Post 29
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
11th March 1999
Last night I could not sleep and I got up at 2am and watched some TV. I'm not sure why, perhaps the pressures of recent events has caused the sleeplessness? I don't know. Let's see what happens tonight. If it happens again, then perhaps that's my sub-conscious saying stuff them, let them rot in hell and let the ship sink?
……… Have I mentioned that I am starting hate myself for letting all this happen? I feel in some way this must be my fault. Perhaps I could have avoided the accidents. I don’t know. …….
Perhaps all this is punishment for something I’ve done, perhaps all this is meant to make me a stronger or better person? Only one person knows and he doesn’t talk to ordinary people like me.
Good night.
Post 31
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #29
Post 28
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
9th March 1999
I’ve been without pain for the previous 2-3 days. The week prior I did not hang out any washing. I did not do any dishes. I tried to limit physical activity. My lower back has been quite sore, but as long as I did not bend over using my lower back it was bearable. Although the pain in my arm has gone, the pain in my left ankle, skin and both knees has flared up. ……… The pain was only a 5 on the pain scale.
Woke up Monday morning to a tray of breakfast. Hubby had bought me breakfast in bed. I loved it. He had seen some roses in the garden, cut them and placed them in a vase and made breakfast. The roses were lovely and I must admit that I felt spoilt. ……. I did not drive the car for the last three days. I wonder if that has anything to with anything?
……… by Friday we were running out of clothes and my son was wearing size 3’s, which I had hanging in the wardrobe from my daughter. Tonight I have to go home and remove the rest of the clothes off the line. I left them there last night because I ran out of energy and was too sore to lift my arms above my head.
Since Tuesday last week, my back has been quite bad. In fact when I went to the Physio, he seemed amazed that I was still working even though I had kids. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Some people think I’m crazy to work and try and
cope, others think I’m crazy to give up work. For me the answer is simple. Without work, there is no money, without money there is no food or mortgage payments,
I was looking for job on the weekend and then thought who would want someone who is taking time off work all the time. Even though I try and make most of the appointments after hours, that is not always possible and then sometimes I can not make the times late enough. So I still have to take time off work. It’s a no win situation. I’ve realised I can’t get a new job, because I am unable to complete the tasks set. Either unable to or unable to stay the hours needed.
I am so pissed off.
Nobody seems to care and I am just the meat in the sandwich. PS – Did I tell you that the TAC say that if the Boss wants to get rid of me, he can and I don’t have a leg to stand on. Just my fucking luck.
Can anyone throw anymore garbage in my direction. I’m not buried alive yet.
I am in a severe hate mood and that hate is currently directed at myself.
…………..
Post 30
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
9th March 1999
I’ve been without pain for the previous 2-3 days. The week prior I did not hang out any washing. I did not do any dishes. I tried to limit physical activity. My lower back has been quite sore, but as long as I did not bend over using my lower back it was bearable. Although the pain in my arm has gone, the pain in my left ankle, skin and both knees has flared up. ……… The pain was only a 5 on the pain scale.
Woke up Monday morning to a tray of breakfast. Hubby had bought me breakfast in bed. I loved it. He had seen some roses in the garden, cut them and placed them in a vase and made breakfast. The roses were lovely and I must admit that I felt spoilt. ……. I did not drive the car for the last three days. I wonder if that has anything to with anything?
……… by Friday we were running out of clothes and my son was wearing size 3’s, which I had hanging in the wardrobe from my daughter. Tonight I have to go home and remove the rest of the clothes off the line. I left them there last night because I ran out of energy and was too sore to lift my arms above my head.
Since Tuesday last week, my back has been quite bad. In fact when I went to the Physio, he seemed amazed that I was still working even though I had kids. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Some people think I’m crazy to work and try and
cope, others think I’m crazy to give up work. For me the answer is simple. Without work, there is no money, without money there is no food or mortgage payments,
I was looking for job on the weekend and then thought who would want someone who is taking time off work all the time. Even though I try and make most of the appointments after hours, that is not always possible and then sometimes I can not make the times late enough. So I still have to take time off work. It’s a no win situation. I’ve realised I can’t get a new job, because I am unable to complete the tasks set. Either unable to or unable to stay the hours needed.
I am so pissed off.
Nobody seems to care and I am just the meat in the sandwich. PS – Did I tell you that the TAC say that if the Boss wants to get rid of me, he can and I don’t have a leg to stand on. Just my fucking luck.
Can anyone throw anymore garbage in my direction. I’m not buried alive yet.
I am in a severe hate mood and that hate is currently directed at myself.
…………..
Post 30
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Sunday, May 29, 2011
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Saturday, May 28, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #28
Post 27
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
5th March 1999
Now the bosses’ wife is saying I shouldn’t be making any phone calls from work regarding my personal life. I don’t have a problem with that. It was the way it was said and the venom that was behind it and the way it was directed at me. I believe as long as you don’t go overboard (maybe 1-2 calls a day) that it is perfectly okay to make personal phone calls. On the condition that they last no longer than 1-2 minutes and that they are not holding up other calls or keeping people waiting.
The boss’s wife yesterday, asked me to work on the factory floor and I said no, and
She then blamed the chiro, physio and doctor for the fact that I am not ‘better.’ She
also tried to say it was my fault for seeing them. She reckons that they are only in it for the money…………..
I feel like I am chasing a spectre around my body. It is hard to explain the pain when it keeps moving and the pain can feel so different depending on where it is located. In my arm it is throbbing and stabs constantly. In my back it just sits there like a monster, waiting for me to do something it doesn’t like and then it bites. In my shin it is a strong tingle………
After almost 12 months, I can understand how people get depressed and feel worthless. I am beginning to feel the same. Everywhere I look and everything I try to do reminds me of what I can no longer do or what I should be doing and can no more. It’s a horrible feeling and no matter how positive I try and be things are starting to get on top of me and I am starting feel useless.
Even just sitting ay my desk, makes me feel like crying with the pain.
Post 29
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
5th March 1999
Now the bosses’ wife is saying I shouldn’t be making any phone calls from work regarding my personal life. I don’t have a problem with that. It was the way it was said and the venom that was behind it and the way it was directed at me. I believe as long as you don’t go overboard (maybe 1-2 calls a day) that it is perfectly okay to make personal phone calls. On the condition that they last no longer than 1-2 minutes and that they are not holding up other calls or keeping people waiting.
The boss’s wife yesterday, asked me to work on the factory floor and I said no, and
She then blamed the chiro, physio and doctor for the fact that I am not ‘better.’ She
also tried to say it was my fault for seeing them. She reckons that they are only in it for the money…………..
I feel like I am chasing a spectre around my body. It is hard to explain the pain when it keeps moving and the pain can feel so different depending on where it is located. In my arm it is throbbing and stabs constantly. In my back it just sits there like a monster, waiting for me to do something it doesn’t like and then it bites. In my shin it is a strong tingle………
After almost 12 months, I can understand how people get depressed and feel worthless. I am beginning to feel the same. Everywhere I look and everything I try to do reminds me of what I can no longer do or what I should be doing and can no more. It’s a horrible feeling and no matter how positive I try and be things are starting to get on top of me and I am starting feel useless.
Even just sitting ay my desk, makes me feel like crying with the pain.
Post 29
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Friday, May 27, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #27
Post 25 & 26
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
26th February 1999
The Boss has just paid me a visit, some of his comments are as follows:-
1.Your body is a machine and if you can’t fix it then get rid of it or throw it out
2.You are not being fair to me
3.Jobs that were supposed to be out On Wednesday. Components have only just arrived. They have to be out today. It’s a challenge.
I noticed that the urn had blown up. I can only assume that because I was not there to fill it up when I have a cuppa, that no-one filled it up and therefore the heater coil blew.
The Boss also commented that it would appear that I’m not getting the support I need from doctors or whoever. I said to him “I’m not getting the support from you” that is when he quipped up about broken machinery.
