My first official listography! I don't come out of this well. Here goes:
1. Envy. I'd get rid of that. I find I envy anything that someone else is really happy with for example : appearance, house, gadgets. I suddenly want it or dislike myself for not having it. I can talk myself out of this and can list the gazilion things I am lucky to have, but the envy is always quick to come.
2. Quick tongue. I am quick to judge and like many a Yorkshire lass, quick to dole out that judgment. I need to slow down and think: was this judgment invited? Can I phrase this better, or even not at all? Success on this is mediocre at best.
3. Evil days. Every now and then I get a day when I actually want to hurt things. Why? I don't know. But these days are best spent alone. I generally am quieter than normal on these days, lest temptation turn into act.
4. Sense of proportion. This is some times out of order. It is NOT a big deal if the loo seat is up. again. I need to react consistently to the little irritations and not treat them as big deals.
5. Sense of smell. I have a smelly house. 5 male humans. 2 male cats. I would go to sleep easier if I wasn't thinking - what is that smell?
About Me
- 60N
- Wife of an IT guru and mother of 1 daughter and 4 boys. I am employed as a GP associate in Spalding. I have few hobbies as I am working all the time or as a mother. I enjoy making products form things I have grown or scrumpped.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Acts of kindnesses
I thought I would make a list of 5 kindnesses that I have benefited from and enjoyed that I remember and ponder on still...
I wonder if I have played a part in other people lives in this way?
1. When I was student studying medicine my little sister, Bex bought me a tea caddy. She had no particular reason to be so unselfishly generous with her meager means, especially as I was relatively comfortable as a student in my own flat, living with my boyfriend (now hubby) John. She bought other little useful and lovely gifts over the years of studenthood. They have meant a lot to me. She helped me feel loved and cherished at a time when we were far apart.
2. Towards the end of my 1st pregnancy I was bored at home, too huge to take up a new hobby and generally pretty isolated. Nicky (the English one!) came over to my house, kept me company and took me out to the cinema. She didn't take my prevaricating about the bush for an answer, or wait for me to call. She also kept this up during my maternity leave with new baby! I deeply appreciate this work of true friendship and am humbled by what a lovely person she is.
3. When John moved to Kent to take up a job in the civil service I still had 2 years of med school in Edinburgh to finish. To keep the relationship going meant using a big chunk of wage traveling North, and a bigger chunk saving for us to be together for my elective abroad. 1 year in and I went South for interviews, so that I could do my house jobs in Kent. While he was at work I found a LOT of expensive role playing games and further evidence he was not saving for our future. I went home to Edinburgh knowing he did not value our relationship, it was de facto over. Nicky (Scottish one!) was my true friend I turned too. She was there for me at my lowest ebb. She sympathised, we got drunk, we talked. Pivotal bit of caring for me.
4.When my 3rd child was born he had persistent hypoglycaemia and needed admission to special baby unit in Aberdeen - a problem when you are on Shetland! My hubby had to stay on the Island to look after the oldest 2, leaving me to travel alone with our son. I phoned my sister, Ruth, in tears as you can imagine and she dropped everything and came North to Aberdeen to be with me. She took me out from the hospital and helped me buy clothes (Hubby had packed for me, and while I had loads of baby clothes I had been given no knickers and no change of clothes!) and to even laugh while my son recovered in hospital.
5. When I was a fairly new medical student I became unwell with flu like symptoms that went on for a few weeks. I presented myself to my GP who suggested bed rest, paracetamol, fluids and it would pass. It didn't and so I presented again. This time, after a brief examination he asked me if I was OK in my studies, could my symptoms be unhappiness? I was appalled and quite angry at this suggestion - I thought I was doing OK keeping to the routines of anatomy, physiology and biochem quite well. He asked to think about it and promised blood tests if I felt I needed to return. I thought about it. I talked to Mum about it. I realised when I started crying that the GP had been spot on. This gave me the courage to ignore the lies my mind was feeding my body was feeding my mind and get on with the business of being a first year student. His straight talking helped me immeasurably. I rank his act of kindness as highly as the ones above.
I wonder if I have played a part in other people lives in this way?
1. When I was student studying medicine my little sister, Bex bought me a tea caddy. She had no particular reason to be so unselfishly generous with her meager means, especially as I was relatively comfortable as a student in my own flat, living with my boyfriend (now hubby) John. She bought other little useful and lovely gifts over the years of studenthood. They have meant a lot to me. She helped me feel loved and cherished at a time when we were far apart.
