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[radegund]

1. Physical health
Rotten. I've just finished my third course of heroic-sounding antibiotics (Pinamox, Distaclor, and now Zithromax, which one can't help pronouncing in a sort of wrestling compere type voice - ZITHromaaax!!! - like that) since 31 January, not to mention echinacea, salt-water gargling (ugh), hot honey and citrus, and homeopathic pills, and my tonsils are STILL covered in damned spots. I'll phone the GP tomorrow, and he'll either fax a prescription for more antibiotics to my local pharmacy or ask me to come for yet another consultation. Argh. He wants me to see an ENT specialist to discuss whether I need to have the putrid little things cut out. I'm not a particularly squeamish person, but tonsillectomy? Eww. I'm convinced they do it with a melon-baller.

2. Mental health
Rocking! Rarely better! Whee!

3. Children
Magnificent.

Unny's imagination is a thing of joy and wonder. Yesterday, he was a gruffalo (female) who kept a café that served "everyting in de werreld" - except, as it turned out when I tried to order it, omelette. I was the "lovelier", whose job, I was informed, was "lovelying" the gruffalo - i.e. cleaning the purple prickles all over her back, grooming her fur, polishing the poisonous wart at the end of her nose, etc. Later, he was a miner who mined some precious stones for me to sell so that I can buy things while I'm on maternity leave. He wants a pet baby elephant. Or failing that, a real mineshaft in our back garden (not just a toy one).

Fiachra, meanwhile, is ALL about the standing up. ALL ABOUT IT. And he's reaching for things, and exploring things with his mouth, and learning to laugh, which may keeell me ded. (Mind you, nothing - nothing in de werreld - could possibly be cuter than the little euhh sound he makes after sneezing.)

4. Whirlybrain
Whirr, whirr, whirlybrain,
gently through the night,
whirrily, whirrily, whirrily, whirrily,
life is but an infinite to-do list.

I refer, inter alia, to my half-finished novel draft, the two rather excellent quilt design ideas I've had in the past fortnight, six or eight potential next knitting projects, a nifty window-seat that there's no way I'll find time to build for at least a year, the vast logistical and financial extravaganza that is our extension plan, the future of my working life, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

Unfortunately, I need to get well first, which is proving a challenge.

Comments

[pisica.livejournal.com]

*waves as you whoosh by*

I'm convinced they do it with a melon-baller.

Naaah. You know those little spork-y things? One of those. Happy to help!

[radegund.livejournal.com]

But that's so inefficient! With a melon-baller, you just sharpen up the edge, stick it in, give it a good twist, tug, and you're done. Chuh!

[biascut.livejournal.com]

oh! such a happy sounding radegund! Hello to your beautiful boys, and many good wishes for the antibiotcs!

[biascut.livejournal.com]

Also, this post made me dream of you last night! You and I and Unny went ice-skating, but you couldn't because you were holding Fiachra, so Unny and I went around together instead. He was better than me. :(

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Aww! You were in my dream a few nights ago, too, but I've no idea in what capacity. Something to do with sewing, I think.

[kasku.livejournal.com]

Oh, divine-ness! Aren't children fabulous? : )

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Lovely lovely children! I've been loving the recent pics of yours :-)

[kasku.livejournal.com]

Oh! Thank you! Even though I have been unbelievably pants and didn't post any for ages. But still, tonsilitis, boo!

[kasku.livejournal.com]

Oh, but yes, tonsils bad. But I was so distracted by lovely children that I forgot to say. : (

[ailbhe]

It's ok, dear, I'm sharing the tonsil uppittyness. But much milder, I admit.

Unny, on the other hand, maketh me to squee madly with the cute. Tell him from me that I wouldn't want a TOY mineshaft EITHER.

We're working on our bookshelves. Rob got rid of another 12-15 inches of books today. There's always hope.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Boo tonsils. Yay Unny. Respec' to the decluttererererer.

[cangetmad.livejournal.com]

Lovely to hear from you, and I am desperate to meet your new boy and re-acquaint myself with the first (and you!) - will we get the chance when we are borrowing your house or will you not make it to the stellanova nuptials at all? Also, I hope your tonsils become meeker very soon.

Re: 4, yes, I need to sit down with a list of things I want to do, and decide who to be for the next few years.

And PS: Unny is a semi-mythical figure in our house. Last weekend, we ran out of purple jam for Gnome's porridge, so I offered honey with "Oisin has honey in his porridge, you know". Instantly accaptable.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

1. Porridge and honey - hee! (As it happens, O has been very anti-porridge for the last while, but Gnome needn't be told...)

2. Yes, meek tonsils FTW.

3. I am likewise desperate to meet Gnipper and see Gnome again! It would be so lovely if we could manage it, but I don't know if it'll be possible. Thing is, we're away until the Wednesday after Easter (except Niall, who will be back on the Monday or Tuesday). You'd be more than welcome to stay on for a few days, if it suited you. Damn. I meant to say this ages ago. You've probably bought your tickets already.

[cangetmad.livejournal.com]

We have got our tickets already, but anyway we're hosting the Weeble later that week while his mother takes off for a wedding in the US, so we have to hurry back. We must do better at actually meeting! I will leave secret messages all over your house, though.

[radegund.livejournal.com]

We must! It would be so lovely to see you(se) again. (I have the merest seed of a notion that maybe we might make a longer trip of Glitz and Bias's Civilisation in August, but it is undiscussed as yet.)

[cangetmad.livejournal.com]

Well, you are cordially invited to make some of that trip here. We will have sorted out the bedrooms by then and everything. I must see Fiachra while he's still a baby! And all of you, obviously.

[ainetl.livejournal.com]

i've somehow managed to not catch any virus this winter, hopefully got that over with in the fall, but gosh it seems like there are some terrible ones around now. i hope your tonsils recovery now without needing removal. bah.

fiachra is standing already?!

[radegund.livejournal.com]

I won't see the specialist until April now, due to unfortunately dovetailing holidays. But the tonsils are (touch wood) currently quiescent.

Don't worry - Fiachra's not standing unsupported! He stands up on the knee of the person holding him, and when he's in a standy-up mood, more or less refuses to sit down again :-)

[londonn7.livejournal.com]

I had a nasty tonsil last week and attacked it by repeated garglings of hydrogen peroxide, but from the sound of it you're waaaay too badly afflicted for that. I hope you get well soon, as I remember strep throat as the most horrendous pain I've experienced in my life. Of course, I am lining up for a life event that may topple it from its pedestal....glad that you're in good form otherwise! I think I feel movement from my core, but it may be either heartburn or similar (although I've never known heartburn to move around).

Gra!
D

[radegund.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I'd forgotten about hydrogen peroxide. I've been gargling salt water, and so far have evaded a fourth attack (fourth! I ask you!). The headache that accompanied the first attack, in January, was actually far worse than the throat - bad enough to make me compare it to labour, in fact.

Movement! Yay! (It'll be very low down, still, at this point. I got it much sooner the second time, because I was familiar with the feeling.)

F has grown into his beautiful organic babygros, for which many thanks again :-)