Further to the constipation trade show dilemma and the PBS.

In response to the Post on  the Constipation Stand at the Pharmacy Trade Show,

YOU MAY REMEMBER THIS PHOTO

BLIGHTY QUESTIONED THE MEANING OF PBS

Dear Mrs In Townsille, I wish to complain in the strongest possible terms about your scandalously inadequate coverage of Movicol, Australia’s Number 1 PBS Laxative, I feel you did not go into this area deeply enough. Moreover, there is no explanation for the uniniated of what PBS stands for – I can only guess at “Poo Buildup Syndrome” or “Plumbing Blockage Scenario” but it is not satisfactory that I am literally having to make sh*t up here… I would like to add that I enjoy a good Movicol as much as the next man/woman, I particularly enjoyed Mamma Mia but Sound of Music will always be my favourite. Must go run over some hedgehogs now, Cruella xxx

WELL OBVIOUSLY I HAD TO CALL IN AN EXPERT

A PHARAMCIST IN FACT

KNOWN TO YOU ALL

I PROUDLY PRESENT MY FIRST GUEST BLOGGER

LITTLE JAMES.


Hello all Lou’s blogworld friends.

Little (insert other adjectives here) James here.

I understand and take very seriously, my obligation to give you factual and relevant information about what PBS stands for.

I truly have a  genuine desire to use Blighty’s definition at work in the Pharmacy, Poo Build-Up Syndrome, but it’s just not the done thing here in Townsville.

To answer your  question as a professional pharmacist, I must make reference to the Bristol Stool Scale, and  pay homage to all those

(perhaps even some of these distinguished Bristol University Folk)

who selflessly gave a shit to the University of Bristol

(University of Bristol)

to help formulate the Stool Scale.  For those of you whom are musically minded, this scale is unlike musical scales

[answers.gif]

and does not incorporate, nor take in to consideration any order of audibal pitch that may arise during the toilet-going experience.

I PRESENT THE BRISTOL STOOL SCALE

https://i0.wp.com/impactednurse.com/pics4/poo_scale.gif

Blighty

Please pay attention:

Does your number 2 look like a number 1, you need the number 1 PBS laxative, prevents Possible Broken Seals which may lead to Painful Bloody Stitches.
Or perhaps your number 2 looks like number two, then Movicol is still your number 1 Choice in avoiding Praying But Squeezing too much.
If your number 2s are like the number 3s, Movicol still has the answer –  no need to suffer from Personal Bum Sadness here.
Type 4 is the holy grail of poos. If you are producing type 4 then there’s obviously no Painful Butt Squirming going on at all.
If your number 2s resemble number 5s, uh oh, time to call the Poo Binding Squad you really need to take a firmer approach.
Number 6 number 2s can be cause for concern, for God’s sake don’t use Movicol as things are Pretty Bloody Sloppy as it is.
If, heaven forbid, your number 2s are number 7 all I can say is that you really need to look at Putting a Blockage Somewhere.

Hope that clears up the PBS system for you Blighty.

Some , very boring people within the Australian Pharmaceutical Industry, including Government Officials, and even pharmacists themselves refer to the PBS as the Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme:  The Australian scheme for subsiding the cost of medication to consumers of pharmaceuticals.

On this blog we prefer to dig deeper into these vexing quetions.

Regards to all of you, I read your comments regularly, and Lou talks about you all with great affection so I feel as if I know you already.

Must say I’m a bit disappointed as the slowness of my adjective though.

Kind Regards

James.

Advertisements

Lazy me .. taking ages to blog. Photos at bottom.

Sorry.

I’m on  a mission to do a blog in response to Blighty’s comment about the

Movical stand at the Trade Show.

Little James (the pharmacist) and I are doing this as a joint effort.

 

We met to today to nut it out,

came up with some amazing stuff

gross (diagrams not images)

but somehow we actaully did about

4 hours of real work.

I can assure you it was an accident

and we will not let work interfere with the blog again.

Movical and PBS post is coming I promise.

Lou

xxx

THINKING OF CHANGING MY NAME TO MOANA, still totally not in love with my back, I think it should have fixed itself by now .

And boy am I over wearing this  Brace.  Supposed to have sleeping in it, which of course I have not been doing.  Gave it a try last night – promise it’s not going back on any night again.

So guys, promise me, never to break your backs!

Seriously interferes with blogging and sense of humour.

The upside of Broken BackI can only wear Birkenstocks 

I can only wear Birkenstocks - for balance and support

So, I needed

 

4 new pairs.

First photo post,,, don’t get excited

It’s iPhone from old iPhoto not that stupid aperture.

 

 

THEY REALLY DID HAVE A CONSTIPATION TRADE SHOW EXHIBIT

SEE, I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP

HARD TO GLAM UP FOR A GALA DINNER IN A BRACE

DON’T KNOW IF IT LOOKED ANY BETER WITH THE FLASH

I DID TRY TO DISGUISE THE BRACE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE

BUT ISN’T IT OBVIOUS I’M HOPELESS AT TAKING PHOTOS OF MYSELFF IN MIRRORS.