How can you beat that sort of thinking?
………….. I can see how some people just get sick of it all and run away, not just metaphorically.
The Boss has really cut deep. Just thinking about this mess screws me up. I feel like crying all over again, just doing this. I still haven’t figured out whether it’s anger or whether I am frustrated at the world. I’m sure it’s both, but I need to figure it out.
Post 28
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
26th February 1999
The Boss has just paid me a visit, some of his comments are as follows:-
1.Your body is a machine and if you can’t fix it then get rid of it or throw it out
2.You are not being fair to me
3.Jobs that were supposed to be out On Wednesday. Components have only just arrived. They have to be out today. It’s a challenge.
I noticed that the urn had blown up. I can only assume that because I was not there to fill it up when I have a cuppa, that no-one filled it up and therefore the heater coil blew.
The Boss also commented that it would appear that I’m not getting the support I need from doctors or whoever. I said to him “I’m not getting the support from you” that is when he quipped up about broken machinery.
How can you beat that sort of thinking?
………….. I can see how some people just get sick of it all and run away, not just metaphorically.
The Boss has really cut deep. Just thinking about this mess screws me up. I feel like crying all over again, just doing this. I still haven’t figured out whether it’s anger or whether I am frustrated at the world. I’m sure it’s both, but I need to figure it out.
Post 28
Post 1 - The Beginning
Thursday, May 26, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #25 & #26
Post 24
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
5th February 1999
If I am working I can afford childcare………… If I’m not working I can’t afford childcare, yet I can’t look after the kids at home.
So will someone please offer a solution? …………………
Did I mention that on Sunday I vacuumed the dining room floor (all 10x10 foot) of it and my right arm was in agony on Monday.
………….
11th February 1999
For the first time that I can remember in a long time, I woke up yesterday without THE pain. I only realised when I went to turn the hot water tap on for my shower that my arm didn’t hurt.
I felt like a brand new person.
Unfortunately things did not stay that way, but perhaps there is light at the end of the tunnel.
…………. As stated previously I took yesterday off from work and spent the day in quiet activity.
The boss’s wife begged for me to come in after I’d seen the doctor, but I refused, because I knew what the day held in store.
What am I supposed to do?
………….
Post 27
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
5th February 1999
If I am working I can afford childcare………… If I’m not working I can’t afford childcare, yet I can’t look after the kids at home.
So will someone please offer a solution? …………………
Did I mention that on Sunday I vacuumed the dining room floor (all 10x10 foot) of it and my right arm was in agony on Monday.
………….
11th February 1999
For the first time that I can remember in a long time, I woke up yesterday without THE pain. I only realised when I went to turn the hot water tap on for my shower that my arm didn’t hurt.
I felt like a brand new person.
Unfortunately things did not stay that way, but perhaps there is light at the end of the tunnel.
…………. As stated previously I took yesterday off from work and spent the day in quiet activity.
The boss’s wife begged for me to come in after I’d seen the doctor, but I refused, because I knew what the day held in store.
What am I supposed to do?
………….
Post 27
Post 1 - The Beginning
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #24
Post 23
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
26th January 1999
I feel as though I have done both hamstrings. I woke up this morning feeling like this. Yesterday while walking on the pier for fishing. (see further along) I fell. The reason I fell was that my left knee buckled (gave way) and caused my ankle to collapse and of course I went down like a bag of shit. I’ve never fallen like this before. My knee just disappeared from underneath me and let go. Anyway I got up and continued on my way. Getting back to the fishing, every time (I mean EVERY time) we go anywhere near water and are staying the night. My husband stays with the kids and I go fishing. It’s an unwritten law. I fish, he minds the kids. This only happens of a night and only when we stay near water.
It’s bloody ridiculous.
Why am I being punished? I can not enjoy my family. I am missing out on everything. I can’t even walk to the end of the pier without taking arrest because either my side, shin or hips hurt. I can’t go for walks with the family. I can’t even go for a walk down to the bottom paddock.
I feel like a loser and a write-off. My husband keeps making allowances, but he is getting annoyed and I can’t say I blame him.
Who wants a wife who can’t enjoy her family and can’t even lift his children, let alone take them for a walk down the road or play with them or fly a kite. …………..
Post 25 & 26
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
26th January 1999
I feel as though I have done both hamstrings. I woke up this morning feeling like this. Yesterday while walking on the pier for fishing. (see further along) I fell. The reason I fell was that my left knee buckled (gave way) and caused my ankle to collapse and of course I went down like a bag of shit. I’ve never fallen like this before. My knee just disappeared from underneath me and let go. Anyway I got up and continued on my way. Getting back to the fishing, every time (I mean EVERY time) we go anywhere near water and are staying the night. My husband stays with the kids and I go fishing. It’s an unwritten law. I fish, he minds the kids. This only happens of a night and only when we stay near water.
It’s bloody ridiculous.
Why am I being punished? I can not enjoy my family. I am missing out on everything. I can’t even walk to the end of the pier without taking arrest because either my side, shin or hips hurt. I can’t go for walks with the family. I can’t even go for a walk down to the bottom paddock.
I feel like a loser and a write-off. My husband keeps making allowances, but he is getting annoyed and I can’t say I blame him.
Who wants a wife who can’t enjoy her family and can’t even lift his children, let alone take them for a walk down the road or play with them or fly a kite. …………..
Post 25 & 26
Post 1 - The Beginning
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #23
Post 22
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
21st January 1999
What do I do? Where do I turn? It seems every corner I turn creates more problems. Doctors, Chiros’s, Physio’s say take it easy.
How the hell am I meant to take it easy, if I can’t manage the things I normally do? I have no-one to help me, no-one to pick up the kids, cook meals, wash clothes or hang out the washing. I would love to be able to rest, ……. But the old story, If I don’t do it who will?
………. People think that I am lazy, people think I am putting on an act. If I was putting on an act, would I be trying to continue on with life as normal as possible?
……… After a week off the house is starting to look reasonable, but next week it will be back to where it was before.
Post 24 - if link not working - please wait for 12 hours - comes up 8am Melb time daily until finished :(
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
21st January 1999
What do I do? Where do I turn? It seems every corner I turn creates more problems. Doctors, Chiros’s, Physio’s say take it easy.
How the hell am I meant to take it easy, if I can’t manage the things I normally do? I have no-one to help me, no-one to pick up the kids, cook meals, wash clothes or hang out the washing. I would love to be able to rest, ……. But the old story, If I don’t do it who will?
………. People think that I am lazy, people think I am putting on an act. If I was putting on an act, would I be trying to continue on with life as normal as possible?
……… After a week off the house is starting to look reasonable, but next week it will be back to where it was before.
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Post 1 - The Beginning
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #22
Post 21
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
16th January 1999
We’ve been at Phillip Island since Friday night. It’s been pleasant but not enjoyable. We went out for dinner tonight because hubby said he felt like spoiling us. We found a nice restaurant, sat down and ordered our meals. We got our meals and started to eat. I picked up my glass for a drink. The glass slipped from my hand onto the plate with an almighty crash.
My hand had decided to cancel the drink and dropped the glass.
That would not generally bother me, but some mongrel decided to comment that the place was turning into a ‘Coles' cafeteria. You don’t think that made me feel small?
I felt like standing up and yelling at the top of my voice the exact circumstances and why it had happened. Instead I calmly got up, cleaned up the mess and went outside. I felt humiliated. Some people have no compassion including the waitress who that I had thrown the glass.
She came over to the table and asked if everything was okay and feeling embarrassed I said, “Yes, It’s just me”
On the way outside, I found the waitress and gave her a summary of events and apologised. While I was outside, the waitress approached hubby and apologised. It still makes me feel like a heel.
………. every breathe hurts. I don’t know why.
……….. Like always I just want my life back, pain free.
