Kitty Chat

Right... phone is back on again at home in Kleg, but with another new telephone number. THIS one is staying STRICTLY Unlisted and Privé. (Loooooong story, that one...)

But in regards of my ADSL, I am unable to get ahold of Alice (aka Tiscali-in-a-Wonderbra) so no Internet except Chez Tebee here in Plouguernével.

As of 17 November 2005, I am officially Divorcée according to Crewe County Court. Yeehaa. Of course, ex-Mr. has to apply for the Decree Absolute, which I really want but he cannot be arsed to apply for it... so... I must wait three months from the Decree Absolute date and apply myself. Thats 17 Feb 2006. But of course he doesn't want to apply for it, if he does, the CSA may come asking why he has only seen fit to give his children a staggering grand total of 140€ since July 2004. And so far, not even so much as a tuppence for Christmas has materialized....

Even a card would be nice. It isn't like he doesn't have the postal address... Geez, they are his children.... (Tell you what, this year I am NOT going to be making any excuses for him to the kittens as to why there are no Prezzies with 'from Daddy' on them under the Christmas tree...)

Still on codeine as my shoulder and neck are still killing me. Thats probably why I haven't posted anything on here. I write something at about 2 am, maxed out on painkillers, go back to read it later and think... 'WTF did I write that for???'... then never post it.

I am still working on my Business Plan, but I should have that all wrapped up in a day or so. Finished all my costings for my food items that I will be selling and am approaching ACCRE next week, then EDEN, then APCE. Nice to have the CCI on my side. (Is it me or does it seem like Alphabet Soup sometimes here in France?)

So my concept is close to realisation. Stay tuned....

The Cléguérec Marché de Noël, that is.

I am shattered today. Maxed out on the pain meds right now. Tell you what, thank God Séverine and Tebee were there to lend a hand! Sold lots of teas and coffees, most of my Irish Lamb stew sold as well, some of the Chilli con Carne, quite a bit of hot mulled cidre... and two gallons or so of hot mulled wine!

Managed to cover costs and pay for some of my equipment we have purchased. Just need to do a few more and I might just turn a profit... if that is possible!

I made a lot of mistakes but, heh... you have to pay for experience, right? Now I know what to do different next time.

LOTS more bacon barms....

What is a Catch 22? Here is one definition:

A no-win dilemma or paradox, similar to damned if I do, damned if I don't. For example, You can't get a job without experience, but you can't get experience unless you have a job—it's Catch-22. The term gained currency as the title of a 1961 war novel by Joseph Heller, who referred to an Air Force rule whereby a pilot continuing to fly combat missions without asking for relief is regarded as insane, but is considered sane enough to continue flying if he does make such a request.

This post is about my own, personal Catch 22. Some background first is in order.

About, oh, 12 years ago, possibly just after my accident that broke my leg in two, I began having trouble with my back. I didn't notice it so much because of the constant pain in my leg as I began to walk again, but it was still there as a dull ache, even then, like a muscle that had been overworked. I remember remarking on it once to my Osteopath at UCSD Medical Center. He said it could be something that occured during the accident and they could look at it later if it still troubled me.

Well, it has gotten to the point where it is indeed troubling me.

I have constant pain in my neck, left shoulder, upper back (thorasic) and lower back (lumbar) areas. It has been plaguing me and getting worse for years. It has now reached such a cresendo that I can't stand it. It just suddenly got worse in the last few months, around about June, I think. I always went to a Chiropractor in the States which relieved the pain, I haven't been to one regularly since coming to the UK in '96 as I simply couldn't afford paying for treatment. Chiropractic isn't covered by the NHS.

So here I am in France and it's been getting worse. It makes me sharp and impossible to be around, I'm sure. I complained to Séverine about my back after she told me that her husband had seen a kinesiotherapist that had done wonders for the pain he was experiencing in his back and shoulders.

'You should go, it's here in Kleg. Just past Shopi, down from the canteen.'

Yeah, I'd love to have massage therapy but I can't afford that. He was sent since he had a work injury.

