What's that hissing noise?

This week has been half term. Definitely not our best. J been ill nearly all week, I hurt my back on Weds and had quite a horrible time (but not as bad as last time) at the dentist yesterday and it has rained a lot.

Yesterday J felt well enough to go to the cinema after my dentist experience. We saw 'Edge of tomorrow' which was good. I just thought the aliens were a bit too nasty looking, sort of almost demonic.

Anyway when we got home and parked the car J said: 

'What's that noise?'
'Birds singing? Squirrels chattering? Neighbours talking?'
'No that hissing noise.'
Eeeek - hissing noise was air rushing out of tyre which had a jagged bit of metal stuck in it. 

So £300 to get tooth fixed and another £100 for new tyre. At least we managed to get home.

In a couple of days J has an MRI to check inside of his head is totally ok. I'm staying calm and just not thinking about any of the more serious possibilities.

Surprise result

Ok the same party that always gets in didn't get in. UKIP got in. Big surprise.

Time to vote

The other thing we did today was voted in the European Election. I always vote because I think of what some women went through just so I could vote. The only time I didn't was the day I was in labour although I was sorely tempted - giving birth in a polling station though...

Anyway I voted Christian People's Alliance. Not that it will probably make any difference because the same party always gets in here, but I feel I've made my point.

Head aches at the hospital

Talking of doctors J had an out-patient appointment yesterday re his headaches. Doctor wants him to have MRI just to make sure everything ok inside his head. She suggested his headaches might be a type of migraine as it runs in the family - as in me (very occasionally) and both my parents. She said she'd give him 42 Migraleve tablets to try so we handed in her prescription which clearly had '42' on it and waited an hour in pharmacy. I might be missing something but when we opened the bag at home I thought it was quite reasonable to expect there to be 42 tablets in it. Nope. 12 tablets. 2 tablets at start of headache = only 6 headaches worth. Phoned pharmacy 'It's our policy to only give out 12 because if you need more than that you need to see your doctor.' What? This isn't us buying some over the counter at Boots they were prescribed by a paediatrician and she said to have 42. I politely suggested it might have been nice to have actually mentioned it to us while we were there. 'Mmm, I see your point.'

Ok need to be thankful for doctors and medicines, I really do. Anyway he took 2 tablets yesterday and said it helped a bit so that's good.

Long time at the doctors

Today I was tired, it rained, P invigilated, J did Eng Lit 2 which went well. Poem they studued in revision session after school yesterday came up in exam. was I right to make him go or was I right?

We also took Mavis to the doctor. She had a pre op cataract assessment yesterday and they said her blood pressure was so low she was barely alive. Doctor took it again in both arms and it was a lot higher so it's a mystery. The problem with Mavis is when she gets to the doctors she tells them all her problems, even when the doctor was on the phone sorting out one problem she started telling her the next. Anyway she asked Mavis if they did blood tests at the hospital and she said 'Yes' so she said we could just sit outside while she phoned for the results. We sat outside next to the girl waiting to go in after us who was all smiley and friendly. After 5 minutes doctor came out and said 'They haven't got any results did they actually take blood out of your arm?' 'No, they tested my blood pressure like I said'. So back in, doctor wrote out form for blood tests, discussed Mavis going to 'Falls Clinic' - tried before didn't help, discussed how much tummy medicine she should take, doctor spent ages tracking down Mavis's records at orthotics clinic cos she thought she'd been there 2 years ago but it was actually 6, said she'd arrange another appointment there, did a repeat prescription for some other drugs, then she practically shooed us out. Girl sitting outside no longer smiley and friendly, almost glaring in fact.

J takes last minute revision to a whole new level

Me to J: 'Don't you think it's time you did some revision for your exam?'

J: 'Mum it's six hours until the exam, I don't need to start revising yet.'

What's the point of English?

Have had some seriously sunny weather lately. Sunday was really hot. Our church was meeting in a different room due to Art exams being held in our usual place. I nobly volunteered to sit outside to show people the way.

P's invigilating job still going well.

J's exams going well, he says. Even Eng Lit yesterday was ok. Second Eng Lit tomorrow. He actually went to after school revision session today (one of five in his class to turn up) and said he found it useful. After half term he'll have his biggie English Language exam then (hopefully) it's the end of English lessons for ever! More importantly for me it's the end of listening to moaning about English lessons. Bring it on. I mean, it's been nine years, nine whole years, of J hating English lessons. Nine years of 'I'm not going to school today cos I've got English'. Nine years of 'English is a boring stupid waste of time'. Nine years of 'what's the point of English?' (Always wonder if his Year 2 teacher had handled things a bit better perhaps...)

And what was my favourite and best subject at school? You've guessed it.

Just please pass these English exams J. Not sure any of us could cope with you taking them again.