Sundae keep us posted. We're pulling for you

Thanks for letting us know, and please get better soon!

We are praying for you.

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I've just managed to have a quick chat with Cherry and she's asked me to post an update.
Unfortunately, the structure of the hospital militates against mobile phone calls getting through, although texts do fare better and that has been our main form of communication over the past few days.

She's making good progress and, as things stand at the moment, Friday looks promising for her release from hospital.
That should slot in nicely as there is a long arranged trip south on Saturday morning to visit her parents.
Please join me in crossing fingers that all goes well for Cherry.

Carruthers

:fingerx::fingerx:

Thanks as always, Carruthers. Here's to a speedy recovery!

Crossed fingers, toes, and eyes.

Crossed!

Tell her that we love and wish her a speedy recovery
PS: Where are the rats?

Wishing you a speedy recovery, Sundae!

Thanks for your replies Dwellars. I'll relay them in a text to Cherry in the morning. (It's approaching 0400 here!).

PS The rats are staying at the local pet shop which also provides 'holiday accommodation' for various species.

Good, I worry about the rats.

Thanks for the updates C.

Spoken like a True Cheese Head.

I'm back in Otley.
Tired, irritable and not feeling an awful lot better (no doubt because I'm tired and irritable).
It took the best part of 3.5 hours to be discharged, then a call to my Doctor to check the new items on my prescription had been added and ask when I could collect it was a waste of time as there is nothing on my records yet.

Sigh.

I'll write up the experience later when I'm in a better frame of mind and not into blaming everyone and everything except myself.

Glad you're home x

I'm glad you are home. Hospitals suck.

We too are glad you are home.

Very good to hear you're home again, SundaeGirl.

The rat pack reunites. :hugnkiss:

Sorry and thanks for the updates.

The nice thing about having rats is that if somebody gives you a cat you don't immediately have to run out and buy cat food.

Or food.


:D

Get better. Getting better makes you feel better. Once you're better, you'll feel a lot better.

And then.... Don't get sick anymore. Then you have to get better again. But you'll feel worse until you do. Feeling worse makes the feeling better feel better, but it's not really worth it. Just stay fucking better all the time. It's better.

You better you better you bet.

You butter you butter your butt.


What?

Right.
Been accepted back to rehab/ therapy.

There aren't any options for residential therapy - at least none that I've been made aware of. Where I was in December 2014 was effectively a holding pen, to keep non-criminals in until they're no longer a danger to themselves or others. No therapy, classes, advice given.

Going back into the place I was in before (trying not to mention searchable names) is possible as I have a history of addiction, even though I am not attending for current addiction issues. Last time I was there, there were people who had been sober/ teetotal/ non-users for 1 year plus. But it's intensive and residential, which is marvellous. You don't travel for miles for a half hour session once a week, and there is always someone there to help if you have two-o'clock-in-the-morning-thoughts.

Added to that of course are facilities to do your own laundry, private baths and showers, three meals a day, weekly quiz nights and all that and everything.

But it's the classes, the therapy and the help that I am really in need of.
I f*cked up last time.
I did.
I saw alcohol as the only real issue, and in fact it was really only a symptom.
This time I am going to work on me. Instead of being scared of coming out, I can't wait. Instead of avoiding coming back to Otley I intend to embrace it, working on getting my flat habitable. I can't wait until I am at the point where I start volunteering - I especially want to work with horses, as they have a partnership with Hope Pastures (rehab for horses). That may never lead to paid work, but that was the wrong way to look at things before, and I won't do it again.

I don't care if I have to shovel poop and it will never pay a living wage. I will be of some use to someone (or something) somewhere.

I was officially accepted back after an official assessment today.
My admittal date is still to be arranged. Finance has to be agreed and organised (it's a medical decision, so it WILL be, but it may take time) and there has to be a vacancy. But I am so full of hope today.

There are things I need to organise. Not least the rats. Which I am deliberately not thinking about today because I don't want this to be a negative thing.
Also having post redirected, which is expensive but means at the very least I won't feel sick going back to the flat when I am allowed, fearing unexpected bills.
And I have to contact the electricity people to see if I can arrange a hiatus - I know it can be done when properties are unoccupied for reasons of health, but I hate hate hate dealing with authorities. However the alternative would be worse - coming back to a bill just when I'd got myself back on track!

I'll let y'all know when I have a date.
The usual suspects will have my new details. I have plenty of everything I need, but unless things have changed I may be out of contact for a while.
Look out for reports in the Yorkshire Evening Post (online, obvs) of enormously fat squirrels in Leeds.

This is fantastic news Sundae. I've also got hope for you! You can do this.

What splendid new, Sundae! You know we're all rooting for you at Limey Towers! Much much love and hope xxx

What a great start to your week, Sundae! You can do it! :thumb:

Nicely done, homegrrl. Tip top.

I hope this helps as much as you need Sundae. It's nice to see you heading into it with a positive attitude. Maybe it will be more effective as you are hoping. x

Dang girl. Sounds like you have things better planned than I do. Rooting for you big time!

You go girl.

I excel with email. elspode@gmail.com.

You go, girl.

I like to see the Happy Sundae. She is so beautiful.

^WSS^

I think you should concentrate on more serious issues first. There's plenty of time to have a social life after.

