Thursday 30 July 2015

Baby Ethan, My Dysfunctional Knees & Losing 25% of My Wisdom

Mum, Ryan and I went to visit Liam, Ashleigh and Ethan on Monday. It was the first time I'd seen the little man since he was born, and he's so perfect! He's tiny and quiet and placid, and I love him already. Liam and Ashleigh were so cute too - they couldn't stop looking at their little boy, like he was a small miracle. He napped most of the time we were there, occasionally opening his eyes to peek out at everyone. It was so great to see him, and to see how well Ashleigh is looking.


My knees are still in pain after my collapse on Saturday (and probably from subsequently walking for miles on the same day, oops). I went to orthopaedics at the hospital on Tuesday and got an X-ray. Apparently my cartilage and bones are ok, and I have 'weak muscles'. I don't understand how, seeing as it's my actual knee that gives way and locks up and all the rest of it. But I'm willing to play ball and go to the physiotherapy I've been referred to. Anything that'll help the pain I'm in will be good.

This morning, I had my top right wisdom tooth removed. My dentist was really nice, and reassured me through the whole procedure (which was surprisingly quick). The numbing injections weren't too bad - what creeped me out the most was the nasty crunching sound I could hear as he pulled the tooth out. When he was done, I got up and was shaking uncontrollably because I am still pretty scared of the dentist, and I imagine the trauma of getting a tooth ripped out makes your body react weirdly. But I'm pleased with myself for going and getting it done, despite my fear. My mouth hurts a bit now, but I've had painkillers which has taken the edge off.

Sunday 26 July 2015

Prohibition Themes in Bristol


    Yesterday, Susie and I went on a fab day out to Bristol. At Temple Meads station, right at the beginning of the day, my left knee decided it would be a fantastic idea to give out again. It was so painful and I was just thankful that I had a nurse-in-training with me to make sure I would be able to stand up again. It was so distressing and embarrassing because the station was packed. A hot guy came over and asked me if I needed a hand getting up, or if I wanted him to call anyone. It was so sweet of him, but I was far too upset to take advantage of his kindness. I'm ok, but I can tell you my knee has now seized up fantastically and I can barely walk. Fab.

After finding painkillers, we walked to the centre via the cathedral, and found a chip shop called Catch-22, which I found absolutely hilarious. They do the nicest chips ever! We got a portion each and then chilled on the college green to eat them. It was a nice day - warm and sunny, but also with a nice cool breeze.


We visited the Bristol City Museum & Art Gallery, where I was immediately drawn to the Ancient Egypt section. They had canopic jars, which thrilled me. Elsewhere in the museum, they had cool things like: a Romani caravan; an angler fish that had washed ashore (I don't even know how an angler fish got to the surface without imploding, but he apparently did); and DINOSAURS. I love museums, they're so brilliant!



We walked all the way up to Clifton Village, which is a really posh part of Bristol. It was here that I spent a lot of time crying over beautiful townhouses that probably cost more than I'll ever earn in my life. The architecture is lovely around there. We stopped in a little dessert shop and had milkshake and a wonderful chocolate pie.

Feeling energised by our sweet snacks, we made our way over to the Clifton suspension bridge. I've lived a half-hour train ride away from Bristol for most of my life and I've never seen it in person. Standing on the bridge, looking out at the city on such a beautiful day, was really pleasant. I was getting the 'call of the void', though, and congratulate myself for not jumping off. It was nice to stand up there and have a chit-chat while watching the city go about its business. We spent a long while there, feeling the cool breeze and taking in the sunshine, and I'm glad I forced my aching knees to carry me up the steep hill to get there.



To get down to that main road in the bottom photo, Susie and I had to walk down a treacherous path known as 'The Zig Zag'; it's shaped, strangely, like a zig-zag and it's so steep. Honestly, we spent the whole trek down giggling nervously and convinced we'd end up falling off the path and breaking our necks. Great butt and thigh workout though!

Having walked all that way, we decided we deserved a drink so we strolled to a place on the waterfront called The Apple. It's a bar that sells cider, and some of the seating is on a boat! It was such a nice atmosphere there, watching people go by on their boats in the sunshine. After that, we moved on to The Old Duke, an old jazz pub where Susie's Dad used to play. The pub has such character, and a great band was playing (they were called J.C. Calloway & The Prohibition Jazz Band and they were fantastic). Susie was putting some make-up on in the loos and I'd mentioned how ridiculous my pale skin is; Susie said in a really blasé manner, "Do you want some lipgloss... Corpse?" and I couldn't even be mad because it was so funny.


