The Good, Bad and the Ugly...

I'll start with the good. Which is, that I may just have found myself the best guy on the planet. Nicklas turned up at school this morning with a beautiful rose for me. His reason was to apologize for being a grumpy sod, which he had been... But I would have been perfeclty happy for him to just stop being grumpy. Not that I'm complaining! I love getting flowers. Don't think that'll ever get boring. :)
Isn't it pretty? Yay! :)

Also on the good side, is that I think my cold is finally giving up! I'm starting to feel myself again. Took long enough!

Now to the bad and the ugly. Just had a call from the mechnic who is servicing my car today. A few weeks ago, we noticed that the hood on the car wouldn't close properly - or open for that matter. This can't be fixed other than, as I understand it, rebending the metal of the entire front of the car. This would be the bad.

The ugly would be the bastard who must have hit us while we were parked. We are quite sure that we are entirely innocent on this part. I have the nasty feeling that the insurance company aren't going to be all too fothcoming either. But it's worth a try. Don't even want to know how much this is going to cost! :(

Never mind... concentrate on the good for now :)

Flu season is here...

I am now on day seven of my cold. Yesterday I was all happy about feeling better... and then this morning my throat had once again swollen up like a balloon. Turns out half of our class is now in the same boat. Sorry!

And poor Pasco is still wearing the cone. Went to the vet to have the stitches taken out on Friday, but due to his chewing incident, the cone has to stay on for another six to ten days. Seeing as how I'm getting royally fed up with it, I can only imagine how he feels! Poor bastard.

Due to my illness very little has been happening I'm afraid. My internship starts on Monday. Woohoo! Scarry, but so looking forward to it. I really feel like I want to start working now... Being a student is great in some ways, but I find myself actually missing working life. Bet I'll regret saying that in, oh, a year's time or so. But for now - up, up and away!

Friday

Good day. Tired after severe lack of sleep, but otherwise good. Odd when you just can't sleep for no good reason. My poor Nicklas is home in bed with serious achy throat and stuffy head. Think I may have something of it in my system, but as usual it refuses to break out.

After the last few weeks' severe lack of stuff to do in school, we were delegated a little project for today and Monday. Terese and I have managed to finish it off very effectively and are now done for the week. Really quite proud of our result too.

Somewhat worried about the weather... Tomorrow I'm off with my dad for a day of sailing Briggen Tre Kronor. A huge rebuild of an old ship that's been doing the Tall Ship Race all Summer. Weather forecast says very strong winds and quite possibly rain. Not my favourite kind of weather, but at least there will be enough to keep us occupied.

So now I'm off home to try and find my cold and wet weather gear before picking my dad up to go to my brother's for the evening. Tomorrow is my nephew's birthday party, which we can't attend, so we thought we'd pop in for a pre-party visit. Happy, happy weekend :)

My Dog and His Cone

This weekend I sent my sweet little mutt to have his spurs removed. These are leftover toes used for nothing, hanging on by just a little skin and remnants of a former useful body part I'm sure. Removal, was done purely out of concern on my part. You see, I figure that it is better that they are cut off in a sterile enovironment, rather than that they were to get stuck in something and ripped off by accident. Ouch! Exactly.

So, the past few days have been fine. He is in no pain and happy as usual. He has however refused to wear his cone, and persist in taking it off as soon as it is put on. This lead to resignation on our part, and we let him lead his cone free life. However, this morning he took advantage. Just when he had arrived at day care, he was left unsupervised for a few minutes (no blame, mind you!). It did not take him long to realise his chance, and he chewed off the bandage on one foot, and persisted in also ripping out the three stitches. This left a nice open wound.

So instead of going to class today, I had to take Pasco back to the vet and pay once again to have them put another stich in him.

Now he is stuck with the darn cone, which gets stuck around every corner and in every bush, for another two weeks. All I can do really is give one big, heavy sigh, and put his picture out here. He does looks somewhat pathetic huh?

I Finally Know What's Wrong With Me!

It only took six years to get there, but I finally have it. My diagnosis. I know what's wrong with me! And for better or worse it's not IBS. Turns out what I have is Micorscopic Colitis. May heal or not, but now I'm on meds, which I'm hoping will be my magical cure. Otherwise I go on to a rather uncomfortable dose of cortisone. Watch me blow up! So, let's just hope that doesn't happen. Most extreme they chop out my insides, but I'm thinking that won't happen. It's not like I haven't survived with it for the past quarter of my life...