Went on holiday. Came back. In between I drunk some beer. And some gin. Smoked a few tabs. Played silly games with my kid. Spent some time with my wife too, she was pleased. I think =) Played a lot of blackjack, and did some touristy stuff. Found a real old fashioned sweet shop, with all the jars lining the walls. Was highly impressed that they had a sugar free section, which meant that I could buy my son some sweets, and wouldn't have to load him up on insulin after (I'd presume that having 4 or 5 units of Novarapid stabbed into your arm/stomach/butt would take the edge off).

More later, goin home now.