Nice People Thread No. 15, a Cyber Summer

LydiaJ

michaels wrote: »

Signed up for Martin's MSE Experian credit score, apparently mine is 999 (the max) and I should get whatever credit I apply for...just got turned down for a £6 per month contract on O2 for a tablet for the kids for Christmas :rotfl:

It's because they've worked out that you'll have some scheme that results in you getting the tablet while they end up paying you money to use it.

Pyxis wrote: »

Sorry you had a bad night. There's nothing worse than anxious wakefulness.

I have been given a v low dose of antidepressant to try to cure my insomnia. I'm not lying awake anything like so much, but I am having a lot of very weird dreams that I can still remember clearly for days afterwards. Very odd - but still better than lying awake for hour after hour.

Doozergirl wrote: »

You've got this, Sue.

Rest up, book that delivery and raid the larder for a random lunch.

Can youngest (and friend) pick something else up later if delivery can't come until tomorrow?

Agree. If you can possibly find the price of the delivery, it will be worth it many times over for the decrease in wear and tear on your joints. And if you can't find the delivery charge, then I'll pay it for you, as often as you need (especially if you pick the cheapy midweek evening slots!).

LydiaJ

Conrad wrote: »

We were a house of 6, 4 hungry wolf Boys, only Dad worked, Mum cooked on a very tight budget, but always tasty and healthy.

This more or less describes my home growing up, although we were 3 boys and a girl. Not the council house or the benefits, though. Dad was earning what was in the 1970s a reasonably decent salary as a university academic, but it all went on school fees, which had gone up a lot by then since 1964 when my oldest brother wasn't flourishing at his state primary and they decided to move him somewhere where they'd need to pay fees, and then felt obliged to continue what they'd started and send the rest of us fee-paying too, all the way to age 18. :eek:

They had their priorities clear. There was always money for music lessons and things like that, but not really for food beyond the basics. We ate a lot of half price out of date food, and my mum did boiled potatoes and cabbage alongside whatever else we were having (and I mean *whatever* else) because it just wasn't possible to fill the boys up otherwise without breaking the bank. I got very strange looks in home economics at school when we were asked to suggest what to serve with a rice dish and I said "potatoes", but we always had potatoes with risotto when we had it at home.

Decades later, I still happily eat potatoes, although if I have to eat them boiled I put butter on them, and I tend to avoid cabbage unless it's the only vegetable on offer. It's not so much a dislike of it as just a feeling that I have already eaten at least twice a reasonable lifetime's supply of cabbage...

michaels

Oh dear, failed the red light test. Put a movie on while I did the treadmill, treadmill is only 20 mins but then I was hooked on the movie. DW can fall asleep in movies but I can not start a movie without watching to the end, similarly 10 mins reading before bed can turn into 3 hours and much to late for bed. Do other NP have the self control not to do this?

SingleSue

LydiaJ wrote: »

Agree. If you can possibly find the price of the delivery, it will be worth it many times over for the decrease in wear and tear on your joints. And if you can't find the delivery charge, then I'll pay it for you, as often as you need (especially if you pick the cheapy midweek evening slots!).

Aww thankyou for your offer but it's this sort of thing that the PIP is designed to cover (alongside a gardener, decorator, special aids, carers etc).

I thought I could stave off having to have deliveries for a little longer, it had been a struggle before the boys came home but I had found a way of doing little and often even though it left me exhausted and in pain each time. Whilst they were home, it was easy peasy, Josh would run me around the supermarket in the wheelchair, load and then pack at the tills and then carry the bags from the car and unpack them.

Quite depressing that the time has come earlier/quicker than I thought it would, one more bit of independence gone, not much left now!

SingleSue

LydiaJ wrote: »

This more or less describes my home growing up, although we were 3 boys and a girl. Not the council house or the benefits, though. Dad was earning what was in the 1970s a reasonably decent salary as a university academic, but it all went on school fees, which had gone up a lot by then since 1964 when my oldest brother wasn't flourishing at his state primary and they decided to move him somewhere where they'd need to pay fees, and then felt obliged to continue what they'd started and send the rest of us fee-paying too, all the way to age 18. :eek:

They had their priorities clear. There was always money for music lessons and things like that, but not really for food beyond the basics. We ate a lot of half price out of date food, and my mum did boiled potatoes and cabbage alongside whatever else we were having (and I mean *whatever* else) because it just wasn't possible to fill the boys up otherwise without breaking the bank. I got very strange looks in home economics at school when we were asked to suggest what to serve with a rice dish and I said "potatoes", but we always had potatoes with risotto when we had it at home.

Decades later, I still happily eat potatoes, although if I have to eat them boiled I put butter on them, and I tend to avoid cabbage unless it's the only vegetable on offer. It's not so much a dislike of it as just a feeling that I have already eaten at least twice a reasonable lifetime's supply of cabbage...

Similar in my childhood. Money was quite scarce for a fair few years due to dad's accident so we had a lot of made from scratch items including bread and whatever mum could find cheap/knocked down in price meat at the butchers.

She also made most of our clothes from things she had sourced at jumble sales, handy that she had been a dressmaker prior to her and dad getting married as you would never have known that my dress was made from an old pair of curtains (it was the 70s, could get away with lots back then :rotfl:)

Later on, even though they were not exactly well off, they always made sure there was the money for my dance classes, nursing cadets, youth clubs, riding lessons and music lessons, going without things themselves to enable me to continue going.

