Thursday, July 13th, 2017 03:14 pm
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
My to do list has too many things on it and they all eat spoons and I have no spoons send spoons. Srsly.

Am managing to just about keep up with work stuff, but politics stuff is a bit wibbly wobbly and personal stuff is backed up like someone who's never eaten prunes.

Also, Roxy has finished her course of antibiotics, yet is still coughing (we're going back to the vet tomorrow); my ankle still hurts; Hol breaks up for the summer holidays tomorrow; we've got a meat order coming and the freezer is too full already; I've got research to do on policy for a Lord; I've got two reviews to write; I've got LOADS of stuff to do for LGBT+LDs; I've got loads of invoices to issue and forms to fill in (and forms are a terrifying thing); AND we are out of gin.

This is not sustainable.

(we now return you to your scheduled programming)

Project Fear

Tuesday, June 28th, 2016 01:16 pm
miss_s_b: (Mood: Terrified)
You all know I think that voting out in the EU referendum was a mistake. Economically, it was a mistake. But, you know, maybe the optimist Leavers are right, maybe this is a blip and our economy will recover. Maybe we're not financially doomed. Maybe.

But even if all that is true, I'm still terrified. I'm terrified because, while it's true that not all Leave voters are racists, all the racists voted leave, and they now think that 52% of the population agrees with them and they can attack and abuse people with impunity. I'm scared for all my BAME friends. I'm scared for all my European migrant friends. And yes, I'll admit, I'm scared for myself.


Because after they come for the blacks and the Roma and the Irish, they come for the disabled and the LGBT. Every single time. I'm very publicly bi, and poly, and autistic, and I'm frightened. I'm admitting my selfishness here. Sorry. I have always been and will always be a campaigner against racism. But it's not for entirely altruistic reasons.

I don't have a chirpy ending for this post, sorry.

ETA: inevitably this post has caused some upset. I'm not going to delete it, nor an I editing the original text, because I own my mistakes, but I do want to say:
- nowhere does it say in this post that the ONLY reason I fight racism is for myself
- nowhere does it say in this post that I don't know that disabled and/or lgbt PoC exist
- if I am writing a post about my own personal fears, I'm not going to presume to talk for people who's shoes I haven't and couldn't walk in.

Obviously I could have worded this better, & for that I apologise. I shall try to do better in future.


Friday, June 24th, 2016 06:18 am
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Default)
So the pound is in freefall, and the markets haven't even opened yet.
The Nikkei and the Nasdaq have both suspended trading.
We've embraced xenophobia and nationalism.
We've given Nigel fucking Farage what he wanted.

How do I explain this to my daughter?
How do I forgive my mum for voting leave?
miss_s_b: (Mood: Drama queen)
So last night I got sent home from work after fainting at my desk whilst complaining of chest pain. My dad came to pick me up, and took my pulse and did various other first aidy things and decided that I probably wasn't having a heart attack (yay) so took me home. I spent a fitful night of yet more nightmares and the chest pain was still there this morning, so I went to the doctor.

There now follows a link to storify, as I have already told this tale on twitter. And can't be arsed typing it all out again. And I'm not embedding storify on here because it looks AWFUL and takes ages to scroll past for those who have already watched it unfold on twitter.

Basically what it boils down to is this: if I get mega-stressed and I can't utilise either of my usual coping mechanisms* my intercostal muscles will pull so tight that they will tear my ribcage away from my sternum. I do not see the evolutionary advantage in this capability of the human body, but apparently it's pretty common.

So I have to take a couple of days off work (which work have been very gracious about) and avoid stress. Trying to avoid stress is going to be very stressful, I think... -_-" For one thing, how do I stop the nightmares? Any tips gratefully recieved.

In slightly cheerier news, I got the results back from being a responsible poly person and going to get tested today, cos I know you're all waiting with bated breath for this. As expected, I am all clear on all tests.

*one of which is admittedly healthier than the other. Neither of which are available to me at work.
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Default)
Those of you who follow me on twitter might have noticed that my journey home from work was somewhat eventful last night. details under the cut for those who didn't see live tweets )

Anyway, I just got a phone call from the driver's friend, who told me the driver's been discharged from hospital and the chest damage I was worried about was just bruising, not cracked or broken ribs/punctured lung which is what I was worried about. He's in a lot of pain, but his life's not in danger so hurrah for that.