Good night
Post 23
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
16th January 1999
We’ve been at Phillip Island since Friday night. It’s been pleasant but not enjoyable. We went out for dinner tonight because hubby said he felt like spoiling us. We found a nice restaurant, sat down and ordered our meals. We got our meals and started to eat. I picked up my glass for a drink. The glass slipped from my hand onto the plate with an almighty crash.
My hand had decided to cancel the drink and dropped the glass.
That would not generally bother me, but some mongrel decided to comment that the place was turning into a ‘Coles' cafeteria. You don’t think that made me feel small?
I felt like standing up and yelling at the top of my voice the exact circumstances and why it had happened. Instead I calmly got up, cleaned up the mess and went outside. I felt humiliated. Some people have no compassion including the waitress who that I had thrown the glass.
She came over to the table and asked if everything was okay and feeling embarrassed I said, “Yes, It’s just me”
On the way outside, I found the waitress and gave her a summary of events and apologised. While I was outside, the waitress approached hubby and apologised. It still makes me feel like a heel.
………. every breathe hurts. I don’t know why.
……….. Like always I just want my life back, pain free.
Good night
Post 23
Post 1 - The Beginning
Sunday, May 22, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #22
Post 21
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
Sometime in November 1998
(got lost in and posted out of order) not even sure of date, other than November.
…….. My leg has been pretty good for nearly a month. It gives me twinges occasionally, but not like it has in the past.
My whole right side has been the worst. At times my breathing has been affected. My bra has been giving me the shits and my back when I stand is stiff and makes me look like and old woman.
One good thing is that the boss has stayed off my back. It has been like a dream. The only problem is that the TAC were supposed to be sending paperwork regarding time off and it was supposed to be sent to work. The paperwork has turned up. There are two reasons for this and that could that it has been sent and the boss is hiding it OR that the TAC have not sent it. Take your pick.
We had to buy water last week. At least we had the money for it.
A couple of days ago, my blood pressure was up the creek. I went to get into the shower and I was in the middle of shampooing my hair (Hubby wasn’t home) Anyway, because my blood pressure was low, I didn’t know if I was going to throw up or pass out. I ended up sitting on the floor of the shower to get the shampoo out of my hair. I managed that. I managed to stand up and turn the water off. I got out of the shower and managed somehow to get back to the bedroom and crawl into bed. I shut my eyes and prayed it would go away. It took nearly an hour. In that time the kids were having a party, eating sweet biscuits and watching TV. I managed to get the kids to school and crèche (late) but since then things have been going down hill. The pain levels have increased and today has been the worst.
What am I meant to do? Hubby’s in the middle of his busy period and with me being like this is a noose around his neck. If I call him and ask for help, he is often out installing and can’t help.
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
Sometime in November 1998
(got lost in and posted out of order) not even sure of date, other than November.
…….. My leg has been pretty good for nearly a month. It gives me twinges occasionally, but not like it has in the past.
My whole right side has been the worst. At times my breathing has been affected. My bra has been giving me the shits and my back when I stand is stiff and makes me look like and old woman.
One good thing is that the boss has stayed off my back. It has been like a dream. The only problem is that the TAC were supposed to be sending paperwork regarding time off and it was supposed to be sent to work. The paperwork has turned up. There are two reasons for this and that could that it has been sent and the boss is hiding it OR that the TAC have not sent it. Take your pick.
We had to buy water last week. At least we had the money for it.
A couple of days ago, my blood pressure was up the creek. I went to get into the shower and I was in the middle of shampooing my hair (Hubby wasn’t home) Anyway, because my blood pressure was low, I didn’t know if I was going to throw up or pass out. I ended up sitting on the floor of the shower to get the shampoo out of my hair. I managed that. I managed to stand up and turn the water off. I got out of the shower and managed somehow to get back to the bedroom and crawl into bed. I shut my eyes and prayed it would go away. It took nearly an hour. In that time the kids were having a party, eating sweet biscuits and watching TV. I managed to get the kids to school and crèche (late) but since then things have been going down hill. The pain levels have increased and today has been the worst.
What am I meant to do? Hubby’s in the middle of his busy period and with me being like this is a noose around his neck. If I call him and ask for help, he is often out installing and can’t help.
My Favourite Photos of the week
Taken by me for your enjoyment!
A pair of Butterflies 25th January 2011
A pair of Butterflies 25th January 2011
A pair of Butterflies 25th January 2011
A pair of Butterflies 25th January 2011 Please DO NOT copy any photos on this blog - without my express written permission
Saturday, May 21, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #21
Post 20
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
31st December 1998
Want to fell a fireball? Try my back. It is very painful. I’ve been to the doctors today and he confirms what I thought. Which is all muscle related. (Try and tell me that again)
My right wrist is agonisingly sore, along with my entire right arm and my left arm is also very sore. Last night after I eventually sat down, after about 1 hour. I could not use either arm without considerable effort and pain.
This morning my back was painful and did not seem to ease until I had my shower. It’s going to be fun in high summer, when water is a problem. I won’t be able to shower every day, so how can I start the day?
Emotionally I feel totally drained and still can not believe that a similar thing has happened AGAIN and that I am affected in almost the same way.
……….. My life is the pits and I’m getting sick of trying to cope with everything that is going wrong. ………. I know I said earlier that emotionally that I am a wreck, every time I have to speak to people about something that requires a decisions that I shake and that I have trouble dealing with day to day issues. I mean I rang the TAC and the health Commission and that while I was on the phone to them that I shook the entire time. When I was trying to organise the hire car and simple questions of how long do you want the car sent me into a tailspin. Sitting back now, I should have known that a period of 2 weeks should have been the minimum and yet I could not even make that decision and had to ring them back after I spoke to hubby. I feel pathetic. I mean how will I cope when I go back to work? If a simple question like that is going to throw me?
Post 22
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
31st December 1998
Want to fell a fireball? Try my back. It is very painful. I’ve been to the doctors today and he confirms what I thought. Which is all muscle related. (Try and tell me that again)
My right wrist is agonisingly sore, along with my entire right arm and my left arm is also very sore. Last night after I eventually sat down, after about 1 hour. I could not use either arm without considerable effort and pain.
This morning my back was painful and did not seem to ease until I had my shower. It’s going to be fun in high summer, when water is a problem. I won’t be able to shower every day, so how can I start the day?
Emotionally I feel totally drained and still can not believe that a similar thing has happened AGAIN and that I am affected in almost the same way.
……….. My life is the pits and I’m getting sick of trying to cope with everything that is going wrong. ………. I know I said earlier that emotionally that I am a wreck, every time I have to speak to people about something that requires a decisions that I shake and that I have trouble dealing with day to day issues. I mean I rang the TAC and the health Commission and that while I was on the phone to them that I shook the entire time. When I was trying to organise the hire car and simple questions of how long do you want the car sent me into a tailspin. Sitting back now, I should have known that a period of 2 weeks should have been the minimum and yet I could not even make that decision and had to ring them back after I spoke to hubby. I feel pathetic. I mean how will I cope when I go back to work? If a simple question like that is going to throw me?
Post 22
Post 1 - The Beginning
Friday, May 20, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #20
Post 18-19
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
30th December 1998
…………. Both elbows, knees, left ankle, left leg and right side of my back are very sore and tender. In fact my back on the right side is hotter than the left and it’s uncomfortable sitting in the drivers seat. The pain I am feeling down my elbow and knees is stabbing and inconsistent. My right arm is strapped from the elbow to the wrist, which improves things dramatically. I am having some pain in my upper right arm, which was strapped earlier in the day, but I found it too painful to touch, so removed the strapping, which made things less painful but it is still sore with my shirt touching it.
When I drive the car near home (unmade roads) I find that the rough surfaces causes my left ankle dramatically increased pain levels.
