Cinds do you ever get scared that sometimes you actually say you inner thoughts out loud?
Vomiting - it really scares me - close to tears
I've said it before..........you in the profession you are....have to take the rough with the smooth
Same as me
Are you a support worker?
I thought you worked behind a bar?
Not trying to be clever, but I'm sure I saw recently a post about nasty girls coming in to the bar you worked at? (when I say recently, this means in the last few years)
Vomiting - it really scares me - close to tears
I've said it before..........you in the profession you are....have to take the rough with the smooth
Same as me
Are you a support worker?
Soz, I didn't highlight properly. I'm a receptionist/admin that works with the unemployed .............some peeps want to work.......some don't.......you know what I mean
Cinds do you ever get scared that sometimes you actually say you inner thoughts out loud?
Hahahhahaha.
I doesn't scare me, it just happens from time to time.
I love the phrase 'rough with the smooth' in the context of vomiting. Is the smooth minus the bits of carrot and whole peas?
Vomiting - it really scares me - close to tears
I've said it before..........you in the profession you are....have to take the rough with the smooth
Same as me
Are you a support worker?
I thought you worked behind a bar?
Not trying to be clever, but I'm sure I saw recently a post about nasty girls coming in to the bar you worked at? (when I say recently, this means in the last few years)
I worked behind a bar yonks ago but there was no story about a nasty girl.
Someone else i think
Yesterday I embarked on one of my phobias. I had a cataract operation. Anything to do with my eyes is a no go area, but I did it.
Well done you. Are the results instant? Is it much better?
Hope it's not too sore.
I was all bandaged up until this afternoon. I had my daughter here for the big reveal and it is quite amazing. Suddenly I can see things again which were just a shadow before and they are as clear as day.
Edit: No pain whatsoever.
Yesterday I embarked on one of my phobias. I had a cataract operation. Anything to do with my eyes is a no go area, but I did it.
Well done you. Are the results instant? Is it much better?
Hope it's not too sore.
I was all bandaged up until this afternoon. I had my daughter here for the big reveal and it is quite amazing. Suddenly I can see things again which were just a shadow before and they are as clear as day.
Edit: No pain whatsoever.
Choking scares me. I'm always frightened of possibly swallowing something and it getting stuck in my throat. I always take small mouthfuls and chew endlessly.
It's a bit of a phobia ......I'm quite scared on the rare occasion I have a boiled sweet - frightened it might just slip down. Was terrible when my kids were little and liquidised their food until they were teenagers They only had to cough slightly while they were eating and I'd be on my feet whacking them on the back.
Soozy, I'm a small bite eater, because when my sisters and I were really little (and I'm talking I was 3 or 4 at the most), one of my sisters choked on liver at our dinner table, and I remember my Dad throwing her across the table and shoving his fingers down her throat to get the food out.
I'll never ever forget that as long as I live. As young as I was, the frantic panic of my parents at that moment in time.
But anyway, I think that's why I'm a small bite eater. We can go out for a meal with loads of friends and I am still there eating slowly when everyone has been finished for ages.
Cinds I had a friend who's brother died choking on a threepenny bit. (I didn't know her at the time - it happened many years before I met her thank God).
I also had a couple of scares with boiled sweets (Barley Sugars and Mint Imperials to be precise) - my mum was a real panicker ..............I remember her running me into Mrs Shirley next door who picked me up by my ankles and whacked me on the back.
I guess these things stay with you.
Vomiting - it really scares me - close to tears
I've said it before..........you in the profession you are....have to take the rough with the smooth
Same as me
Are you a support worker?
I thought you worked behind a bar?
Not trying to be clever, but I'm sure I saw recently a post about nasty girls coming in to the bar you worked at? (when I say recently, this means in the last few years)
I worked behind a bar yonks ago but there was no story about a nasty girl.
Someone else i think
Possibly, and if it was, then I apologise.
But Mr Cinds hates me for my memory of stuff, and I would swear it was you that made the post, more because I can remember what went through my head when I read it.
Cinds I had a friend who's brother died choking on a threepenny bit. (I didn't know her at the time - it happened many years before I met her thank God).
I also had a couple of scares with boiled sweets (Barley Sugars and Mint Imperials to be precise) - my mum was a real panicker ..............I remember her running me into Mrs Shirley next door who picked me up by my ankles and whacked me on the back.
I guess these things stay with you.
It is funny how they stay with you. Sorry but I chuckled at your Mum running you in to Mrs Shirley. I bet you know Mrs Shirley's name, but you'll always call her Mrs Shirley. I have my best friend ever, and we have known each other since we were born, (we lived 4 doors away when born) and then when we were 7 we both moved house, but again in to the same street. But I still call her mam Mrs Winn, and feel really awkward when she tells me to call her 'Mary'.
We're 42 now
Cinds I had a friend who's brother died choking on a threepenny bit. (I didn't know her at the time - it happened many years before I met her thank God).
I also had a couple of scares with boiled sweets (Barley Sugars and Mint Imperials to be precise) - my mum was a real panicker ..............I remember her running me into Mrs Shirley next door who picked me up by my ankles and whacked me on the back.
I guess these things stay with you.
It is funny how they stay with you. Sorry but I chuckled at your Mum running you in to Mrs Shirley. I bet you know Mrs Shirley's name, but you'll always call her Mrs Shirley. I have my best friend ever, and we have known each other since we were born, (we lived 4 doors away when born) and then when we were 7 we both moved house, but again in to the same street. But I still call her mam Mrs Winn, and feel really awkward when she tells me to call her 'Mary'.
We're 42 now
OMG!!! I know a Mary Winn ..............she used to run the cubs/scouts when my kids were little. My kids don't call her mrs Winn they call her Akela
I wonder if my Mary Winn would appreciate being called Akela .
Abba always reminds me of my Mary Winn, she was always playing it in the house when I was there. Oh and Peach Melba's but that's another story.