In terms of thanks: people who tweeted at me and stopped the adrenalin surge turning into a meltdown once it was all over included: @MrsREJC, @zoeimogen, @abjtal, @A_C_McGregor, @shinydan, @LoyaulteMeLie, @DavidCloke, @SarangaComics, and poor old @vulpeculiar, who was on the bus with me LAST time I ended up giving someone first aid. I should also give massive thanks to [personal profile] matgb and [personal profile] magister who were at home for me with hugs and calm and comfort, and Douglas from work who provided support by text (we HAD been texting each other about work LOL). And a special mention for @BradfordBatman who had this to say:Coming from you, man, that means a lot.

You guys helped me to not have a nervous breakdown, given that I was pretty frazzled anyway BEFORE I got on the bus, so thank you. Although I'm not sure if the rest of the world will be so grateful I'm still here and capable of typing... ;) I'm tired and aching all over today, but I'm otherwise fine. And I'm really glad the driver is going to be OK.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Sorry)
The eagle eyed amongst you might have noticed that I won blog post of the year at the Botties for this post.

I did not react well, which is one of the reasons why it has taken me this long to blog about it. I am very flattered, and honoured, but I am NOT good at taking a compliment, and some of the consequences of winning an award were a bit triggery* for me, and I might have gone off on one in a semi-public fashion on one of the Lib Dem email lists and upset lots of people. This was silly and ungracious, and given that I think one should own one's mistakes I am apologising for it in an even more public way.

So thank you to the judges for picking me, and sorry to everyone who had to witness my meltdown. At least it wasn't blog of the year... Can you IMAGINE how awful I'd have been if I'd won THAT? In return for being given an award I promise to keep swearing and offending people, keep teasing Tim Farron on twitter, and not become a tool of the establishment. You guys have to promise not to nominate me again next year, OK? I don't think anybody wants to go through this again.

Anyway, regarding the OTHER awards, my predictions** were somewhat accurate, apart from the small matter of not predicting my own win. I don't have to eat my membership card for Julian Huppert, which is a bonus. The one prediction coming true that I am really sad about is Vince Cable winning minister of the year over Lynne Featherstone. I love Vince, you all KNOW I love Vince, but basically all he has done this year is not fuck up as badly as he did last year. Lynne delivered same sex marriage. And in 20, 30, 100 years' time, THAT is what this government will be remembered for, and she deserves more bloody recognition for it. In my opinion anyway.

* one nano-second after winning my phone went mental with "x is now following you on twitter" notifications, and among the names was one that I really REALLY did not want to see. Those of you who know me well will know which one and why.
** here and here
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Mood: Destructive)
So, Holly has a school trip to Bankfield Museum for a Churchill's Children day on Wednesday. My mum has her Tuesday nights, and therefore takes her to school on Wednesday mornings, and had assured me that the dressing up requirement would be taken care of.

I got a text this morning: "Have you sorted out Holly's outfit for Bankfield yet?"

*headdesk headdesk headdesk*

My mum has decided she can't sort out the outfit, and has given me lots of notice to pick up the slack. So basically I have a day and a half to get hold of a 1940s girls' outfit. Any tips? I don't mind doing a bit of sewing, but I won't be able to do tons. I don't even know where to start. If she was a boy it'd be flat hat and itchy trousers with braces, but my costume-by-date knowledge draws a blank for wartime girls....

Would it be possible to dress her up as Rosie the Riveter or The We Can Do It Lady?

ETA: have got a fancy dress coat/hat/satchel thing from ebay with the promise of next day delivery; however, still need a dress to go under it. I think I'll be able to knock something up though. Panic (hopefully) over. However, if anyone knows of a good internet-based pattern for a basic child's dress then please point me at it. :)
miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Fangirling: Being Human - Annie)
I am doing 4 days a week (plus an hour to travel there and an hour and a half back) at the Lib Dem regional call centre for the election campaign, plus four days a week at my regular job, plus sewing class and the stuff I need to do for that, plus all the usual house and mothering stuff, plus standing for election myself in my home town. This means I am somewhat busy at the moment (for instance Friday is a shift at the call centre, two and a half hours total bus ride, and 6 hours in the pub, between which I have to do things like wash and eat) so blogging (and reading blogs, and tweeting, and answering emails and stuff) is going to be pretty non-existent, at least until after the elections, if not for longer. This includes compiling linkspams, because if I'm not reading I won't have anything to link to...

miss_s_b: (Mood: Bugger)
Mister Choy, the consultant gynaecological oncologist at the MacMillan centre, was very lovely. I have had more blood taken because although the initial blood tests checked my blood cell counts and liver and kidney function and blood sugar they didn't actually check for cancer markers. This is possibly because the first suspicion was an ectopic pregnancy.

Gideon is slightly bigger than a walnut. He's about 7 centimetres in diameter. It's still possible that he's a fibroid or a cyst, and I may need to go for another scan.

