Category Archive
The following is a list of all entries from the ugh! category.
Boonie Bureaucracy
Filed in doctor related posts, ugh!, July 18, 2008, 10:53 pmWhen we last went to the paediatrician, the receptionist told us that our referral was up.
Without a referral from a GP, our paed will not see the cherubs.
He can’t, it’s the rules, don’t you know.
So, this week we tried to get an appointment to see the only doctor that is harder to see than the […]
So not cool.
Filed in Daily life, crazy mummy moments, motherhood, pre teen angst, rant & rave, ugh!, May 25, 2008, 8:19 pmWe had soccer today and like every weekend when we have a home game, Imogen and Madeline asked if they could take Ivy and Noah to the park.
Usually, I say ‘no’.
I can’t see the park from the field and besides that, I like everyone to stay together, to cheer the boy on, you know.
Today, I […]
When you live in the boonies…
Filed in Health, illness, I hate prednisone club, Ivy - girl, country living, doctor related posts, ugh!, wig out, worry, May 8, 2008, 4:22 pm…and you need to have your daughter seen by an endocrinologist, expect that you will wait a very, very long time.
What is your best bet, for a waiting time, my friends?
Six weeks?
No.
Try six months!
That’s right, six months, that will see us just about up to Ivy and Noah’s 3rd birthday
in November.
The paed’s idea that we […]
Monday moaning.
Filed in Health, illness, doctor related posts, rant & rave, ugh!, April 21, 2008, 2:55 pmI was talking (read email) with a friend last night and she asked me when I was going to start a blog so that I could say all the things I would like to say but can’t on this one.
She said it because so much has gone wrong in the last few days with Ivy’s health and […]
No feathery posts here today.
Filed in Health, illness, I hate Dapsone club, doctor related posts, ugh!, April 17, 2008, 9:46 amI was going to try to fill my blog with happy, feathery posts this week, my friends.
Truly.
I have them half written and ready to go but today, I’m sorry, it’s just going to be about the Ivy girl again.
*Waves to person who says I need to vary what I write about.*
If you don’t want to […]
You know it’s going to be a bad day when…
Filed in grateful, ugh!, April 10, 2008, 9:02 am…you leave the house and just as you step outside it pours down in buckets, soaking you and two toddlers to the core.
…you can’t find your car keys but your toddler son knows exactly where they are.
…you get to the car and realise that your husband has taken out one of the car seats.
…you get […]
Ectodermal Dysplasia with immune deficiency means squat.
Filed in Health, illness, I hate prednisone club, doctor related posts, ugh!, March 14, 2008, 10:24 amThe doctors are salivating over their diagnosis. You know when you hear the words “three way phone conference” thrown into the conversation about your child, that it is the real deal.
Very rare they say, very complex.
Can anyone say understatement of the year?
They talk of DNA testing and OPG to confirm and publication and recognition of […]
Things I will never EVER do again.
Filed in Ewwwww!, gross, poo, too funny, ugh!, March 5, 2008, 9:08 amTotally ripped off from a post of Veronica’s (with kind permission, of course).
I will never ever wipe an old man’s bottom, clean up his mess and tuck him back into bed if he has the cheeky look of a dog with yellow eyes. (Have you heard the old country saying - never trust a dog […]
More thoughts… and an update on the ugly.
Filed in Health, illness, I hate prednisone club, Loss of a baby, doctor related posts, hurting, ugh!, wig out, worry, February 23, 2008, 9:27 amWhen I gave up my son to the unforgiving universe, I thought that I had paid whatever penance I needed to, that whatever wrong I had done in my life had been forgiven, when I let him go.
These are strong words, my friends and if they are too painful or heavy then, please don’t read. […]
The good, the bad and the ugly part 2.
Filed in Health, illness, doctor related posts, hurting, ugh!, wig out, February 22, 2008, 3:35 pmThere is no good
or bad
just very very ugly.
More later when I have licked my wounds.
