I'm a glass-half-full girl living in a glass-half-empty world. Having partially recovered from Lyme Disease which went undiagnosed for over 15 years, I'm now plunged into coping with the aftermath, chronic arthritis, lots of other wildly fluctuating and unexplained symptoms and then osteoporosis struck to complete the picture. Nevertheless, I manage to run my business with help and work away from home 6 months of the year.
Monday, June 30, 2008
It's the final countdown
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Psychiatrists play God - Again.
NHS Blogdoctor is on the case again, this time railing against the influence Psychiatrists have on the NHS in a post with a wider theme, that of the Rise of the Healthcare Professionals.
This quote from the Times yesterday (26.06.08) particularly took my eye:
People suffering from mental illness are frequently being misdiagnosed or receiving inadequate treatment, according to a group of leading psychiatrists. The doctors say that patients with serious problems are often referred to psychologists and social workers rather than clinicians and do not receive the medical therapies they need.
“If a GP suspected a patient had cancer, he wouldn't dream of referring him to anybody other than a cancer specialist. A cancer patient might need jollying along, but what he really needs is the correct diagnosis and treatment. That's what he gets from a specialist. But patients with mental illness are not automatically referred to psychiatrists. If they only see a social worker, there's every chance that mental illness, or underlying physical illness, will be missed. Patients are getting a bum deal.” (Professor Nick Craddock)
Now substitute the words 'mental illness' with ME. See what I mean? Looks like now the psychiatrists are too busy treating people with ME, which of course as we all know is 'all in the mind', to be bothered to treat their own patients.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Education in the kindergarten
Next up came the sparrows. Their training ground was fence to washing line, washing line to magnolia, magnolia to fence. 'Whoa there, maybe I'll try a suet feeder. Missed it, Oh OK I was really trying for the mock orange. Overshot that, OK, fence it is then." Their parents found a ready supply of kid-sized meals on the suet feeder and flew backwards and forwards from feeder to gaping mouth all day long.
The greenfinches were in hiding lest Misty and Nelson should find them. Apparently my wayward cats prefer the taste of greenfinch, or at least they did last year. So far this year there have been no catches at all, my tellings-off must have done some good. When temptation got the better of them, the greenfinches too brought the family to feast at the all night diner. More aggressive then the sparrows, they dislodged them and ruled supreme for a few hours until their arch rivals the starlings flew in.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
To Let
I just knew it was too good to be true. My much longed-for, stress relieving, poorly managed property let has fallen through. In fact I am now told it was a non starter at the outset. So why did it take the agent 4 days to tell me?
Answer being he is hopeless. What to do now, that's the question, leave it with the second, even worse agent or move the agency again? On the one hand it might be third time lucky. On the other it's all so much hassle.
After 23 years I am sick of sight of this house, the sooner I am out the better, at least round the corner I won't have to see it, even if it now remains empty for a while. At least I will be spared the awful cleaning up for viewings I have endured over the last 12 months of letting, selling, then letting again. So I'm still moving folks, but I'll still have the worry (and the bills) of this place.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Peaches, Pelion and English Pubs.
I'm missing Kalamos a lot. Even our recent trip to Corfu hasn't deadened the ache. It's probably all made worse by the fact we can't go back to that actual little villa, the owner needs it for his own growing family now they have fled the nest and will be using it for weekend visits in the same way as all the the other local houses are used.
We also both miss Argalasti, where we often found ourselves in the dying light of the day, sitting in the square with a hundred other families, lazily eating dinner or sipping the local sour cherry juice. It was noisy and boisterous. Whole families of locals sitting at adjoining tavernas, shouting at each other as only the Greeks know how. Just imparting a bit of local news has all the outward signs of an impending argument to English eyes. All the children played in the central part of the square watched over by parents of all descriptions. The younger ones ran round the tables and screamed, the older group played a kind of Greek 'What's the time Mr Wolf'' lead by two precocious 10 year old girls who both wanted to be in charge. Young teens hung around on the outside of the gathering, giggling in the shadows, the boys taunting the girls and tinkering with bicycle gears, the girls posing on the walls and looking coy. A short distance away the late teens sat outside the Gyros Pita takeaway, eating, laughing, smoking and listening to loud music, breaking rank occasionally to hail friends roaring past on mopeds. Everyone knew each other. News was imparted and confidences picked over, meals were shared and served out by the elders, children were called to eat and stuffed with fish and bread, only to run off again cramming their mouths with chips as they went. The men collectively sighed over football results and the local elections, old established positions reinforced. Diatribes on the state of the nation given by old men, ouzo glass in one hand, cigarette in the other as they shared plates of octopus, olives and hard cheese. All the time the kids ran round, one fell over and four mothers rose as one to comfort the injured party, two more speaking harshly to the unfortunate scamp who had pushed him.
