Today found me at Stroud Hospital again this time to see a pain consultant like the people I was seeeing pre-Jean at Chelsea and Westmister. I am getting a new tens machine and some acupuncture (after alot of rechecking that I wasnt still on blood thinners - not sure where they got that idea from) and my pain monitored by someone at Gloucester, there are alos more meds I can try but due to stomache issues etc... we decided to try non-drug method but it is good to know there are still more options open to me including a chilli cream and an medication usually used for epileptics (alters nural activity which can be useful in getting rid of pain as well as controlling epilepsy - they had to do the whole be laboured - we are not saying you are epileptic thing incase I was stupid wwhich to be far I was doing a good impression of being stupid as I found I couldn't remeber what I had been prescribed in the past for my back :/).
The anti-inflamitry I had been using is not ok to use long term even with the stomach liner and would make me sick. I am again on daily paracetamol though - they say as long as I stick to the max dosage or below I should be fine.
Again the death knell - they can not do anything about the 'crepitous' and I am stuck with these injuries for the rest of my life but they can alliviate the pain and reduce the muscle tension which is actually cuasing most of the pain.
My pelvis was examined too which including squuzing my hips together - this has since caused a reassurgance of the clicking and I thought my right leg was going to explode from the pain about 20 minutes after the examination. This is apparently my hormones fualt and how they are settiling down
My wrist, stomache and other sundry things are being considered low priority as I am mostly looking after Jean and we are not dependent on money I earn. Again concerns where voiced about going to London on a regular basis for my MRes so I explained that a)it would be part time and b)I can do alot of it via distance learning. Apparently they can't inject the shoulder as its not the actual ball joint thats affected but rather underneith the shoulder blade (as I have been saying for years) - the lack of injection makes me sad though as that worked so well on my upper spine and after being told they would not opperate was my one big hope.
I really really hope this acupuncture works but have to confess that I'm a bit scared as I think of it as lots of needles being stuck into the skin - I have no idea if this is actually the case and even if it is I shall give it ago.
In the mean time I am to carry on managing things as I have been ie my physio excersises and hot baths and pillows in odd places to help me sleep.
I've been discussing n2n with my friends, and one of them raised an interesting point.
He pointed out that since n2n offers access control only at the network level - you need to know the network key to join a network - it works like the Internet of old: once you're in, you're in and fully trusted, and people can't get rid of you; they can just ignore you.
If that's a problem, then you have to do what the Internet had to do - set up local firewalling and access control.
This struck me as an interesting point about the trust model you're using.
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I now have a venue for the keysigning party...
If you're interested in building a web of cryptographic trust (or just want to meet some interesting people), come along to Da Vinci's Cafe Bar, Imperial College Union, Beit Quad, Prince Consort Road, South Kensington, London. More detailled directions are available on the web site
Turn up around 7pm - but be there before 8pm, since that's when we'll actually authenticate ourselves to each other and swap key data.
Then an evening of socialising!
They say bad things come in threes - well here's todays three:
Number one - we where moving the fridge freezer in from the little garage and due to dad accidently ending up taking all the load there is now a little set of half moon scuff marks where the bracket on the bottom of the appliance cut into the lino My poor new floor :'( Poor dad was mortified and thought he'd ruined my entire life - I am currently trying to work out if I can fix this disastor.
Number Two - once the fridge freezer was in place we begain to assemble the Ladder racks unit that we had there pre-flood - it has little adjustible feet - bad was trying to get the thing to stand level when my mum phoned with some suggestions on what to do with the lino - Dad accidently snaped the foot off of the ladder racks - but as loads of rust poured out of the thing this was hardly suprising. To say he was unhappy at this point would be putting it lightly.
Number three - in going to to see how dad was as he'd slunk off to make a replacement foot out of some off cuts of wood - obviously not adjustible, I managed to step on a thin metal tac which went right through the sole of my trainer and into the sole of my foot when the next second I trod on a small stone that forced it up into the rubber sole making it impossible to remove. Foot hurting and a pair of shoes rendured useless - you could say we are having a good day here today.
Today in the Snell-Pym nursery a.k.a Jeans bedroom Jean asked Mummy for a film so Mummy asked furfur if he could bring some films with him when he came to see us. He bought lots of fun DVD's with him including Life on Earth and other interesting things.
Jean chose a DVD and called it the people film it was Balamory and after five minutes of the first episode Mummy decided she wanted to mass murder the entire cast and blow up the pretty coloured houses. After Ten minutes Mummy started to irrasistably hum the theme tune. By the end of the first viewing Mummy was considering torture was - mayby - in this case justified.
Jean asked mummy to play it again and as she is still quiet sick Mummy agreed - Jean then watch it on loop for the entire afternoon! Mummy decided that a placated Jean was probably worth the mind rot the tune and simpicity of the programme wrought upon adults and decided that mass murdering the crew wasn't such a good idea. She did however decide that Balamory was prehapse the DVD she'd hide at the bottom of the stack - But Jean loved it so much that Mummy didn't have the heart to do it.
Balamory good for two year olds - suicide inducing in adults - this is my conclusion - I'll say this for them though - they really do cater well for their target audience and this is why Sarah is not a teatcher especially of the under tens! shudders
On the plus side I was clapping the rhythems each time the theme tune played and on about the seventh time I gave up as Jean wasn't clapping with me - But becuase I wasn't clapping it she did! And she got it right!
I think one episode at a time would be tollerable - sigh.