More Catching up, sorry

Monday, May 29, 2006

May Ball

Well Jethro’s placement finished and guess what? He returned to York to take the Pesky one to the May Ball. ‘Friends’ report that he was all over her. Els only saw him once, but was pretty upset that he was holding her like he used to hold Els. One of her friends did a bad thing, but did tell Els all about it, at least. She walked up to Jethro and the Pesky one and confronted him with ‘whaddya think yer doin?’ was going to turn on her heel but he feigned ignorance so she launched into a full frontal on how badly he’d handled the whole thing and how Els is so diminished etc. His response? ‘It’s been 6 weeks, and 2 months before that’.

Another Milestone if you ask me – she’s seen him with someone else, knows they’re sleeping together, so can move on – I trust. One more thought: good thing he doesn’t want a relationship then.

Monday, May 9, 2006

Nilz

Or
I did not have sex with that woman

There’s an unwritten Rule in Girly Student Logic at York. It says one never shags an ex-lover’s mate and one never shags an mate’s ex lover. Easy eh?

Oh bugger, it seems to have happened. Els is taking the lenient view that spending a night in a bed with someone does not necessarily mean that a shag took place. Her flatmates (well, obviously not the one in question…) don’t agree. It came out in a nasty pasty sort of convoluted way of girls talking and piecing together a story with confirmatory phone calls to the chief protagonists. Els flipped tho’ and called him a fucking knob (aptly enough I suppose), said I fuckin hate you etc. I feel this is a breakthrough, certainly an improvement on ‘if it’s meant to be…’

So looks like 4 and counting – in 3 weeks. Good thing he’s off on a placement next week. Or perhaps lock up your daughters in Norwich week

Meanwhile Els has got to the semi finals of a the county matchplay golf thing which is good, and something else to think about, between the sobbing etc. She’s also helping promote the college Ball and doing some filming so she’ll be bizzy enough

Monday, May 25, 2006

Plumbing and catheters

It was all my fault. I made Barney visit the doctor to get his prostate checked. He’s 50 after all and was weeing a bit slowly (well he’d be stalled in the stalls while 3 young chaps released great torrents and was beginning to worry that they’d think he was trying to catch a glimpse of their equipment). Better get it sorted out now while yer young and fit, said I. So he went to see a consultant who had a dickoscope or whatever they call them – a camera on a wire. He said he was waiting for his turn, with a book at the ready, wondering ‘where the hell’s she got to?’ when he remembered he was the patient now. Anyway they couldn’t check his prostate because there was an obstruction. Apparently when little boys fall of their bikes onto the crossbar, they can get injuries which lay down scar tissue that is a problem in Later Life. So the guy said all he needed to do was a bit of day surgery, snip a bit of scar tissue, then, with a bit of luck it would go ping like an elastic band and the camera could boldly go etc. That’s how I came to be driving him to hospital at 7 am, abandoning my golf team who were playing a crucial match in the afternoon so I’d be there when the hospital called me to collect him, then taking him a bunch of stuff when they decided to keep him in overnight. I was exhausted.

The next day I had to go to see the lymphoma team, but was home on time to collect him. The nurse showed him how to use a catheter, and he has instructions to use one every day for 6 weeks, then every other day for a further 6 weeks, then once a week for 3 months. So that’s 6 months of sticking a tube up his willy then, but at least the wee flows like a fountain again. I can confirm the other stuff’s fine too – a bit of a relief really, and I’ve told all my friends that now he’s had a re-bore I’ll stick with him hoho. The following day he went back to work, bright and cheery etc. At lunchtime I had a telephone call – he was shaking and needed to be brought home. One of the girls from work drove kindly brought him in his car and I took her back, which was brilliant. His temperature was 37.6 (‘ha! a mere bagatelle after my 38.4’ I didn’t cry!, what restraint)

So now barney knows a lot about Hospital Time, being a patient, urinary tract infections and a whole lot of other stuff that I’ve tried to communicate for some years now, sigh. It’ll make him a much better community pharmacist.

Monday, May 1, 2006

The Shag Pile

Els now calls Jethro a knob which is progress. Since they split he's shaggedthe very 2 girls she was concerned about ( the pesky hockey captain and her friend) and also the one from work who’s fancied him for ages. So now it seems the former lover has shagged 3 girls in the fortnight following The Break Up… So what was that about paranoia? Seems Els suspected the right ones to me.

She has spoken to him now:
'I thought it would make you hate me so it would be easier for you...' - so it's all her fault... now you can see the knob stuff. He actually did in a circuitous fashion enquire about what if they had a casual shag inadvertently one day - She said no chance outside of a relationship and he's blown that one. I was proud - she made all the points we'd rambled about, and more -she actually told him that she'd written him a letter enclosing a CD with relevant songs, but didn't send it since she'd done it for herself really. hoho. She also claimed her mate dan had got back with his ex and felt very bad next morning, like total shit. tee hee.
Her friends do seem to be treating this like a soap opera – what happens when you study TV I suppose. She sent me a text today saying she wished he'd be a bit more subtle cos people keep telling her who he's with etc, like she cares. seems to me he's the one that's mixed up. as she says -19yr old single male

Strangely the conversation made her feel better, because it showed they could speak to each other.
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