That's the sort of time I miss Greece the most and this year, especially, Kalamos and Argalasti. I've got to go back, permanently. Watch this space.
PS Blogger formatting seems to be playing up AGAIN. If this post looks odd it's them not me, honest.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
On the move
Monday, June 16, 2008
Braindead
All this and I am actually feeling reasonably well. Tired maybe but not that desperate bone crushing, nerve tingling, fiery pain I had for so long. I've been off my treatment for almost 3 months now and things are definitely looking up. I'm well on my way to a 3 stone weight loss too, necessitating some serious clothes shopping. My new hobby perhaps, but right now I just don't have the time.
If I could just slow down I might come to appreciate that feeling of doing stuff, wells loads of stuff really, and afterwards feeling, well, OK. It's taken me almost 16 years to achieve this and I want to savour every moment.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
More snippets from last week
"I'm singing you my butterfly sitting in the car song" - Grandaughter aged 4.
We found a dormouse living in an olive tree in the garden.
In a restaurant the waiter insisted in calling me Momma. Was it my size or my organisation skills which prompted that? Or maybe because I paid the bill, for 11.
Grandaughter managed to turn upside down in her inflatable in the pool. "I forgot my arm bands wasn't I silly?" Dad jumped in fully clothed and hauled her out whilst the assembled group breathed a huge sigh of relief. Daughter 3 remarked he had managed to preserve his cigarette which was still between his lips. "Well you try and relight that then".
Asking for a 'Greek' breakfast in San Stephanos we were offered 'Full English' full stop. What on earth is going on?
Two cats spent the night on a chair outside my window. They hung around for breakfast and shared a lizard. After that we never saw them again.
Collecting the hire cars we were given the keys in order of the driver's name. 4 days later we discovered we were all driving the wrong cars! Note to self: In future check the documents as well, even if they are in Greek.
One whole watermelon is just about big enough for 11 people for a whole week. The pips get everywhere though.
In 30 degree heat I can walk and walk and walk. And swim and swim and swim. Am I better than I was? You bet.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
What I did on my holidays
Watched the sun rise, twice.
Listened to scops owls.
Ate chicken souvlaki at a restaurant I hadn't been to for 8 years and it still tasted the same.
Swam at Sidari beach and it really is the warmest water in Greece.
Went lizard hunting with the Grandkids.
Watched a young jay drink from our pool.
Taught some of the Grandkids how to hold a crab.
Ate hot cheese dip and crackers.
Sat 2 hours in a restaurant waiting for a power cut to end. Dinner never tasted so good.
Watched my 3 stepdaughters giggling and laughing together like they hadn't for years and years.
Went to Mouse Island and Pontikonisi.
Sat on the Liston with a frappe and people watched.
Saw a Grandad with the biggest smile ever.
Fell asleep to the sound of waves on pebbles.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Snatches of conversations
"All the little houses are getting bigger and bigger through this window"
"Is that a shark or a sardine?"
"I've turned some stones over there, I looked under some here as well, and do you know what Nanny? There aren't ANY pigging crabs"
"Well he can just put that big lobster down and show someone else, I don't want to see it."
"Of course I tried some new food, I had 4 sorts of hotdogs and funny bread, so that's five."
"Do you know, Denmark and Germany get all their electricity from windchimes."
"I'm so brave I'm going to jump in that stream and catch a turtle right now. Oh no I don't think I will, it's all slimy"
"I'm going to live here for ever, well if I can bring my own bed and a tv"
"Aunty, you can just get straight back in that pool and come out the proper way. BY THE STEPS, right."
The holiday is over, now the memories start.