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@rancid-schnitzel said in Happiness Scale:
@no-quarter said in Happiness Scale:
My wife had an abnormal result on a smear test. Got the dreaded call from the doctor instead of a text.
A closer look shows she has a lesion on her cervix that has 'high grade cell changes', which are pre-cancerous. She will need part of her cervix removed to get rid of it, and then regular tests to confirm they are all gone.
While the whole thing has been stressful, we are both incredibly grateful that it was picked up before it developed further. Cancer really is a fucking bitch.
If any ladies read this (including the hot Polish chicks), get your smears, they are genuine life savers.
Obviously horribly stressful news and so sorry you have to experience that, but great they caught it in time. Hope she has a speedy recovery and you guys can get on with your lives.
Thanks mate, we are definitely of the outlook that this is good news rather than bad as we appear to have caught it before it could develop. Feeling really grateful overall that she got the test, and that we live in a country where we can easily get the required treatment.
@MajorRage thanks for sharing, the doctor was saying the same thing - the procedure is low risk and then it's just a matter of more regular tests to confirm we are clear.
Things like this do affect your outlook on life a bit though. You just never know what is around the corner.
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@no-quarter Wife had a scare about a year ago. Similar thing, but she is fine, no operation. It frightens the shit out of you though.
Hope that it is all O.K.
I've had enough of cancer and @tim is working on fixing the fucker so it will all be fine I'm sure.
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Looks like my sister's black Lab is heading to the other side in the next week or two. They will do the right thing by her but fuck those decisions are hard.
I think that she is 18. Incredible for a big dog and one of the most loved animals on the planet. If she were a human a cathedral would be full for her funeral.
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@kiwiwomble said in Happiness Scale:
@snowy i dread the day our cats get that way, i love those little monsters and its hard enough not being able to explain what going on when just having vet procedures let along the big one
It's a part of having them, and it sucks. The joy of having them around, with the sorrow of knowing the end. The day I started one of our businesses was the day I had our ginger tom (a cat) put down. I think about him every day, the little bugger. Amazing how they get into your head.
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Wife finally lost it, busted knee stuff and the time I’ve been spending at rugby, my selfishness ruined all the plans she had for the last few months apparently and then me wanting to go watch the team play or do management stuff at training was too much
I have been a bit selfish, forgot her brother was coming to stay when I planned to go to training, I was just enjoying it, everyone’s happy to see ya up and walking etc
I’m sure she’ll calm down and say I should carry on or something but now I’ll always know she resents me going
Pretty down as had really enjoyed making new mates etc
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Lost a family member to cervical cancer after she ignored the signs, so really great news it was picked up quickly.
Wish her good luck for the op.
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@snowy said in Happiness Scale:
I think about him every day, the little bugger. Amazing how they get into your head.
They do indeed. We still compare our two cats with our ginger Queen who we saw off into juicy- mouse paradise 4 years ago. She was something special and we scattered her ashes over her favourite hunting patch and drank a toast to her.
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She probably doesn’t resent you going per se, just that she resented you going during a certain time. Hope so anyway mate, rotten to give up something that gives you pleasure.
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Getting my motorbike ready to trade-in for the new one on Tuesday - clearing off all of the accessories I've added over the last 4 years. Upgrading as my riding needs have changed and I'm getting a bit older and need something a bit closer to the ground and road-oriented.
No real affection or hatred for this bike (it's a Honda 250 Rally). I've had bikes I've loved and hated but this has been a bit characterless, anodyne and well, forgettable. Some great memories of the rides on it, but strangely not the bike itself.
Hoping the new one fits the bill and is a bit more memorable. Really looking forward to the swap on Tuesday.
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@victor-meldrew said in Happiness Scale:
We still compare our two cats with our ginger Queen who we saw off into juicy- mouse paradise 4 years ago.
They go to Fuchal, cat paradise. Which is actually Fiji. Red Dwarf episode, and very amusing. All of our cats have gone to Fuchal.
New toy Tuesday sounds like fun.
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@snowy said in Happiness Scale:
New toy Tuesday sounds like fun.
It's white... like a big fluffy bunny rabbit.
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@victor-meldrew said in Happiness Scale:
@snowy said in Happiness Scale:
New toy Tuesday sounds like fun.
It's white... like a big fluffy bunny rabbit.
Solid engine on those things. IIRC same engine has been in the CBR500 and CB500 for yonks. They are very reliable.
Wishing you many safe enjoyable miles. Motorcycling is fantastic. I am always in one of my happy places when I am on a motorbike.
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@crazy-horse said in Happiness Scale:
I am always in one of my happy places when I am on a motorbike.
Shit. I was trying to scale down on my machinery, now I need another one. I miss bikes.
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@crazy-horse said in Happiness Scale:
Motorcycling is fantastic. I am always in one of my happy places when I am on a motorbike.
Yep. Every now and then you have that Magical Ride which sticks in your memory for decades. Along the Kapiti Coast to Otaki in the early evening, early morning Kaikoura Coast from Picton to Christchurch or, recently, across Bodmin Moor thru little villages at sunset in Autumn.
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@victor-meldrew said in Happiness Scale:
Lost a family member to cervical cancer after she ignored the signs, so really great news it was picked up quickly.
Wish her good luck for the op.
Thanks mate, and really sorry to hear that
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Been debating whether I should post here...most of my more "open" posts occurred in the lockdown thread which seemed appropriate at the time.
I'm one of those people that find it difficult to make small talk. I'm a listener more than a talker. That and observation was part of my training in the one job I ever did that meant something. The rest have basically been lifetsyle funding exercises.
The corporate world gave me the shits especially the HR driven happy clappy bullshit. As I said at one performance review, once you've fallen on a decomposing corpse as part of your job ,team building exercises don't exactly carry any weight. The amount of grief I got for never staying behind for after-work drinks always shitted me. I was 15-20 years older than my immediate boss, who had the worldly experience of Bali holidays and that was about it, and my colleagues were pretty much all born around the time I was working in Bosnia and Rwanda. So I had nothing in fucking common with them in terms of personal experience. Hell I'd spent more time overseas than some of them had been alive. And maybe I was a tad cynical and more prone to dark humour.
If I'm honest, I'd rather not be workin g 7 days a week right now, but I'm rebuilding (again) because I left it way too long to get out of a corporate snakepit and ended up getting out at the last minute before I completely disintegrated mentally.
I am in a good place emotionally as I've been for 20 years though - caught up and re-established a friendship with the one person I can honestly say I love and have loved. My girls are all safe and sound, albeit only just coming out of lockdown in France, but they're about as good as can be expected .
I think the turning point for me was about Christmas 2019 when I did a fair amount of introspection and looked reality in the face. The fact is, anything I want to do, I have to do in the next 10 years or not at all. I'm already well past my use by date (let alone best before) and I've never been able to imagine myself or where I will be beyond around 60-65.
So my priorities have changed - everything is about short term goals and targets - 18-24 months is the longest timeframe I'm allowing myself. That way I've got some much needed focus.
I'm not a bar and pub guy anymore - give me a small cafe where you can have a conversation and well priced decent coffee (Fuck you, Sydney Baristas), so if any ferner want's to touch base, I'm around in Welly - usually at either Deluxe on Kent or Midnight Espresso on Cuba.
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@synicbast you sir, are an inspiration!
Your honesty and authenticity is an example to us all, particularly those of
usme, who grapple with the same sentiments. In a pretend world it's nice to find one who doesn't pretend.
Bravo and thanks mateShit taste in rugby teams though😉
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