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Better get your iron out Dea...........some of the wrinkles looked very ingrained to me! ;-)

'The correct degree of wrinklyness' is very important Jonesey !!

In the meanwhile, your new one will 'do', but I look forward to seeing the 'kindly old man' again soon!!

Dea Xxx

I know what you mean Dea.

I have reloaded it from the original on my computer several times but each time it comes out much more wrinkly than it appears in the original. I will post another avatar for the time being until I have played about "Softening" the original to see whether when I load that modified image, the correct degree of wrinklyness appears on GR.

Jonesey!

The thing which is putting me orf is your avatar !!

Can you PLEASE restore it to it's previous 'kindly old man' image.

GR have done it no favours!!!

Dea Xxx

I managed........it was a struggle though ;-)

Hi Cynth,

I hope that those visions do not put you off your lunch ;-)

It gets worse :-S


I am shortly to have my lunch and now have visions of calf muscles hanging out and waylaid pyjama bottoms......... :-S :-S


I need a lie down.

A Picture of you on your mate's scooter would now be on one of those
WTF photos.

or one that says FAIL..

I have been fortunate in my life as I have only ever had to be in hospital for 2 nights, following a motorcycle accident 3 days after my 16th birthday. Mind you it was an experience that I hope never to have to repeat.

I limped to the local hospital at about 10:00pm with my right calf muscle literally hanging out. The doctor stitched me up but would not let me go home because he thought that I may have a fractured tibia but as the X-ray department was closed for the night he decided to keep me in until it opened in the morning. I was taken to the male surgical ward whose name I will always remember, Chance Ward. Not perhaps the best choice of name but named I believe after a benefactor.

Obviously I had no night clothes so the nurses found me a pair of pyjama bottoms which unfortunately had no waist cord. When I woke next morning I needed the loo and not being aware of normal hospital procedure I tried to hop to the toilet in the ward. Needless to say that half way there my pyjama bottoms ended up round my ankles much to the amusement of other the other patients. The patients in the adjoining beds were both very ill and spent the day virtually comatose so I had no company to talk to and only a bible to read. The ward was circular with a very large brick pillar in the centre and its sole television was on the far side of the pillar from me so I could not see it.

When visiting time (Evening only) came my mother came to see me accompanied by my aunt who was a nurse in the hospital's casualty department. Because they recognised their colleague, my bed was quickly surrounded by the Chance ward's nursing staff. The only problem was that although everyone including my mother, was talking, their conversation did not include me. When the bell rang to signify the end of visiting after half an hour my visitors left having spoken less than half a dozen words to me.

The X-ray that I had taken on the first morning was inconclusive because my leg was swollen to at least twice its normal size so I had to have another X-ray on the second morning. That showed that my leg was not broken so they said that I was to be discharged. They offered to arrange an ambulance but I was so desperate to get out of the place that I said no, just get me some crutches and I will make my own way home. I lived less than half a mile from the hospital so I quite happily hobbled home.

For the next 2 weeks I used to go to school riding side saddle on the back of a mates motor scooter holding my crutches with one hand and onto my mate with the other.

Good lord, you lot can chat can't you???? :-D

Loved the hospital stories....maybe we should get you all to write a collaborative book on your various experiences and name it "Undercover Genealogists" :-D


The vaccination stories interest me very much. As Gins said, there was the big MMR saga going on over here a couple of years ago. It is still raging in the US from what I read. It was reckoned that it could cause Autism........humph.....stuff and nonsense.... It is coming to light that autistic spectrum conditions have a genetic base. Ho hum....I could have told them that years ago!


My late MIL and her sister and their mother displayed the same tendencies as my daughter - it's just unfortunate that many of the signs appear around vaccination time. They certainly weren't being vaccinated against MMR back in the 1880's!!


There is a lot on this on FB and many of the mums in the US seem to prefer to blame vaccination rather than admit genetics. Time will tell!



Re Gin's donation.....there was a story on a BBC programme a couple of weeks ago about families who were struggling to make ends meet and were using a 'foodbank'.