'Ask your doctor, he may refer you, then it will be covered on the Carte Vitale.'

So I dutily tootled off to my wonderful Doctor LeMarchand who gave me a referral for ten treatments and a prescription for some pain meds, cocodomal, 30 mg codeine with 500 mg paracetamol.

The kinesiotherapist took some medical history, asked about what was affecting me now, what was going on in my life and then said, "Take your clothes off, please." This is still jarring to me. French doctors see no problem with just standing there as you struggle out of jeans, shoes, socks and blouse. No little paper dress, just you and the doctor with your bra and knickers providing feeble modesty. 

He did a lot of poking on my back then asked me to lay down. He adjusted my back, thorasic and lumber but didn't touch my neck. "We need to do an x-ray first, and some blood tests, I believe you have developed arthritis there and in your shoulder. The back is adjusted now, it is pas grave, it will get better quickly. But your neck and shoulders are serious, this is where we have to focus."

Arthritis? I'm only 47!

"It can come about because of a trauma, an accident or extreme stress and as you have told me, you have experienced all of these lately, non?"

Ok, gotta agree with you there.

"Try to take the pain medication only at night, so you can sleep. Try not to have it in the day."

Why? I wondered. Well, now I know.

If I take it at night, it takes the edge off the pain so I can get to sleep. Coupled with a glass or three of wine and I can sleep soundly, (or pass-out more like)...  but it's just hard to wake up in the morning.

If I don't take it at night, like tonight, I have no hope of falling asleep the pain is so great, I can never seem to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. If I do manage to drop off, and I move in the night, the knife of pain jolts me straight back awake.

If I take it in the day, it makes me drowsy and stupid and I find it hard to concentrate. On the other hand, the pain is managable.

If I don't take it in the day, I can't move my left arm or turn my neck without shooting pain across my upper back and neck and an incredible sharp aching that encompasses my left shoulder. It really does bring tears to my eyes it hurts so much.

So do I take the pain relief and be pain-free but stupid or not take it and be in pain and be a pain...????

There you go, Catch 22.

Just so you know, Kitty is planning on being a bit stupid for awhile.

.......and this time I have not only ADSL but wireless as well....

Now.... if I could only stay connected to the silly thing.

I just came from a bar where we stopped for a coffee. I asked for an espresso in a larger cup so I could put milk in. Actually make that two, one for each of us.

'What the bloody hell do you want, exactly?'

Ah, yes, customer service, that shining jewel in the expat business owner's crown...

I want a strong coffee, with milk. Not an élongée, not a café au lait, just a petite creme but a bit more milk.

'Yuck, coffee with milk, disgusting!'...

Yes, but thats how I like it. Me, the consumer. Me, who is paying for this.

'That will be 4€ for the two coffees then.'

What? Your posted sign says 1.20€ for a petite cream! Why are you charging me for a double shot of espresso when I only had one shot? It should be 2.40€ for the two coffees, not 4€!

'You used a lot of milk, about two tablespoons, so thats what I am charging you.'

Well, thats a rip-off and I am not paying it. Heres what I owe you. I will not be made to pay more than the others just because of one tablespoon of milk!

'Thats what I charge, 4€'

Then I won't darken your door again. Thats unfair and I will not stand for it.

'If you don't like it, then don't come back, then.'

Don't worry... I won't. And I will make sure of telling all my friends and anyone else that will listen not to accept being ripped off either.

In this life, I'm a woman...

In my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear. Yes, a bear.

Now hold on, follow my line of reasoning.

When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months..... I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.... I could deal with that too....

When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definately deal with that...

If you're Mama bear, everybody knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of hand, you swat them too. Yup..... I could deal with that as well.

If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat...

Yup, gonna be a bear!!!!

(With thanks to Sharon in Devon)

Bugs and I are hanging out in Pontivy again today. We managed to put a major dent in the wine stock last night, but we are awake, alive, dressed and almost respectable.

Thank God for paracetamol....

Had a lovely lunch and now crusing the 'net at Cyberbox.

Tomorrow we are going to Auray for the Foire des Vins...

Quelle Surprise....