YUCK CITY!

THOSE DODGY CHEAP TEETH WHITENERS WERE THERE TRYING TO SELL THEIR STUFF TO PHARMACISTS.

MY ADVICE – GO TO YOUR DENTIST – THEY CHECK YOUR TEETH PROPERLY

PART OF THE MAGIC ROBOT THE BOYS SPENT ALL WEEKEND EXPLORING

IT REALLY DID NOT FASCINATE ME

EVEN FROM THIS ANGLE

AREN'T PHARMACY TRADE SHOWS EXCITING

So I’ve finally got a post up, with piccies.

I know it’s short and not terribly coherent, but sad to say I truly am in a lot of pain, and it’s been an effort to get this done tonight.  Not a sob story, just explaining why it’s a bit dodgy.  And it’s late and I’ve had my meds – which according to my nearest and dearest, do make me a bit slurry.
The conference really did set me back was probably too tiring, and I’m working pretty hard all day (on real work) but – I have a funny Dodgy Brother Story for you tomorrow.
Am going to try and see if we can do a re-enactment for photos for you.  Siggi Boyle blotted his copybook severely this morning.  He’s so sensitive no-one even yelled at him although he deserved it, but he knew he was in trouble and spent the day with his comfort sport sock in his mouth.  Just carted it everywhere with him all day, looking really miserable.  Chihuahuas can be a bit different!
Good night, thanks for your patience with my terrible blogging recently, going to up the physio visits to try and get my sense of humour back.
Love
Louise

Home in Townsville…….a word of advice if you are going to break your back

Hi everyone,

Sorry no posts and still no photos.

I promise I have not forgotten you.

 

Guess what? No matter what anyone ever says to you

Do not go to the Gold Coast for a Pharmacy Conference, 6 weeks after you’ve broken your back.

No matter now many promises are made (by caring and concerned husbands and staff, including the generally SAINTED Little James) that you will not have to

  • attend lectures
  • go to trade shows
  • look at dispensing machinery
  • just pop in to the Welcome Function for the Trade Show
  • just spend one hour at the Gala Dinner on Saturday night
  • catch up with colleagues you’ve known for 30 years
  • and because you are wearing a back brace, repeat the story of how you broke the damn back 76,852 times
  • go to the Apple shop at Robina twice to get your phone fixed
  • first time to replace the back that was smashed in the fall
  • second time to have the phone replaced because when they replaced the back they stuffed up the computer inside the phone (that had survived the fall)
  • be told you will need an outfit for the Gala Dinner and Welcome reception

Guys, am I getting good at this dobbing  or what?

I was supposed to lie in bed and rest, do water walking therapy in heated pool, and catch up with Mum and two super cool friends you read in the comments section -Annie (Anne Marie) and Kate B.

I will write the real story tomorrow.  Today I was the walking “I am so sorry for myself, so sore, so tired, so hard done by, so conned, misery gutz” anything I wrote would be depressing.

Tomorrow you will finally get the real story, and I will make sure you get to see the funny side of it all. I managed to see the humour of some of it by tonight, despite playing the “victim of travel and conference abuse all through dinner”.

I have photos on my brand new iPhone that I can post – so that’s at least something.  I’m sure you’ll really love the photos of some of the trade show stands – the Constipation one was particularly tasteful.

And a dishy little 25 year old Apple Genius hunk thinks he’s solved my problem on how to get photos out of Apple Aperture and on to the blog.  In case I did not concentrate properly, I bought an Apple One to One ,membership, which they promise, has video tutorials that make all apps easy for 6  to 90 year olds.

I’ll be sure to report the honesty of that boast after I’ve watched the Aperture one.

Tomorrow, I have over 200 cleaning lady application letters to read – promises to be a fun filled day.  Am contemplating my drug hoard to decide which ones will kill the pain but keep me alert – could be a bit of a problem.

Hi to everyone who had emailed – there’s been a pretty consistent theme going on: Genuine concern about my health, and demands to know WHERE ARE YOU, WHY HAVEN’T YOU BLOGGED?

Answer: Mr iT, who is becoming referred to by me as THE BAD MAN after the Conference Con, set such a cracking pace, I virtually did not even turn on my laptop for the 5 days I was away.

Linda in Chile, an Blighty can tell you all about the new woman in my life, Francesca.   they’ve both heard a LOT about her!

Love to all

Can’t wait for photos to get back on this page,

Lou

xxxx

I’m on the Gold Coast – getting here, is getting me over the fear of the pain killers

Off to the Apple Shop.

They are going to fix my broken iPhone 4 (of course it was in my pocket when I fell) and

they are going to give me the secret password on how you get photos out of Aperture

and onto my Bog.

 

Details to follow later today.

 

HUGE , HUGE, HUGE,

DOBBING BLOG COMING AS WELL

You’ve all encouraged me to vent as a pain relief mechanism

so be prepared for the evil deeds of Mr iT.