We decided we were ready for some grub, and we were going to eat at a great pizzeria that Susie had been to before, but they didn't have tables until 8pm which was clearly ridiculous. So we walked over to Gloucester Road, an area full of artsy types and lots of brilliant graffiti, where there are loads of food places. However, we got waylaid by a bar called The Bootlegger - it's a Prohibition-themed bar with signature cocktails, good music, really friendly barmen, and they served some of my drinks in mason jars! It's such a cool place (and I've noticed there's a bit of a Prohibition theme going on here, which suits me fine).


We had dinner a few doors down from The Bootlegger, at an Italian restaurant called Amici (we were dead set on pizza at this point). The pizzas there were so fantastic! They were really rustic and tasted properly homemade, with the most delicious tomato sauce. And they were quite big too, so we soaked up the drinks we'd already had at this point, in order to make room for more cocktails of course!



When we got back to The Bootlegger, it was a lot more lively. There were so many well-dressed people there (including what looked like a birthday party of women dressed as flapper girls!) - lots of men in shirts and braces, which Susie and I loved. Amongst other drinks, I had the one in the photo above. It's a Dark & Stormy; I'm thrilled someone named a cocktail after my personality, plus it has ginger beer in it. It tastes pirate-y. My other favourite was Black/Dark Passion (I can't remember the adjective, lmao). It had fresh blackberries in it, so I pretended that that totally made it healthy. Live music was playing in the bar at this point, and they played bloody Miserlou from Pulp Fiction, it was so funny.

We managed to just about make the last train, and of course it was full of drunk people. It also became delayed because of another train stuck on the tracks; we had to take a big detour and then go backwards to stop at Chippenham before going home. It was such a pain in the ass and was really annoying me because I was so tired from all the walking and hilarity. However, there were some crazy drunk men in the next carriage who provided some entertainment. With no context, we heard the following (all said in broad Wiltshire accents):
  • "Oy listen, I just saved you from a WORLD of SHIT."
  • *slightly singing* "Cheeeeese on toast... Maaaarmalade on toast."
  • *after a long period of silence* "AARRRRRRRRRR!"
  • "I saved your life."
Susie and I were in fits of laughter over how ridiculous they were all being; it didn't help that all the yelling was slightly muffled as the carriage doors were shut. I finally got home at about 00:30, and slept gloriously.

Wednesday 22 July 2015

From My Bed of Pain

I'm stuck here for the day having just had surgery on my big toes. They have such large dressings on them that I look like I'm wearing huge marshmallows, it's pretty hilarious. The anaesthetic is wearing off though, so they'll soon be stinging away. The upside is that there's a 95% chance of me never getting an ingrown toenail again. Which I think is a fair enough exchange for a few days of pain and rest.

I am utterly dreading going to the dentist tomorrow morning, for a few reasons..
  1. I've not been to the dentist (apart from back in 2013 for my wisdom tooth blues) since I turned 18. That's a good 5 years of just winging it, which is dreadful.
  2. I'm scared of being told off by the dentist, because my old dentist (who was the last straw for me not going for so long) was so rude to me all of the time.
  3. I have a huge, inexplicable phobia of that hook-shaped scrape-y tool that the dentist uses to scratch and poke at your teeth - pretty sure it's called a scaler?? I was talking to my psychologist about it the other day and was actually sweating and shaking just thinking about it. Luckily, Caz is an angel and is coming with me for moral support (and to tell the dentist off if he's scary).
But the dentist's office I'm registered with is housed in a gorgeous Victorian building up in Old Town, so that cheers me up somewhat. At least I'll be in a pretty environment while I'm tortured with the hook-shaped scrape-y dentist tool.

It is 6 days until Ashleigh's due date, which means we'll soon be welcoming my new nephew into the world! I'm so excited to meet him - this year has been so crap in so many ways, but the thought of a new little life beginning is buoying me up. I made Ashleigh a gorgeous dark and white chocolate layer cake when Mum and I went to visit her last Sunday (and it was delicious, I have to say!) just to give her a lovely treat. We're all just hoping and praying that baby stays put until Liam gets back home on Friday!

I'm looking forward to the weekend because Susie and I are going to be having a brilliant day/evening out in Bristol. It'll be so much fun - I love Bristol, and haven't been (for leisure) in aaaages.