We were supposed to have a BBQ at our place tomorrow night, but it has been cancelled by hubby because he is afraid I won’t cope. I know he is right, but I am disappointed. ………… he is not being nasty, he is just trying to come to terms with everything and I think having great difficulty in doing so…………
Post 21
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
30th December 1998
…………. Both elbows, knees, left ankle, left leg and right side of my back are very sore and tender. In fact my back on the right side is hotter than the left and it’s uncomfortable sitting in the drivers seat. The pain I am feeling down my elbow and knees is stabbing and inconsistent. My right arm is strapped from the elbow to the wrist, which improves things dramatically. I am having some pain in my upper right arm, which was strapped earlier in the day, but I found it too painful to touch, so removed the strapping, which made things less painful but it is still sore with my shirt touching it.
When I drive the car near home (unmade roads) I find that the rough surfaces causes my left ankle dramatically increased pain levels.
We were supposed to have a BBQ at our place tomorrow night, but it has been cancelled by hubby because he is afraid I won’t cope. I know he is right, but I am disappointed. ………… he is not being nasty, he is just trying to come to terms with everything and I think having great difficulty in doing so…………
Post 21
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Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #18 & #19
Post 16-17
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
31st October 1998
………. Son kicked me in the shin today……….. I can’t believe that something so simple could cause so much pain. It’s been horrible……….. The pain is lingering and did not go away, even with pain killers.
Not Wednesday just gone, but the previous Wednesday, did I mention that we couldn’t afford new tyres? We don’t lead a luxurious lifestyle in fact almost pauper like. We do not go out for dinner, we do not buy clothes and only buy shoes when necessary. Yet we can barely afford to eat let alone afford things like new tyres, car services or extra medical costs. The government doesn’t care about people like us, people who work hard for their money and retirement. They only care you are paying enough taxes.
10th December 1998
It’s that time again, time for me to tell you how crap I feel and the fact that other people know how bad I’m feeling just by looking at me.
Would you believe today was pretty bad? As you can read it start last night and definitely did not improve. On of the first people I saw today. The lady at the milkbar, took one look at me and told me to go home as I would be no good at work. I should have listened. By 9am I was feeling so crook that I rang my husbands partner at home and asked him to bring the strongest painkillers he could find. Do you think he remembered?
Anyway by lunchtime I had two choices, either go home (having no car made that pretty difficult) or go to the chemist and get something for the pain. I opted for the 2nd option. …………. So far I’ve taken 6 and do not want to take anymore. Although they stop the pain, I am afraid of damaging my kidneys or liver. I’ve been popping pills for so long now that it is ridiculous. I do not now how long this can go on for.
Post 20
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
31st October 1998
………. Son kicked me in the shin today……….. I can’t believe that something so simple could cause so much pain. It’s been horrible……….. The pain is lingering and did not go away, even with pain killers.
Not Wednesday just gone, but the previous Wednesday, did I mention that we couldn’t afford new tyres? We don’t lead a luxurious lifestyle in fact almost pauper like. We do not go out for dinner, we do not buy clothes and only buy shoes when necessary. Yet we can barely afford to eat let alone afford things like new tyres, car services or extra medical costs. The government doesn’t care about people like us, people who work hard for their money and retirement. They only care you are paying enough taxes.
10th December 1998
It’s that time again, time for me to tell you how crap I feel and the fact that other people know how bad I’m feeling just by looking at me.
Would you believe today was pretty bad? As you can read it start last night and definitely did not improve. On of the first people I saw today. The lady at the milkbar, took one look at me and told me to go home as I would be no good at work. I should have listened. By 9am I was feeling so crook that I rang my husbands partner at home and asked him to bring the strongest painkillers he could find. Do you think he remembered?
Anyway by lunchtime I had two choices, either go home (having no car made that pretty difficult) or go to the chemist and get something for the pain. I opted for the 2nd option. …………. So far I’ve taken 6 and do not want to take anymore. Although they stop the pain, I am afraid of damaging my kidneys or liver. I’ve been popping pills for so long now that it is ridiculous. I do not now how long this can go on for.
Post 20
Post 1 - The Beginning
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #16 & #17
Post 14-15
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
19th October 1998
………. Today was a bitch. It started with the boss and him crowing like a rooster at the fact he completed a task that should have been done 6 months ago and then expects me to finish it along with getting product out as quickly as possible. While trying to do both, the bloody photocopier decided it was fireworks time and blew up (literally) The bloody thing went pop like a gun in the distance and then proceeded to smoke and smell the place up. Right in the middle of a job. The funny thing was that the noise made me jump and my leg and arm ached horribly for about two hours afterwards. The other thing was that I was shaking like a leaf until after lunch. I think the noise reminded me of the accident. I’m not sure. All I know is that I was scared and the sensation in my arm and leg scared me also.
22nd October 1998
Today my back has been really sore. Sitting all day seems to aggravate it as well as driving an automatic (borrowed from a friend) I haven’t paid for the tyres of service because I don’t have the money. We are waiting for the money to come through from the insurance so we can pay off some bills………….
Post 18-19
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
19th October 1998
………. Today was a bitch. It started with the boss and him crowing like a rooster at the fact he completed a task that should have been done 6 months ago and then expects me to finish it along with getting product out as quickly as possible. While trying to do both, the bloody photocopier decided it was fireworks time and blew up (literally) The bloody thing went pop like a gun in the distance and then proceeded to smoke and smell the place up. Right in the middle of a job. The funny thing was that the noise made me jump and my leg and arm ached horribly for about two hours afterwards. The other thing was that I was shaking like a leaf until after lunch. I think the noise reminded me of the accident. I’m not sure. All I know is that I was scared and the sensation in my arm and leg scared me also.
22nd October 1998
Today my back has been really sore. Sitting all day seems to aggravate it as well as driving an automatic (borrowed from a friend) I haven’t paid for the tyres of service because I don’t have the money. We are waiting for the money to come through from the insurance so we can pay off some bills………….
Post 18-19
Post 1 - The Beginning
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #14 & #15
Post 13
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
1st October 1998
I’ve just rung medicare and they say that I definitely rang them on the 2nd September 1998 and requested a statement, they said I should have received it by now and are sending another, which I should receive my Friday. I then have to send it attention Lorraine and she will send it to TAC and then things get sent in circles until everyone is happy that I am well and truly confused. I don’t know how people can stay on TAC and rip the system off, if they are required to go through this bullshit all the time. I know I am finding it difficult to deal with bureaucracy and the garbage associated with it. I don’t know how people do it. Anyway, let’s see what happens now.
12th October 1998
………… I really wish all this would go away and I could get on with my life. I just want to be able to do what I want when I want and not worry about whether I will end up piking out or not. This is ridiculous, why did this have to happen to me and why am I so sore when it has been five months and things should be well and truly better by now?
Post 16-17
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
1st October 1998
I’ve just rung medicare and they say that I definitely rang them on the 2nd September 1998 and requested a statement, they said I should have received it by now and are sending another, which I should receive my Friday. I then have to send it attention Lorraine and she will send it to TAC and then things get sent in circles until everyone is happy that I am well and truly confused. I don’t know how people can stay on TAC and rip the system off, if they are required to go through this bullshit all the time. I know I am finding it difficult to deal with bureaucracy and the garbage associated with it. I don’t know how people do it. Anyway, let’s see what happens now.
12th October 1998
………… I really wish all this would go away and I could get on with my life. I just want to be able to do what I want when I want and not worry about whether I will end up piking out or not. This is ridiculous, why did this have to happen to me and why am I so sore when it has been five months and things should be well and truly better by now?
Post 16-17
Post 1 - The Beginning
Monday, May 16, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #13
Post 12
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
1st September 1998
Yesterday my back was okay, although my arm and shoulder were very tender. I went to pick up my son at crèche and found that I had no strength in my right arm. Other than that everything was okay.
Today, my shin is touch tender and forced me to turn off the fan in the car and hitch up my pants leg and try to alleviate the pain that way.