I have to go back in two weeks (unless I need a scan) when they have had chance to analyse my blood and have a meeting about me.

So, all in all we don't really know a lot more than we knew yesterday, aside from the fact that Gideon is more grown up than we at first thought.

Two weeks...

I am trying not to panic, but it's really hard.

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Health Update

Friday, October 22nd, 2010 09:04 pm
miss_s_b: (Mood: Bugger)
So I went to the doctor today about my migraines. And while I was there I mentioned the odd pain I have been getting in my abdomen. The migraines are not an issue, it transpires. I just needed better painkillers. The pain in the abdomen, though... There's a lump in the wombal area. And it might be fibroids, and it might be ovarian cysts, and it might be some kind of tumour, or I could be pregnant (even though I have been having normal Time of the Moth) or it could be something else. And I have to go and have a scan to find out.

The joy of it is that if I am pregnant, it's much more likely to be ectopic because of the coil... And to think yesterday I was all steamed up about the spending review, and how we are hitting the poor and the sick, and dealing the badly housed a double whammy of evil... Of course, those things still matter, but now? Now things are focussed differently.

Blogging may be light for a while. Sorry.

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miss_s_b: Vince Cable's happy face (Politics: Vince - happy face)
So, as [personal profile] matgb and I both predicted, it was bad, but not as bad as it was being spun. Could it be that all the doom-mongering was to make us terrified so we'd be grateful for small crumbs of comfort? You might think that, I couldn't possibly comment. Nor, given his ongoing performance at the moment, could Alan Johnson. I've never seen a man so far out of his depth, even with the crib notes from Balls.

Glad to see science funding frozen, rather than cut (anyone else think that Vince ran this up the flagpole precisely because he knew what the reaction would be and then he could bat for science with the backing of the twitterati? Or am I just too cynical?). Other stuff needs examining in detail before I comment, I think.

If you'd like to examine the statement in detail yourself, it's here.

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miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Fangirling: Judge Death)

The deadline for nominations is tomorrow at noon.

People who are collecting noms for me? Can you email me at jennieDOTriggATgmailDOTcom how many you've got so that I can count up and see if I have enough? Not that I am panicking or anything...

People who have not yet collected me any noms? Please consider doing so if you are able and qualified to sign, You can download the form from the member's area of the party website (registration required), or if you're not registered for the member's area on the party website it's on my campaign team google group (different registration required), or you can email me at the above address and I'll send one out to you.

If you think you might be able to help, please do so. It would be a shame, not just for me, but for all the other people who have put work into this, if I was to fall short of nominations. IT doesn't matter if I get too many, but it sure as hell matters if I don't get enough.

Thanks in advance.

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miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Default)
  • First and foremost, happy birthday to the lovely [personal profile] magister. See you soon, sweetie.

  • I have a Jennie-for-pres facebook page now, courtesy of [personal profile] katieastrophe.

  • Mat is making vanilla buns and they smell awesome.

  • I am a bit stunned by how quickly people have started publicly declaring for presidential candidates when nominations haven't even closed yet, let alone made a proper pitch, but I suppose that's the nature of the beast. I should clarify that I am not going to be offended by anyone, even Mat, voting for someone else; it's entirely possible that I won't get my own first preference (assuming I get the noms) because I'm going to decide after hearing what people's pitches are who I think is going to be best for the job. I just don't understand the mindset that has made a final decision on who to vote for already, even though I understand that there's probably more people with that mindset than with mine.

  • Speaking of getting the noms, given that each candidate must collect the signatures of 200 voting reps, and each rep can only sign one person's form, that means that over half of the expected 1500 voting reps will be signing someone's form. That's a lot more than (for e.g.) would be needed if we could all go around signing each other's...

  • I have to timetable what I am doing at Conference. This is going to be even more conflicty than usual...

  • There's not enough time in the world to do all the stuff I need to do RIGHT NOW
And on that note....

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miss_s_b: Captain Kathryn Janeway (Sci-fi: Janeway)
Apart from all the stuff recently detailed on here, there has been drama aplenty at work and in personal life, and I have been poorly (again) and I am involved in TWO (count 'em) Top Sekrit Speshul Projects - one of which won't see fruition for a few weeks, and one of which should be up on Monday or so (or at least, the first installment of it should be). Oh and various blog redisgns, including a minor one on here, which isn't live yet...

So, you know, still here, just about. Just mega mega busy. Am going to answer comments soon, I swear.

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miss_s_b: (Mood: Bugger)
It's election week. Because of a combination of other factors I am also working a 6 day week at the day job. My daughter has been to her grandad's funeral today (my ex's dad). My cousin Geoff died this morning. And it's the time of the month.