Looking back, I suppose I could have been seen as spoilt as I did all those things and my siblings didn't but then, they had absolutely no interest in doing most of the things I did. My brother had some outside interests, majorettes, nursing cadets, sea cadets but my sister had absolutely no interest in socialising outside of school.

Things equalled out later in life though, both my brother and sister had their driving lessons and tests paid for, I self funded and when my sister left home, my parent's purchased all the major items for her flat and got her TV licence.

LydiaJ

michaels wrote: »

Oh dear, failed the red light test. Put a movie on while I did the treadmill, treadmill is only 20 mins but then I was hooked on the movie. DW can fall asleep in movies but I can not start a movie without watching to the end, similarly 10 mins reading before bed can turn into 3 hours and much to late for bed. Do other NP have the self control not to do this?

Clearly I don't.

SingleSue wrote: »

Aww thankyou for your offer but it's this sort of thing that the PIP is designed to cover (alongside a gardener, decorator, special aids, carers etc).

I thought I could stave off having to have deliveries for a little longer, it had been a struggle before the boys came home but I had found a way of doing little and often even though it left me exhausted and in pain each time. Whilst they were home, it was easy peasy, Josh would run me around the supermarket in the wheelchair, load and then pack at the tills and then carry the bags from the car and unpack them.

Quite depressing that the time has come earlier/quicker than I thought it would, one more bit of independence gone, not much left now!

Sue, that sounds grim. Sending hugs.
Well, the offer stands indefinitely, and is meant for real. If you really don't need help with delivery charges then please use the PIP for deliveries while your big boys are away. Getting so tired and in so much pain makes your condition get worse, doesn't it? I'm sure the NP are united in not wanting that.

SingleSue

michaels wrote: »

Oh dear, failed the red light test. Put a movie on while I did the treadmill, treadmill is only 20 mins but then I was hooked on the movie. DW can fall asleep in movies but I can not start a movie without watching to the end, similarly 10 mins reading before bed can turn into 3 hours and much to late for bed. Do other NP have the self control not to do this?

I'm an obsessive clock watcher, so don't lose track of time. If there was one absolutely spot on way of stressing me out it is to hide or disable a clock.

Saying that, I like to watch to the end of a film, so will work out the approx time it will finish and decide before starting to watch it if I can finish it at an appropriate time.

Reading I can get more lost but will still check the time every 15 mins or so, sometimes I just think to hell with it and carry on reading even though the time is ticking on and I should really be thinking about going to sleep.

SingleSue

LydiaJ wrote: »

Clearly I don't.



Sue, that sounds grim. Sending hugs.
Well, the offer stands indefinitely, and is meant for real. If you really don't need help with delivery charges then please use the PIP for deliveries while your big boys are away. Getting so tired and in so much pain makes your condition get worse, doesn't it? I'm sure the NP are united in not wanting that.

It certainly does unfortunately, it also increases the damage to the nerves in my spine so it becomes tremor and spasm city for a while after too. I can always tell when I have done too much even before the real pain and exhaustion hits, as my left arm and hand will twitch and shake so much it becomes impossible to do anything with it...not good for a left handed person!

Generally and being completely rebellious, I will push on and try to work around it/through it, hence the collapsing several times just recently as my body decided it was going to retaliate my rebellion by pretty much saying "Nope, not doing this anymore, begger you" and giving up.

I know the above sounds silly, or playing with fire but it's the way I have always done things, always push the boundaries, go beyond capabilities, just keep going, push through the pain barrier and it has been how I have managed to achieve or with the boys, to keep going even when I wanted to give up.....I don't give up easily, so this is a big mental hurdle for me to get my head around, I really really don't want to give in to this horrible condition.

Doozergirl

LydiaJ wrote: »

Decades later, I still happily eat potatoes, although if I have to eat them boiled I put butter on them, and I tend to avoid cabbage unless it's the only vegetable on offer. It's not so much a dislike of it as just a feeling that I have already eaten at least twice a reasonable lifetime's supply of cabbage...

I feel the same about sandwiches. My school was too small to have a kitchen so we were forced to eat packed lunches.

I'll rarely choose to eat a sandwich.

Pyxis

SingleSue wrote: »

It certainly does unfortunately, it also increases the damage to the nerves in my spine so it becomes tremor and spasm city for a while after too. I can always tell when I have done too much even before the real pain and exhaustion hits, as my left arm and hand will twitch and shake so much it becomes impossible to do anything with it...not good for a left handed person!

Generally and being completely rebellious, I will push on and try to work around it/through it, hence the collapsing several times just recently as my body decided it was going to retaliate my rebellion by pretty much saying "Nope, not doing this anymore, begger you" and giving up.

I know the above sounds silly, or playing with fire but it's the way I have always done things, always push the boundaries, go beyond capabilities, just keep going, push through the pain barrier and it has been how I have managed to achieve or with the boys, to keep going even when I wanted to give up.....I don't give up easily, so this is a big mental hurdle for me to get my head around, I really really don't want to give in to this horrible condition.

Perhaps you might consider compromising with the condition? That's to say, to get a delivery for boring and heavy stuff like loo rolls, cleaning materials stuff, non-perishable bottles, tins and packets that will last. If you can possibly buy a quantity to stock up on, you might only need the delivery once a month.( A big ask, on a weekly budget, I know...... been there, done that, but might be the occasion to dip into any savings just to start you off, then build up a 'delivery pot' for the next month's delivery).

Then once a week, go yourself, but just to buy the perishable stuff. So not too many bags, and won't take so long.