 

Was telling Paula in previous post comments,

he’s dug a trench through the house and wears a tin hat, crawls though the trenches in case I catch sight of him.

I occasionally catch him peering over the top of the trench, tin hat and all, trying to get to the kitchen or somehwere important.

Rest assured, my vocab on poor nursing skills is expanding.

 

Chat later today, hopefully with photos.

Little, Adorable, Gorgeous, Juicy, Dreamboat James

is at conference too.

Still don’t think we’ve come up with the perfect girlfriend finding adjective.

 

Lou

xxx

The grass is always greener …. but sometimes the wives are a bit meaner.

Hello everyone,

I’ve been off the air for a few days and I owe comments and emails aplenty.

Lots of apologies.

By some mysterious process of horrid osmosis my body has been invaded by

a really, cranky, mean old duck who gets very angry at the drop of a hat.

Mind you, a bloody damn site more than hats get dropped around here

which could be contributing to Mrs Crankybum’s bodily takeover here inTownsville.

Mr iT had a footballers (we sponser an AFL club here) preseason BBQ organised (months ago I’ll admit) here, which co-incided  with

  1. My first day out of hospital after almost 5 weeks
  2. 4 days after the fire in the house (saved of course by Bronson the Hero Bichon)
  3. No cyclone damage repairs yet (admittedly mostly upstairs, not down where guests would be)
  4. The lawn area where everyone was supposed to eat and mingle etc – was exactly where all the firemens’ hoses had been hard at work -which meant lawn was a swamp and plywood had to be laid over it all so people could walk across the lawn
  5. Oh and the day before I came home Mr iT gave the cleaning lady notice.

See – I’ve turned into a dobber – I really am cranky and mean, I should never be a blogger dobber.

So now here’s the good news.

So Having got all that off my chest, and STILL fighting Apple Aperture (preventing me from posting photos), what’s to say.

WE are still AMAZINGLY lucky, despite all of the above moaning, my stepdaughter (for more than 30 years) and her Japanese husband and the grandkids live in Tokyo, and my Son-in-Law’s Brothers and their families all live in Sendai.  By late this afternoon, every single one of them has been accounted for.  Step-daughter, hubby and kids, finally got through to us late on Friday night, some of the in-laws by late Saturday night, and just received email that a few nieces and nephews of my son-in-law have all turned up.

I’m amazed that out of all the horror of this year – my family and our dramas have been so fortunate, and I am hoping and sending whatever good karma to all of you that you and your loved ones have escaped the latest disaster thrown at us.

I am cranky because I figured my back would be better by now. Poo Bum it’s not.

Also cranky because I thought I’d be off the heavy duty painkillers, and now my friends have finally admitted that I slur my words when I have to take Endone – and I cannot leave the house without taking Endone.

This amuses them terribly, but I’m really cranky they didn’t tell me till this weekend.  I suppose I’ve been very entertaining as Mrs Slurry.

 

Oh, I should have started this writing this blog days ago, I have actually been very, very  depressed (SO not ME) though the Dr warned me painkillers do this, plus being  cooped up in house of ill repute -housekeeping wise is v. depressing.

But, having a chat to you all on the blog, and doing the big dobber dobber act right at the top, then sharing the family luck re: Japan Earthquake has cheered me up.  Ad I’m not in POOR me mode anymore.

I’m off to go read your blogs now, even though it’s 11.19pm Sunday night.

 

Dr’s Appointment and more Xrays tomorrow, fingers and toes (FF2010) for me please

Love

Lou

xxxx

 

 

Well I’m home, service in Hospital was better, but FREEEEEEDOM!

Hi all.

I am struggling with WordPress yet again.

and the Photo problems with Aperture.

BUT I do have lots of funny stuff to tell you, about getting home at last.

Also,

a national magazine is chasing Bronson the ‘wonderdog’s story, and wants to pay for it.

(Hmmmm, big donation to my new project of funding surgery for severely mistreated Dogs (oh and I suppose if needs be, some cats too).

So will attempt a decent post later today.

Unfortunately the wonder back is anything but … and is seriously misbehaving.

Drs insist  you take the dratted heavy hitter pills for the pain,

and get over imagining you’ll turn into a drug addict – not an issue when dealing with serious pain.

So, I get myself all geared up for the daily fight with WordPress, start a blog, answer some emails and comments, and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Siggi Boyle has has tried writing the blog a few times, but none of you speak Chihuahua so I have not posted any of his efforts.

I have a heat pack on the bed, electric, great painkiller, and it’s become the true love of Siggi’s little life.

The laptop is sort of infront of the heat pad in my bed, I fall asleep and Sig manages to squeeze the heat pack out from under me, get himself on it, and finds his paws just fit on the keyboard.

Hence his new blogging career.

I will try to edit this today and add photos, so it might look a bit better tonight.

Cheers,

and love

to all

Louise

xxx