2. Towards the end of my 1st pregnancy I was bored at home, too huge to take up a new hobby and generally pretty isolated. Nicky (the English one!) came over to my house, kept me company and took me out to the cinema. She didn't take my prevaricating about the bush for an answer, or wait for me to call. She also kept this up during my maternity leave with new baby! I deeply appreciate this work of true friendship and am humbled by what a lovely person she is.
3. When John moved to Kent to take up a job in the civil service I still had 2 years of med school in Edinburgh to finish. To keep the relationship going meant using a big chunk of wage traveling North, and a bigger chunk saving for us to be together for my elective abroad. 1 year in and I went South for interviews, so that I could do my house jobs in Kent. While he was at work I found a LOT of expensive role playing games and further evidence he was not saving for our future. I went home to Edinburgh knowing he did not value our relationship, it was de facto over. Nicky (Scottish one!) was my true friend I turned too. She was there for me at my lowest ebb. She sympathised, we got drunk, we talked. Pivotal bit of caring for me.
4.When my 3rd child was born he had persistent hypoglycaemia and needed admission to special baby unit in Aberdeen - a problem when you are on Shetland! My hubby had to stay on the Island to look after the oldest 2, leaving me to travel alone with our son. I phoned my sister, Ruth, in tears as you can imagine and she dropped everything and came North to Aberdeen to be with me. She took me out from the hospital and helped me buy clothes (Hubby had packed for me, and while I had loads of baby clothes I had been given no knickers and no change of clothes!) and to even laugh while my son recovered in hospital.
5. When I was a fairly new medical student I became unwell with flu like symptoms that went on for a few weeks. I presented myself to my GP who suggested bed rest, paracetamol, fluids and it would pass. It didn't and so I presented again. This time, after a brief examination he asked me if I was OK in my studies, could my symptoms be unhappiness? I was appalled and quite angry at this suggestion - I thought I was doing OK keeping to the routines of anatomy, physiology and biochem quite well. He asked to think about it and promised blood tests if I felt I needed to return. I thought about it. I talked to Mum about it. I realised when I started crying that the GP had been spot on. This gave me the courage to ignore the lies my mind was feeding my body was feeding my mind and get on with the business of being a first year student. His straight talking helped me immeasurably. I rank his act of kindness as highly as the ones above.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Summer Holiday 2011!!
What a great holiday we have just had. The first week was spent in England split between my mum and Johns folks. We started with selling Johns car. Then hired a car and journeyed in that. In Corbridge we immersed ourselves in all things Roman - a pleasant break from Vikkings!
I stayed at Mums and did the 'Great British Weather Show' live on Wed evening, with my brother in law, Tom. For the previous 2 weeks, e mails had come from and to the production team, as I am a member of the Cloud Appreciation Society - we had specifically been invited to the show all about clouds. I was a person of interest being from Shetland. We turned up at 6pm and it rained and rained. It was clear I was not a person of interest. At 7pm the crowd (and surprisingly there was a crowd) moved to the filming area. There the society was called for and 10 of us presented ourselves. it was nice when the team put my face to the emails - but non personage confirmed. was just interesting hat wearing cloud appreciation member. I did however get to be filmed - but with a 'cloud spotting frame' on my face making look a freak in a freaks society with a duck look about it. Good lessons learned all round and it was fun.
Great family re-union in Northallerton - where we celebrated with lunch at Bettys. Back to Ripon to johns folks and a great play in the local play park. Just fantastic whole family fun!
The journey to Disney in Paris started next day, with a trip to Kent and a night with Simone and Bernard Borchardt. Lovely people, with lovely home. They gave us a great end to the travel. And so onto through the Chunnel and down to DLRP. It went smoothly and we ended by playing in the park at the ranch.
The next 4 days were spent with mornings packed full of Disney Studios and Park. The afternoons swimming, tree top adventuring and sleeping!! We did all we could want and I think all our family had a fantastic time.
The journey home started with a drive to Surrey and a night with the excellent Nicky and Charlie. Again a lovely time with generous folk. The next day was traveling to Northumberland - and a night with mum. Then lastly a drive to Aberdeen and the ferry home.
Phew!! What a great time.
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