If I was going to wait to contact the Cellar until I had that kind of date, you'd never hear from me again!

Barring disasters, like me taking another fun trip to hospital, an outbreak of chicken pox at the unit (this happened last time I was due an interview) then I'll be going in on Tuesday 29 March.

It's too far away in some aspects - anxiety levels are spiking, I'm suffering from dizzying highs and nauseous lows. But on the other it's almost too close because I'm feared I won't get everything sorted in time.

Off to Leeds today to get another really brutal haircut.
I don't want to be worried about looking after my appearance to start with, as in some ways it's going to be an even bigger adjustment than before. I more used to living on my own again, even though I fail at it, and I have a better idea of what's at stake.

Had a rotten email from Mum about this. Of all the things she could choose to focus on FFS. Told me "if I went ahead with it" (the haircut!) then I wasn't to send her any photos. After letting myself get all upset, I figured my hair was mine and I could do what I wanted with it. I can live with not sending her photos of me.
By the time I come out it will be about the length it is now anyway.

So I'm off on the bus to sort out some bits & pieces.
I'll be around until Thurs, then on Saturday, but the library will be closed over Easter. So if I disappear in a pink cloud of near-baldness you'll know why.

I want to see a pic of your new do.

Hair is a sensitive item with your Mom right now. Imagine she was flat broke and you were throwing money in the trash.

Mum's always been sensitive about my appearance. She'd say things like, "Oh if you only lost some weight you could go on that quiz show, you'd do really well" or "I wish you wouldn't wear bright colours, you're too old for them" (that corker was when I was in my thirties).

But yeah, I didn't shout at her. She doesn't even know she hurt my feelings. I think she was being a cow, but she is dealing will a heck of a lot right now.
So she just gets denied photos, what a terrible punishment, eh?

Fargon, I'll take a pic when I've been in for a week or so.
Feeling vulnerable right now, so although the normal rule on here is don't comment on someone's appearance unless you have something nice to say, I'd rather not share.

Then normal service will be resumed and the Cellar will be as thick with selfies of me as it's ever been. Like a teenage boy's sheets.

I'm looking forward to the pictures you post

Sundae has asked me to post this on her behalf so that Dwellars can see the starting point, as it were.

By the time she finishes her rehab/therapy her hair should be back to normal length.

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Sundae had just come in from the blistering sunshine that defines West Yorkshire hence the sun specs.

Beautiful, and Sexy...

Can I call you Ripley?

Shirley, you can call me what you want ;)

Think I have most things sorted now.
The person I know in Otley (note the singular!) wants me to come up to his on Monday night. But as it's the night before, I'm going to be all over the place. And it will be an early start on Tuesday, so I'd rather be alone.
He's trying to tempt me with The Walking Dead (airs on Mondays in the UK) but I'm going to miss the end of the series anyway, so it's not enough of a draw.

Poor Rick Grimes, being passed over for therapy.

I've sorta made things up with Mum.
As I say, I didn't let her know she hurt my feelings because she doesn't need my brand of hyper-sensitivity right now (or any time!)
So normal communication has resumed, which is good. I'm going in to sort my head out; the last thing I need is pointless, recent, unresolved issues. Especially over something as silly as hair.

Funnily enough, when I had myself near-scalped, a lock of my hair fell into my bag.
Still trying to decide whether sending it to her as a joke will tickle her or annoy her.
Am thinking - as Bruce said - perhaps it won't be funny because of the chemo.

Maybe I should auction it off on here.
But I'm sure there's magic which can be done with a lock of hair...

Posted on behalf of Sundae.
 

Sundae and I had quite a long chat last night and she asked me to post a few photos here.

Communications were quite restricted for the first week or so, but now things are starting to ease.

There still won't be on demand access to a PC and the Internet, but I'm sure she'll post as and when she can.

I hope that you'll forgive the somewhat sparse narrative, but the images should broadly speak for themselves.

If you have any messages for Sundae, perhaps you'd post them over the next couple of days and I'll print and surrender them to the mercies of snail mail.

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Above and below with great smiles that augur well for the future.

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A room with a view. Taken on a somewhat misty April morning in Yorkshire and, as you can see, the trees are doing a sterling job ignoring the siren call of Spring.

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The Arran monkey. Taken into captivity on Sundae's trip to Arran in July last year.

What does it say in the first picture? The white oval that looks like a talk bubble for the cat?


Oh, and tell her Hi! :D

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'Santa tastes just like chicken'. :eek:

The pic was taken in a mirror, by the looks of it.

Your greeting duly passed on, Bruce. I'm sure Sundae will be pleased to hear from you. :thumb:

Thank you for the update, Carruthers. I'd been thinking of our Sundae for the last few days.

And just look at her...Hair-colored hair!!!

Hiya, Sundae! Keep on keeping on, girl!

What he said!

I want you to know that I care about you. I want you to believe it.

And if you threw a stick for us, we'd surely go retrieve it.

Happy to see that Arran Monkey is helping Cherry! Love from all at Chateau Limey!

Sent by thought transference

Tell her Hi from from us.

Nice to hear from her. Thanks, Carruthers.

I'm liking her smile.

Hey Sundae!! Love that smile. I think this is the first time I have seen you with natural colored hair. I like it

Sundae! You look great. Much love hon, and a big beardie hug from Chops