……. The thing that is really pissing me off about all this, is that the doctor seems to think that I am bull-shitting and like I’ve mentioned previously, when no external damage is visible, why should people believe that you are ‘sick’? People can have sympathy for people with scarring, injuries and bandages. Just like mental illness, when the illness is not visible, then it can’t be a problem.
Trying sitting in my shoes and not being able to lift firewood without pain. Not being able to feed the animals without pain and not being able to stand at the sink and wash the dishes without pain or push the vacuum around without pain. It is tiring and why should people believe you, when you continue as best you can, just to get things done. I am getting on with life, but with a few limitations. Tell the goat not to pull to the left when you need it to go right to go to bed. Try telling your son not to nick off and have you chase him. Tell the chooks not to eat food so that you don’t have to fill up the feeders and while you’re at it why not sell the horses that you don’t have to lift the hay to feed them? How’s that for giving up?
Enough bullshit. I’ve got work to do.
Post 14 & 15
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
1st September 1998
Yesterday my back was okay, although my arm and shoulder were very tender. I went to pick up my son at crèche and found that I had no strength in my right arm. Other than that everything was okay.
Today, my shin is touch tender and forced me to turn off the fan in the car and hitch up my pants leg and try to alleviate the pain that way.
……. The thing that is really pissing me off about all this, is that the doctor seems to think that I am bull-shitting and like I’ve mentioned previously, when no external damage is visible, why should people believe that you are ‘sick’? People can have sympathy for people with scarring, injuries and bandages. Just like mental illness, when the illness is not visible, then it can’t be a problem.
Trying sitting in my shoes and not being able to lift firewood without pain. Not being able to feed the animals without pain and not being able to stand at the sink and wash the dishes without pain or push the vacuum around without pain. It is tiring and why should people believe you, when you continue as best you can, just to get things done. I am getting on with life, but with a few limitations. Tell the goat not to pull to the left when you need it to go right to go to bed. Try telling your son not to nick off and have you chase him. Tell the chooks not to eat food so that you don’t have to fill up the feeders and while you’re at it why not sell the horses that you don’t have to lift the hay to feed them? How’s that for giving up?
Enough bullshit. I’ve got work to do.
Post 14 & 15
Post 1 - The Beginning
Sunday, May 15, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #12
Post 11
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
27th August 1998
Wonderful morning (Hypocritical)
The body is fine, but I get the sneaking suspicion I am not meant to go to work today………….
Guess what? Even after leaving home 30 minutes late. I still made it to work on time.
Beat that!
This morning to wake me up, hubby grabbed my legs just above the ankles and he sure had my attention! The pain was unbelievable. It was so sharp and sudden. As soon as he let go it disappeared.
I was speaking to the Chiro last night and said to him what the Doctor has said. He could not believe it and asked in what sense? Was I joking? I said no. he had made a diagnosis and had referred me to a pain management clinic.
The Chiro said perhaps the doctor was having a bad day and that was to blame. The Chiro says there is no way I am a hypochondriac, if anything I probably need to slow down at times.
I mean like I said to the chiro, who do I believe, my body, my mind or a doctor who sees me only when I can go no further?
Post 13
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
27th August 1998
Wonderful morning (Hypocritical)
The body is fine, but I get the sneaking suspicion I am not meant to go to work today………….
Guess what? Even after leaving home 30 minutes late. I still made it to work on time.
Beat that!
This morning to wake me up, hubby grabbed my legs just above the ankles and he sure had my attention! The pain was unbelievable. It was so sharp and sudden. As soon as he let go it disappeared.
I was speaking to the Chiro last night and said to him what the Doctor has said. He could not believe it and asked in what sense? Was I joking? I said no. he had made a diagnosis and had referred me to a pain management clinic.
The Chiro said perhaps the doctor was having a bad day and that was to blame. The Chiro says there is no way I am a hypochondriac, if anything I probably need to slow down at times.
I mean like I said to the chiro, who do I believe, my body, my mind or a doctor who sees me only when I can go no further?
Post 13
Post 1 - The Beginning
My Favourite Photos of the week
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Cloud Angel 2nd January 2011
The ship known as the "Black Pearl" taken whilst in Apollo Bay Harbour on a lay over 26th January 2011
The ship known as the "Black Pearl" taken whilst in Apollo Bay Harbour on a lay over 26th January 2011
The ship known as the "Black Pearl" taken whilst in Apollo Bay Harbour on a lay over 26th January 2011
Cloud Angel 2nd January 2011
The ship known as the "Black Pearl" taken whilst in Apollo Bay Harbour on a lay over 26th January 2011
The ship known as the "Black Pearl" taken whilst in Apollo Bay Harbour on a lay over 26th January 2011
The ship known as the "Black Pearl" taken whilst in Apollo Bay Harbour on a lay over 26th January 2011Please DO NOT copy any photos on this blog - without my express written permission
Saturday, May 14, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #11
Post 10
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
20th August 1998
…….. I went to the doctors about 2 weeks ago and he has referred me to an orthopaedic surgeon, but what is the use? When I can can’t get my idiot of a boss to sign the TAC paperwork. I asked him again yesterday morning and his response word for word was “I don’t tell you what to do in your spare time” I think this means get off my back. But shit I have been patient, some mornings I can barely walk. I pop a few pills and after ½ hour feel able to get out of bed. I know that if I tell him he would find a reason to finish me up. I need this job.
……….. Right now I have pain in my forearm, just over my wrist, which is quite sort and I am positive that is has nothing to do with computer work.
My daughter is starting to feel left out and is acting accordingly, she is acting the role of spoilt brat and claiming that no one loves her and that she never gets anything and that we don’t care. I have a sneaking suspicion that this may be related to the accident and the fact that I can’t do as many things with her as I used to before and the fact that I am as grumpy as hell probably doesn’t help either. ……………..
Post 12
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
20th August 1998
…….. I went to the doctors about 2 weeks ago and he has referred me to an orthopaedic surgeon, but what is the use? When I can can’t get my idiot of a boss to sign the TAC paperwork. I asked him again yesterday morning and his response word for word was “I don’t tell you what to do in your spare time” I think this means get off my back. But shit I have been patient, some mornings I can barely walk. I pop a few pills and after ½ hour feel able to get out of bed. I know that if I tell him he would find a reason to finish me up. I need this job.
……….. Right now I have pain in my forearm, just over my wrist, which is quite sort and I am positive that is has nothing to do with computer work.
My daughter is starting to feel left out and is acting accordingly, she is acting the role of spoilt brat and claiming that no one loves her and that she never gets anything and that we don’t care. I have a sneaking suspicion that this may be related to the accident and the fact that I can’t do as many things with her as I used to before and the fact that I am as grumpy as hell probably doesn’t help either. ……………..
Post 12
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The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #10
Post 9
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
15th August 1998
I am sick of writing, I am sick of the pain.
The world in general is pissing me off. I want this over and done with. I can’t mow the lawns. I can’t do many things I want to because of the pain.
I keep forgetting things………..
The pain over the two weeks has been at it’s worst since all this started.
My whole right side feels like a red hot poker most of the day and the cramps are back in style.
Sometimes they even hit whilst I’m in bed in the middle of the night and are so severe they keep me awake waiting for the pain to strike again. This is the worst part, waiting for the pain.
……… The insurance company still hasn’t settled the claim for the hire car and I don’t know if they ever will.
The only reason I keep this diary is because it helps me deal with the emotional side of things. I can get all my frustration out on paper.
Last Wednesday I went to the doctors again and explained again how I was feeling and that perhaps the Chiro is not fixing the problem and that further investigation may be warranted. I say this because week-to-week things do not seem to be improving and I want my life back.
I still can’t vacuum and on to of that I am forgetting things left right and centre.
Post 11
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
15th August 1998
I am sick of writing, I am sick of the pain.