Anybody else got anything they'd like to throw at me? Oh yes, about a billion Lib Dems want me to help them with their campaign, like I'm not busy enough with my own and Hilary's on top of everything else...

Is it Friday yet? Please can it be Friday soon...
miss_s_b: (Mood: Facepalm)
Less than two days till we're meant to be setting off for conference and it's all gone horribly wrong AGAIN
  • The major problem is that dog-sitter has cancelled. It's kind of understandable - one of the other dogs he looks after from time to time is owned by an old lady, and she's had a fall and gone into hospital, so he's got her dog and thus no room for ours - but WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN??? ARGH! Any volunteers gratefully received...

  • Holly has been off school sick all week, so not only does this mean that the house is a total tip, but this morning I woke up with a nose I couldn't breathe through and eyeballs glued together with snot. So if I do make it to Conference, I shall be being Typhoid Mary, except I'll probably infect a lot more than 53 people...

  • It's only 6 weeks till beer festival at work and I have LOADS of posters and stuff to design and print and Conference will take a week out of being able to do that
So, yeah, I'm having a bit of a panic. And that's aside from the panics I am having over the fact that I'm booked to ask Questions to Federal Exec, and several people have told me I should speak on the Save Our Pubs motion, and I have a blogger interview with Our Glorious Leader on the Saturday morning, and I've had a top sekrit offer from someone else to be Lib Dem correspondent for their website for conference and... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

I am fighting the urge to curl up under the duvet and hide, because I have an eight hour shift at work in half an hour.

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miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Mood: In Need of Gin)
So, this morning I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed at stupid o'clock, even though I will be working till midnight tonight, so I could go and participate in what is laughingly referred to as an Action Day. For those of you who are not politically active, an Action Day is when a whole bunch of activists get together to deliver leaflets to a given area. After about an hour or so of having my knuckles scraped by ridiculously snappy letterboxes, and falling over on uneven paths, and generally feeling pretty battered and bruised and grumpy, I got to a house where a skinhead with no shirt on and a BNP tattoo set his dog on me.

I haven't been bitten because I vaulted his garden gate. I'm glad I am pretty physically strong and have good reaction times. It might possibly have helped if my hands weren't already bleeding from booby-trapped letterboxes, but it might not. I've come home now so that I can have a panic attack in peace.

I do not ever want to deliver leaflets ever again. Ever.

I suspect that this is a big part of the reason political parties are haemorrhaging membership. The expectation that people risk their own personal safety for nothing on a regular basis is not a rewarding experience for the activist. Now, if you don't mind, I'm off to have a bath. Shaking, sweating, and vomiting is not good preparation for an eight hour shift at work.

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miss_s_b: Mindy St Clare from The Good Place, hiding her nakedness behind very large sunflowers and looking shocked (Politics: anti-racist)
Even though I know that famouse Doctor Who writer [ profile] lonemagpie is right when he says that
The BNP's votes were actually *down* across the board - but because so many mainstream voters stayed home, and because Labour's collapse was even greater than expected, it still allowed them to get in with less votes than last time.
, I still can't help but feel the same as the lovely Mr Matthewman.

I hope all you bastards who stayed at home and didn't vote because they're all in it for themselves and they're all the same and my vote wouldn't make a difference anyway are really fucking proud of yourselves this morning. My money... MY MONEY is going into the pockets of two racist scumbags. We have tax-payer-funded fascists in this country now. I have a Bastard Nazi Party MEP. And it's ALL YOUR FAULT.

Fail, fellow countrymen. Epic fucking fail.

In more amusing (if slightly personally embarrassing) news, and speaking of Doctor Who writers, Daddy Alex has confessed to me that he went to a Doctor Who event on Saturday and might have inadvertently told my favourite Doctor Who writer about my huge crush on him. Oops.

Oh well. If you're reading this, Mr Lidster, sir, you have no need to run screaming in terror. It's very unlikely you will ever have the misfortune of meeting me, and if you do all that will happen is I will go red and stare at my shoes and mumble a lot, like I generally do when confronted with people I admire greatly. You can ask all the people who were present for the blogger interview with Vince Cable for confirmation of this if you like. I had to have a very large swig of brandy before I was capable of speaking, and was uncharacteristically quiet for the whole thing, aside from my question about bees. Which I really ought to write up at some point...

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Mat has (kind of) mended my old desktop which he broke and I thus have internet access. Clunky, annoying, slow, crappy, internet access, but internet access none the less.

So now all I have to do is go through the 154 unread emails... Oh sod it, Question Time is on.

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