Today's question to ponder over...have you ever 'Googled' your own name?
Well I tried it. First I looked up my maiden name "Lucy Fawcett". Apparently there is an actress named Lucy Fawcett! She hasn't been in anything that I recognise though. Interestingly there is a Fawcett Society! I was a little disappointed to find it's nt an organisation for the family name of Fawcett, instead it's an equal rights group. I did think it ironic that on the front page of thier website (www.fawcettsociety.org.uk) they have details of thier Women's 5k Challenge!!! There is also a hockey player, a policewoman, a drummer and a writer amongst others.
Looking up "Lucy Green" provided a lot more hits. Interestingly, my website came up on the 2nd page (www.lucygreen.co.uk), although I think Matt had told me that the domain name needs renewing. Too many to look at so I narrowed it down with first "London", but got to page 10 without uncovering anything particularly interesting. So secondly tried the addition of "Sheffield" and found a couple of links to postings about our city centre flat that we rented out a couple of years ago but that was all really.
So I have added both names as a tag to this posting - wonder if they'll feature in my search now???
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Monday, 18 August 2008
Please Don't Worry
I was talking to my friend today who was telling me about someone she met over the weekend. This lady was Grandmother to a 2 year old, who was shortly to be coming out of a splint having had a metal plate put in her hip. The Grandmother was very worried as the consultant had told them all that it was likely that the girl would need a hip replacement by the time she was 18 years old. The worry was regarding the hopes that the family had for thier girl to attend University and they were worried that this woud disrupt her at a vital point in her life.
My friend told them of my experiences and whilst we won't ever know how serious the little girls conditin was in regards to mine, the Grandmother was apparently suitably re-assured.
You never really consider the worry of those around you in a situation like this, but having my own child now, it must be so hard watching your little one go through that and I have been told about how my Grandfather spent every spare moment by my hospital bed after I had my operations. Let's hope they felt heartened by what my friend told them.
My friend told them of my experiences and whilst we won't ever know how serious the little girls conditin was in regards to mine, the Grandmother was apparently suitably re-assured.
You never really consider the worry of those around you in a situation like this, but having my own child now, it must be so hard watching your little one go through that and I have been told about how my Grandfather spent every spare moment by my hospital bed after I had my operations. Let's hope they felt heartened by what my friend told them.
Sunday, 17 August 2008
Has the Highway Code Changed?
Rant time now.
I have observed that the single-most thing guaranteed to make my blood boil when it comes to driving, is when an obstruction is on the opposite side of the raod to me but the on-coming drivers seem blissfully unaware of the fact that this means they ought to stop and give way!
So the next time anyone feels the need to just squeeze through past those parked cars on Brincliffe Edge in Sheffield, if you see a mad irate women at the wheel of a black Mazda estate, help me regulate my blood pressure and think twice!
I have observed that the single-most thing guaranteed to make my blood boil when it comes to driving, is when an obstruction is on the opposite side of the raod to me but the on-coming drivers seem blissfully unaware of the fact that this means they ought to stop and give way!
So the next time anyone feels the need to just squeeze through past those parked cars on Brincliffe Edge in Sheffield, if you see a mad irate women at the wheel of a black Mazda estate, help me regulate my blood pressure and think twice!
Thank You Mr Case!
Isn't it strange how sometimes people you don't really know can have a profound effect on your life?
I was pondering over the fact that the surgeon who put my hip back together again, Mr Case, (who unfortunately is now deceased) will never know how much quality of life I have had at his hands! His modest estimation that I might manage until my mid-twenties before requiring a replacement hip joint, far under-estimated his own skill and knowledge - I am nearing my 33rd birthday and I am still very active (even if I am in a lot of pain!).
At some point in the fiasco around my birth, my Mother was told I was dead, until they found a heart beat and revised thier analysis to brain-damaged. Fortunately - I am neither. In diagnosing my hip complaint, my mother was this time told I would never walk (not by Mr Case I might add), and again I proved them wrong. I have had a normal active life thus far.
Normal - that, I think is the crux of it. I remember a sports day at my primary school - I was probably 10 - and I was the last one round the running course. Everyone else had finished way ahead of me, but as I came around for my final lap, my teacher said to me "It's OK Lucy, you can stop here". It was met with a breathy but emphatic "NO!" and on I struggled around the field, to be met with applause and cheering at the finish line. I didn't want pity - I just wanted to be normal.
I also remember visiting Mr Case on one of the last occasions I saw him. I had hurt my hip and just needed to be checked out. "So how did you do hurt yourself?" I remembr him asking me. I replied I had been ski-ing and fallen, and I am still not sure to this day whether the look he gave me was one of horror or silent pride.
Sometimes I wish I could share my gratitude with these people who helped to put me where I am today - and I realise that Mr Case isn't likely to read this (unless they have broadband in Heaven!) but if anyone who knows him does...on his behalf please receive my thanks, for letting me be normal!
I was pondering over the fact that the surgeon who put my hip back together again, Mr Case, (who unfortunately is now deceased) will never know how much quality of life I have had at his hands! His modest estimation that I might manage until my mid-twenties before requiring a replacement hip joint, far under-estimated his own skill and knowledge - I am nearing my 33rd birthday and I am still very active (even if I am in a lot of pain!).
At some point in the fiasco around my birth, my Mother was told I was dead, until they found a heart beat and revised thier analysis to brain-damaged. Fortunately - I am neither. In diagnosing my hip complaint, my mother was this time told I would never walk (not by Mr Case I might add), and again I proved them wrong. I have had a normal active life thus far.
Normal - that, I think is the crux of it. I remember a sports day at my primary school - I was probably 10 - and I was the last one round the running course. Everyone else had finished way ahead of me, but as I came around for my final lap, my teacher said to me "It's OK Lucy, you can stop here". It was met with a breathy but emphatic "NO!" and on I struggled around the field, to be met with applause and cheering at the finish line. I didn't want pity - I just wanted to be normal.
I also remember visiting Mr Case on one of the last occasions I saw him. I had hurt my hip and just needed to be checked out. "So how did you do hurt yourself?" I remembr him asking me. I replied I had been ski-ing and fallen, and I am still not sure to this day whether the look he gave me was one of horror or silent pride.
Sometimes I wish I could share my gratitude with these people who helped to put me where I am today - and I realise that Mr Case isn't likely to read this (unless they have broadband in Heaven!) but if anyone who knows him does...on his behalf please receive my thanks, for letting me be normal!
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