The world in general is pissing me off. I want this over and done with. I can’t mow the lawns. I can’t do many things I want to because of the pain.
I keep forgetting things………..
The pain over the two weeks has been at it’s worst since all this started.
My whole right side feels like a red hot poker most of the day and the cramps are back in style.
Sometimes they even hit whilst I’m in bed in the middle of the night and are so severe they keep me awake waiting for the pain to strike again. This is the worst part, waiting for the pain.
……… The insurance company still hasn’t settled the claim for the hire car and I don’t know if they ever will.
The only reason I keep this diary is because it helps me deal with the emotional side of things. I can get all my frustration out on paper.
Last Wednesday I went to the doctors again and explained again how I was feeling and that perhaps the Chiro is not fixing the problem and that further investigation may be warranted. I say this because week-to-week things do not seem to be improving and I want my life back.
I still can’t vacuum and on to of that I am forgetting things left right and centre.
Post 11
Post 1 - The Beginning
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #9
Post 8
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
8th August 1998
I went to the Chiro’s again yesterday. I was feeling absolutely terrible. I had missed an appointment the night previous, which like the chiro said was very unlike me. When I think about it I was really only concentrating on getting the kids and going home. I was not worried about anything else. The pain was too severe.
……… I think I may be pushing myself too hard, but the house is a mess. My life is a mess and I must get going and force the pain away. I feel like a malingerer, but I know the pain is real. The boss at work is pretty unsympathetic and only cares that I turn up at work on time.
……… Currently my whole right are feels as if it is on fire and my right hand side of my ribs is very sore and causing a lot of discomfort. My right arm and hand feel a little numb, although I have full movement.
……… Driving the car is an experience in itself. I am glad that the car has power steering………. The effort of holding my hand at 2 o’clock on the steering wheel is beyond explanation and pressing the clutch peddle sends waves of pain through both hips and radiating up my back and down both legs. What can I do? I can not afford a new car and an older smaller car would be harder to manage and more expensive to maintain.
The medication that I am on does not seem to help much and I find that I am also taking panadeine forte on occasions to try and get some sleep at night. SLEEP is a word that I am finding harder and harder to enjoy………..
Last night my son must have had a sore belly and was screaming and carrying on. Hubby and I thought that he may settle if we put him in bed with us. In the end I threatened him with ‘shut up or I will thump you’ referring to my son and his screaming. I was absolutely exhausted. What can I do?
……… I do not know if I can cope with much more. When I get home there is kid feeding and bathing and bed time stories and meals to be cooked and housework to be done. Hubby is not home until almost bedtime because of work and I am left to cope on my own. It’s not his fault.
I have trouble speaking to people about these things because people do not understand. They can not understand the pain and the emotional problems associated with an accident where there is no injury visible.
I feel so helpless…………..
I feel so tired all the time and my energy levels are non-existent.
I have just read what I have written, some of it raved a little bit, but like I said I can’t talk to people and find that writing things down, the words flow and the emotions flow with it. Making for a somewhat broken but true explanation of how I’m feeling and doing in life.
Post 10
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
8th August 1998
I went to the Chiro’s again yesterday. I was feeling absolutely terrible. I had missed an appointment the night previous, which like the chiro said was very unlike me. When I think about it I was really only concentrating on getting the kids and going home. I was not worried about anything else. The pain was too severe.
……… I think I may be pushing myself too hard, but the house is a mess. My life is a mess and I must get going and force the pain away. I feel like a malingerer, but I know the pain is real. The boss at work is pretty unsympathetic and only cares that I turn up at work on time.
……… Currently my whole right are feels as if it is on fire and my right hand side of my ribs is very sore and causing a lot of discomfort. My right arm and hand feel a little numb, although I have full movement.
……… Driving the car is an experience in itself. I am glad that the car has power steering………. The effort of holding my hand at 2 o’clock on the steering wheel is beyond explanation and pressing the clutch peddle sends waves of pain through both hips and radiating up my back and down both legs. What can I do? I can not afford a new car and an older smaller car would be harder to manage and more expensive to maintain.
The medication that I am on does not seem to help much and I find that I am also taking panadeine forte on occasions to try and get some sleep at night. SLEEP is a word that I am finding harder and harder to enjoy………..
Last night my son must have had a sore belly and was screaming and carrying on. Hubby and I thought that he may settle if we put him in bed with us. In the end I threatened him with ‘shut up or I will thump you’ referring to my son and his screaming. I was absolutely exhausted. What can I do?
……… I do not know if I can cope with much more. When I get home there is kid feeding and bathing and bed time stories and meals to be cooked and housework to be done. Hubby is not home until almost bedtime because of work and I am left to cope on my own. It’s not his fault.
I have trouble speaking to people about these things because people do not understand. They can not understand the pain and the emotional problems associated with an accident where there is no injury visible.
I feel so helpless…………..
I feel so tired all the time and my energy levels are non-existent.
I have just read what I have written, some of it raved a little bit, but like I said I can’t talk to people and find that writing things down, the words flow and the emotions flow with it. Making for a somewhat broken but true explanation of how I’m feeling and doing in life.
Post 10
Post 1 - The Beginning
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #8
Post 7
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
23rd July 1998
I went to the Chiro’s last night, he seems pleased with the progress that I am making, although I think he is disappointed that things are still not back to normal.
………. It is still very hard for me to bend down and try and comfort the children, give the kids a cuddle or even try to stoke the fire.
Hubby is not very good with the fire and it takes him twice as long to get the fire going as it does for me, therefore it is better that I do it.
……….. I still feel very tired and drained and whenever the pain is around. I also feel depressed (and sore!) My daughter, while I’m trying to light the fire, will come up behind me and rub my back,. I know it sounds silly but she is trying to help in her own little way. She asks if it feels nice and I always say yes, even if it hurts. She is trying to be a good girl and “Do things that not make mummy’s back hurt” Straight from the mouth of a 6 year old.
The boss at work has just done his stack at me. I have not told him how much my back hurts, because if I did I could guarantee being out on the street without a job.
……….. I got the TAC forms yesterday, one part needs the boss to fill in page. I do not know how I can do this. If he thinks I’m incapable of doing my job, he will find someone else. I cannot afford to be without a job. WHAT DO I DO NOW?
Right now I am nearly in tears. I need this job. I need the money offered by the TAC for the medical expenses and yet I won’t be able to claim if I can’t get the boss to sign.
Maybe all this recording my feelings is bullshit, but it seems to make me feel better so why not?
Post 9
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
23rd July 1998
I went to the Chiro’s last night, he seems pleased with the progress that I am making, although I think he is disappointed that things are still not back to normal.
………. It is still very hard for me to bend down and try and comfort the children, give the kids a cuddle or even try to stoke the fire.
Hubby is not very good with the fire and it takes him twice as long to get the fire going as it does for me, therefore it is better that I do it.
……….. I still feel very tired and drained and whenever the pain is around. I also feel depressed (and sore!) My daughter, while I’m trying to light the fire, will come up behind me and rub my back,. I know it sounds silly but she is trying to help in her own little way. She asks if it feels nice and I always say yes, even if it hurts. She is trying to be a good girl and “Do things that not make mummy’s back hurt” Straight from the mouth of a 6 year old.
The boss at work has just done his stack at me. I have not told him how much my back hurts, because if I did I could guarantee being out on the street without a job.
……….. I got the TAC forms yesterday, one part needs the boss to fill in page. I do not know how I can do this. If he thinks I’m incapable of doing my job, he will find someone else. I cannot afford to be without a job. WHAT DO I DO NOW?
Right now I am nearly in tears. I need this job. I need the money offered by the TAC for the medical expenses and yet I won’t be able to claim if I can’t get the boss to sign.
Maybe all this recording my feelings is bullshit, but it seems to make me feel better so why not?
Post 9
Post 1 - The Beginning
"We didn't have the green thing back in my day."
In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that she should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags weren't good for the environment.