Edwina Currie - (an ex Conservative MP and not my favourite person), made the claim that there were no starving people in the UK. They showed her interviewing a single mum and, despite the fact that I am not an Edwina fan, I have to hand it to her for her straightforward attitude.


She took this young woman to task about claiming to be poor and yet she owned a large pedigree dog (and they cost a lot to feed - I've had them), had a massive tv set and could afford to have her hair and nails done! The young woman didn't work because she didn't want to do a job that she didn't enjoy.


There was uproar on the programme's FB page and the vast majority were in favour of Edwina's stance.



Massages? Oh yes please. I love any type....head, back, feet.......bliss. Just can't afford the prices :-( Would love to go to the hairdressers more often too........but I also like to eat ;-)



Had better stop waffling and get a move on....~~~~

I remember wards like that with heaps of beds in the one room. My mother was in one once... later when I was working at the hospital that block was used for something else... I had the same parking sticker as a Doctor would ( case of who you know) and my little van was parked outside this block. One night I backed up and heard this noise behind me... it was the automatic doors of the building opening.

:-D :-D

P xx

Nite nite Sylvia,

Don't 'crumple' those sheets now !! ;-) :-D

Dea x

night night everyone


Must go and get some sleep, it's 12:15 am here




s
xxx

and heaven help the visitor who dared to SIT on the bed :-D

and those were alos the days when you had to keep your bed TIDY


envelope corners, sheets and cover absolutely smooth, pillow cases uncreased.




cripes ................. it was terrible to be in hospital then!

well, there was nothing else to do


I think I'd have taken to smoking even if I wasn't a smoker! :-D

Naughty Sylvia!! ;-)

Dea x

Actually, that stay was pretty wild anyway.

I needed a diagnostic d&c 'cos they didn't know why I was having a lot of pain ...... was told I could wait months. Then I was called on a Friday and told to report on Sunday afternoon.

It turned out that the specialist had a bad sore throat, couldn't do any operating, so they had called in 11 people on the waiting list for diagnostics ............ and the resident would do them.

Talk about a ham-fisted so-and-so. I felt (we all felt) as though a donkey had danced around on ouur abdomens ............. and we had the largest amount of bruising you could imagine!

Then they started releasing people who were recovering from earlier operations ................ but they wouldn't release us.

In those days, it was expected to be about a 4-5 day stay.

We were finally left in a ward with us 11, and about 2 or 3 other people. Plus one woman on total bed rest in a side ward across the hall, in an attempt to save her baby.

They moved all the beds up to one end of the ward ............. and brought in the painters.


Then they moved the beds to the other end so the painters could finish the job.

The story we were told was that the nurses (and surgeon) didn't want to release us because if they did, the ward would be empty ................. and be closed.

So ........... we saw the surgeon and the matron every morning, and we were all declared to be unfit for release that day

I was in there for 11 days!

Meanwhile, the entertainment (???) was a) the woman in the next bed to me, who was one of the most beautiful women I think I had ever seen .............. and was going to marry the man who owned the house her mother lived in, even though he was much older and she didn't really like him ............ because otherwise, her mother would be turfed out.

and b) the woman on bed rest in the side ward, whose sister had come to look after the husband ........ and woman on bed rest became convinced that sister had also replaced her in the marital bed!



It was like being in a soap opera! :-D :-D :-D



It was a bit like being back at school .................... we all congregating in the toilets at the end of the bathroom, and smoking in secret .............. then having to scamper back to bed because Matron had arrived. And the looks of innocence as we all declared in unison that "No, Matron, we have not been smoking in the toilets".



s
xx

I had an operation in the UK, in 1966. The usual big ward, with about 40 beds in it.

I turned over in the middle of the night, and got the shock of my life


................ a nurse was sitting on the step of the bedside cabinet, with a big piece of wood in her hand.:-0 :-0

She hushed me quickly , and pointed across the ward to the single bed isolation room, which had windows all round it.

The woman in there had been brought in under restraints while we were asleep ........... after going berserk. At one point, she had apparently been waving some sort of machete around.:-0 :-0

They had sedated her, and the nurse was on watch.

Thing is



it was an obstetrics ward

:-0 :-0 :-0

guess she liked names beginning with K and R :-D