The woman apologized to him and explained,
"We didn't have the green thing back in my day."
The clerk responded, "That's our problem today.
The former generation didn't care enough to save our environment."
He was right, that generation didn't have the green thing in its day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.
So they really were recycled.
But they didn't have the green thing back in that customer's day.
In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks.
But she was right. They didn't have the green thing in her day.
Back then, they washed the baby's diapers, because they didn't have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts - wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that old lady is right, they didn't have the green thing back in her day.
Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house - not a TV in every room.
And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a screen the size of the state of Montana .
In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn't have electric machines to do everything for you.When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, they didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by working so they didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right, they didn't have the green thing back then.
They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty, instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water.
They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor, instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But they didn't have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.
They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were... after all, they didn't have the green thing back then.
Uh huh. Right.
(I believe this was by Jim Knowles, The attribution to Jim Knowles If anyone knows any differently PLEASE let me know - happy to attribute it's brilliant!
The woman apologized to him and explained,
"We didn't have the green thing back in my day."
The clerk responded, "That's our problem today.
The former generation didn't care enough to save our environment."
He was right, that generation didn't have the green thing in its day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.
So they really were recycled.
But they didn't have the green thing back in that customer's day.
In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks.
But she was right. They didn't have the green thing in her day.
Back then, they washed the baby's diapers, because they didn't have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts - wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that old lady is right, they didn't have the green thing back in her day.
Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house - not a TV in every room.
And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a screen the size of the state of Montana .
In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn't have electric machines to do everything for you.When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, they didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by working so they didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she's right, they didn't have the green thing back then.
They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty, instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water.
They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor, instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But they didn't have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service.
They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were... after all, they didn't have the green thing back then.
Uh huh. Right.
(I believe this was by Jim Knowles, The attribution to Jim Knowles If anyone knows any differently PLEASE let me know - happy to attribute it's brilliant!
Monday, May 9, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #7
Post 6
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
13th July 1998
I should have been writing more often.
The last week has been absolutely horrible
…………. I dropped my daughter off with family, so they could look after during the school holidays.
……….. Wednesday night was not much better. By 9pm I was on the couch and could not move. The pain was bad, even though I had seen the chiro that night. I could not make up my mind whether to go to bed or sit up. I felt disgusting.
……….Saturday was pretty rough. I went to the plaza to buy myself a birthday present from the money I had received, something just for me, not bills, not food, just for me. ……………. The whole process must have exhausted me without realising. By the time I got home I could not put one foot in front of the other.
Hubby came home and wanted to know what I had been doing to ruin myself and I said only pushing son around the plaza in the pusher (which is easier than a trolley.) He was worried. He suggested a hot bath. Guess what? No hot water, the washing, the 2 showers and the bath had emptied the hot water service. So I went to bed.
…………. Sunday I had to go and pick up my daughter. I nearly fell asleep on the way home (300km return trip)
……….. The floor has not been vacuumed for weeks and looks disgusting. The housework is not getting done and I have no drive. The mind is able but the body is not.
………… I feel like a cripple with no visible defects and this horrible. If I had scars, then it could be explained, but I don’t and people just do not or can not understand.
………….I saw the a XXXXX truck two weeks ago and nearly pulled off the road.. It was not the same truck, but I felt threatened by it. In the end I decided not to pull over, but made a conscious decision to stay behind him. This was a hard decision (Trust me)
Post 8
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
13th July 1998
I should have been writing more often.
The last week has been absolutely horrible
…………. I dropped my daughter off with family, so they could look after during the school holidays.
……….. Wednesday night was not much better. By 9pm I was on the couch and could not move. The pain was bad, even though I had seen the chiro that night. I could not make up my mind whether to go to bed or sit up. I felt disgusting.
……….Saturday was pretty rough. I went to the plaza to buy myself a birthday present from the money I had received, something just for me, not bills, not food, just for me. ……………. The whole process must have exhausted me without realising. By the time I got home I could not put one foot in front of the other.
Hubby came home and wanted to know what I had been doing to ruin myself and I said only pushing son around the plaza in the pusher (which is easier than a trolley.) He was worried. He suggested a hot bath. Guess what? No hot water, the washing, the 2 showers and the bath had emptied the hot water service. So I went to bed.
…………. Sunday I had to go and pick up my daughter. I nearly fell asleep on the way home (300km return trip)
……….. The floor has not been vacuumed for weeks and looks disgusting. The housework is not getting done and I have no drive. The mind is able but the body is not.
………… I feel like a cripple with no visible defects and this horrible. If I had scars, then it could be explained, but I don’t and people just do not or can not understand.
………….I saw the a XXXXX truck two weeks ago and nearly pulled off the road.. It was not the same truck, but I felt threatened by it. In the end I decided not to pull over, but made a conscious decision to stay behind him. This was a hard decision (Trust me)
Post 8
Post 1 - The Beginning
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #6
Post 5
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
7th July 1998
Been to the Chiro today.
Today and last night I felt horrid. My arm was really sore and my back was as itchy as hell.
I rang the Chiro yesterday and told him how sore my arm was. (It was really sore)
……….Today the main problem was the cramps, which prevent me from breathing while they happen. I stopped taking the medicine this morning to try and find out if they are helping or hindering. I’ve decided they’re helping.
……….. This shit is getting me down. Work is harder and nothing is getting done at home. The house looks like a pigsty.
Post 7
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
7th July 1998
Been to the Chiro today.
Today and last night I felt horrid. My arm was really sore and my back was as itchy as hell.
I rang the Chiro yesterday and told him how sore my arm was. (It was really sore)
……….Today the main problem was the cramps, which prevent me from breathing while they happen. I stopped taking the medicine this morning to try and find out if they are helping or hindering. I’ve decided they’re helping.
……….. This shit is getting me down. Work is harder and nothing is getting done at home. The house looks like a pigsty.
Post 7
Post 1 - The Beginning
Sunday, May 8, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #5
Post 4
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
24th June 1998
I’ve been to the GP and Chiro today.
The GP says the itching is from the nerves and the cramps from the muscles.
…….. He prescribed valium 3 times a day. Hubby is worried about side-effects and I agree with him, but I am going to try them.
The Chiro confirmed what the GP said and he said that magnesium may also help. He said that magnesium and valium would be okay.
……….. The pain in my back is almost constant.
Always worst in the morning and then after lunch and then unbearable by dinnertime.
My husband is getting sick of trying to help and working 7 days a week.
………. Since seeing the chiro there have been no more cramps.
Post 6
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
24th June 1998
I’ve been to the GP and Chiro today.
The GP says the itching is from the nerves and the cramps from the muscles.
…….. He prescribed valium 3 times a day. Hubby is worried about side-effects and I agree with him, but I am going to try them.
The Chiro confirmed what the GP said and he said that magnesium may also help. He said that magnesium and valium would be okay.
……….. The pain in my back is almost constant.
Always worst in the morning and then after lunch and then unbearable by dinnertime.
My husband is getting sick of trying to help and working 7 days a week.
………. Since seeing the chiro there have been no more cramps.
Post 6
Post 1 - The Beginning
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Apollo Bay Sunrise (27th January 2011)
Apollo Bay Sunrise (27th January 2011)
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Saturday, May 7, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #4
Post 3
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
10th June 1998
It is nearly a month after the accident.
I feel terrible. I should be feeling great. I have my car back and it’s okay. The insurance company fixed everything up okay. However the bills seem to be piling up. Even the cost of medicine for the pain is killing me.
……… My back is now worse that when this first happened. I don’t know how or why. I have been taking it easy and not doing anything really strenuous.
I now can’t even lift the wood for the fire and bending down the fire is unheard of. I used to enjoy lighting the fire.
………… Hubby is now working longer hours with the run up to Christmas (Yes it starts now), things are hectic, he starts early, which means that I have to get up earlier to organise the kids. Normally I don’t mind, but now because I am not sleeping this is a lot harder. I used to enjoy getting up with hubby and having a cup of coffee and then watching the sunrise over the hills.
…….. now I am so tired that hubby lets me sleep until 6.30am or he may call from the factory to check that I am up.
I think this is distressing him also.
Post 5
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
10th June 1998
It is nearly a month after the accident.
I feel terrible. I should be feeling great. I have my car back and it’s okay. The insurance company fixed everything up okay. However the bills seem to be piling up. Even the cost of medicine for the pain is killing me.
……… My back is now worse that when this first happened. I don’t know how or why. I have been taking it easy and not doing anything really strenuous.
I now can’t even lift the wood for the fire and bending down the fire is unheard of. I used to enjoy lighting the fire.
………… Hubby is now working longer hours with the run up to Christmas (Yes it starts now), things are hectic, he starts early, which means that I have to get up earlier to organise the kids. Normally I don’t mind, but now because I am not sleeping this is a lot harder. I used to enjoy getting up with hubby and having a cup of coffee and then watching the sunrise over the hills.
…….. now I am so tired that hubby lets me sleep until 6.30am or he may call from the factory to check that I am up.
I think this is distressing him also.
Post 5
Post 1 - The Beginning
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #3
Post 2
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
9th June 1998
I woke up with a pressure in my back. This is the best way to describe it. The pressure felt as if someone had blown a balloon up and it was very sore. After about 2 hours, I could feel the cramps that the Chiro and Doctor had been talking about. The cramps that I was having and could not feel. All of a sudden I could feel them and they hurt like hell.
This is why I went back to the doctors.
The pain is occurring in the right side of my back, with cramping. The right arm from the elbow to the wrist and over the top of the thumb and pointing finger with a very sharp stabbing pain. The left shin from knee to ankle, a wave of stabbing pain that is intermittent. The right side of my neck, just off front centre with a sharp throbbing ache.
……… lifting my son into and out of the car is absolutely killing me, but I am the only one there, therefore I have to do it. He is too small to climb in and out of the car and the bending to do up his harness is just as bad.
Shit I hate this
Post 4
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
9th June 1998
I woke up with a pressure in my back. This is the best way to describe it. The pressure felt as if someone had blown a balloon up and it was very sore. After about 2 hours, I could feel the cramps that the Chiro and Doctor had been talking about. The cramps that I was having and could not feel. All of a sudden I could feel them and they hurt like hell.
This is why I went back to the doctors.
The pain is occurring in the right side of my back, with cramping. The right arm from the elbow to the wrist and over the top of the thumb and pointing finger with a very sharp stabbing pain. The left shin from knee to ankle, a wave of stabbing pain that is intermittent. The right side of my neck, just off front centre with a sharp throbbing ache.
……… lifting my son into and out of the car is absolutely killing me, but I am the only one there, therefore I have to do it. He is too small to climb in and out of the car and the bending to do up his harness is just as bad.
Shit I hate this
Post 4
Post 1 - The Beginning
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #2
Post 1
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
29th May 1998
The time was 7.10pm on the 29th May 1998, we were walking through the plaza to get some dinner and do some shopping for the kids. While walking my arm suddenly felt as if someone had broken it. I nearly passed out with the pain. The pain was unberable...................
Since then things seem to have gone from bad to worse
Post 3
Post 1 - The Beginning
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
29th May 1998
The time was 7.10pm on the 29th May 1998, we were walking through the plaza to get some dinner and do some shopping for the kids. While walking my arm suddenly felt as if someone had broken it. I nearly passed out with the pain. The pain was unberable...................
Since then things seem to have gone from bad to worse
Post 3
Post 1 - The Beginning
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The Truck, the Commodore and the Fallout #1
On the 15th May 1998 I was involved in car V truck accident, that saw a commodore shortened by 3 foot either end. The following entries are from a diary I kept at the time.
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
15th May 1998
My car has been hit from behind by an unloaded 12 tonne tray truck, which shunted me into the rear of another truck. I was stationary, the truck in front of me was stationary, the truck that caused the accident was doing approx 60kph. He failed to notice the stopped vehicles when he was merging to avoid another truck that was parked illegally (and unloading illegally) on a busy thoroughfare.
I remember my ears touching the headrest with the force of the impact, I remember seeing the truck approaching in the rear vision mirror. My first thought was to remove the vehicles from the road, allowing other traffic to proceed through with minimal disruption.
I called my husband……………….. no answer…………….. I called a girlfriend who lived nearby, thankfully she answered the phone. She came down and picked up me and the majority of the contents of the car (there’s always ‘contents’)
The tow truck came and took my car to the insurance company depot, I got my girlfriend to take me to the insurance company so that I could fill in the claim paperwork.
Whilst filling in the paperwork, I was feeling disconnected and could not verbalise the words needed to describe the situation and I was stuttering,
I went to a doctors local to the insurance company office and made an appointment, I don’t remember how long I waited. I went into the doctors room and he asked me why I was here. I said about the car accident. He looked at me, pressed my vertebra, commented that T6 was tender (after I nearly jumped onto his desk) checked my blood pressure, looked at my eyes, said that the pupils were enlarged, took my blood pressure and said it was 120/80 and I was okay. Asked if I needed a doctors certificate for today and I said I thought it would be a sensible idea. ……….. He gave me a certificate for 2 days……….. he also recommended that I report the accident to police because I had been to see him.
I went to the police station. I made a report which took 2 hours.
I went back to the insurance office and when I got there, hubby was also looking at the wreck.
Although we couldn’t afford it, we hired a car through Hertz, as I had no other way of getting to and from home without a car. Nearest public transport is 10km in the wrong direction.
I went to bed
Post 2
It’s now 13 years later and the pain is still here – the TAC of course have wiped their hands of me. I learnt a long time ago that the only person you can rely on is you and it’s something that has stood me in good stead for longer than I can remember.
15th May 1998
My car has been hit from behind by an unloaded 12 tonne tray truck, which shunted me into the rear of another truck. I was stationary, the truck in front of me was stationary, the truck that caused the accident was doing approx 60kph. He failed to notice the stopped vehicles when he was merging to avoid another truck that was parked illegally (and unloading illegally) on a busy thoroughfare.
I remember my ears touching the headrest with the force of the impact, I remember seeing the truck approaching in the rear vision mirror. My first thought was to remove the vehicles from the road, allowing other traffic to proceed through with minimal disruption.
I called my husband……………….. no answer…………….. I called a girlfriend who lived nearby, thankfully she answered the phone. She came down and picked up me and the majority of the contents of the car (there’s always ‘contents’)
The tow truck came and took my car to the insurance company depot, I got my girlfriend to take me to the insurance company so that I could fill in the claim paperwork.
Whilst filling in the paperwork, I was feeling disconnected and could not verbalise the words needed to describe the situation and I was stuttering,
I went to a doctors local to the insurance company office and made an appointment, I don’t remember how long I waited. I went into the doctors room and he asked me why I was here. I said about the car accident. He looked at me, pressed my vertebra, commented that T6 was tender (after I nearly jumped onto his desk) checked my blood pressure, looked at my eyes, said that the pupils were enlarged, took my blood pressure and said it was 120/80 and I was okay. Asked if I needed a doctors certificate for today and I said I thought it would be a sensible idea. ……….. He gave me a certificate for 2 days……….. he also recommended that I report the accident to police because I had been to see him.
I went to the police station. I made a report which took 2 hours.
I went back to the insurance office and when I got there, hubby was also looking at the wreck.
Although we couldn’t afford it, we hired a car through Hertz, as I had no other way of getting to and from home without a car. Nearest public transport is 10km in the wrong direction.
I went to bed
Post 2
Sunday, May 1, 2011
My Favourite Photos of the Week
Taken by me for your enjoyment! 
Apollo Bay at Sunrise (20110125) 
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