My birthday isn’t until next week, but this year I received the 5 books in the Sim War Series as an early present.
My better half said “You’ll like them! They’re ‘military Sci-Fi!’”. Hmmmm.
I was hoping she was right, but you never really know until you open the cover, so I was prepared to be disappointed. Instead, to my surprise, I really liked the books. 🙂 I read them all in about 6 days, but could have motored through them much faster if I’d wanted to be anti-social.
When I finished, she asked me what I thought of them & what they were like. So here’s my answer:
Well…. they are a little like ‘Dune’ in the scheming & political machinations that are never far below the surface. Humanity is locked in a decades long war against an enemy that just might be cannon fodder for another, unknown alien race. No more plot disclosures from me! 😉
The author, having a military background, throws in battle scenes that reminded me of the Vietnam War (the VC tactic to “Grab their belts to fight them!” came to mind in one section) and other conflicts.
There was only one thing that annoyed me – just a little, but still, I found it annoying… The books form part of a series of 5, but the author felt the need to rehash the previous book’s plot points at the beginning of books 2 thru 5. It seems unnecessary to me. If the reader hasn’t purchased the earlier books in the series, let them go and buy them! 🙂
Mr O’Neil writes well and easily keeps the reader’s interest thru til the last book. On finishing the final book, I was sorry that I’d come to the end. I would gladly read a 6th or 7th book following the exploits of the “Orphans”.
In anticipation of my first Reubens in over 6 months…. love my #MasonDixonAU
Well, a few months and 29kg down the tracks and I am still slugging on. I am now at a point where an egg is satisfying and not much more. I have had a fall, broke a couple things including a tooth and now I’m just coasting.
Many things have been through my mind, including what is with hanging on to. Friends and clothing alike. People do grow out of friendships as I have learnt. What I never thought though that others like getting in the last word… over and over I guess. All good.
I farewelled my Godmother yesterday. She taught me a few things… keep going until you get it right, perseverance and share you knowledge with the world. This is my theory with my crafting… share it with everyone. I may not be an expert, but what I know I am happy to share. Please don’t stop asking me questions.
Yes, that is what I felt like on Monday. I attended my first top up and review. The dietitian, Kia, was wonderful. So supportive and helpful. the Registrar on the other hand was the Vampire slayer…
‘Lie over this pillow’ push shove knead and thump… oh she found the port… next she fills the needle with just 2 ml of water and I ask ‘will this hurt?’ “let me put it this way’ she says raising her arm with the needle above her head ‘it is not going to feel comfortable”. With that, she takes a stab at my stomach. she withdraws it a little and moves it a bit then stabs again when she thinks she has it she leans on it with her entirety… Oh Dear Lord… I thought I lost a Kidney… Honestly, I could not sit up it hurt so much.
Ok, that done I get told, I have go go back in another 4 weeks to do it again… Please God, not again. No one told me about this pain as well.
I did manage to test my boundaries today again… Mason Dixon onion rings… I only had 4… my eyes are still rolling back in my head… Why oh Why did I crave onion rings?
Yay! I have made it this far! I forgot to weigh myself this week but I was also a bit clogged up. Thank goodness for Prune juice eh?
I decided I will aim for 5kg per month. Not I just have to exercise every day and just make the right choices. People are amazed at the small amount I can eat. And not feeling like a pig if I eat more than half a cup can’t be good for my self esteem. I have discovered marshmallows go down well. And a cup of hot chocolate is a meal. Oh, a divine sandwich place called Mason Dixon Make some heavenly Grits with cheese and bacon. I am wondering if I will be able to eat a mini Rubens again?
I tend to get pains only if I over eat but thankfully, I haven’t felt the need to throw up yet. On Monday I go for my first adjustment. This may be interesting. I can only say I still haven’t felt full at any one sitting. It is always about 20 minutes later.
My feet still hurt worse than ever. The doctor said that will pass. Right now, I doubt it. Swelling or not, the feet are killing me. The damage done by the hush puppies in July also hasn’t healed properly. C’est la vie eh?
I managed two walks today regardless of pain so I plan another attempt tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Hey there, thanks for coming back. Well, today I have noticed that the port site is somewhat herniated. I have lost another 1.5 kg since Wednesday and doctor visit is this afternoon.
Last night I thought I had done myself a damage and torn something inside. It was right on the site of the second bruise. I was just placing my hands on the arm of the chair and it was like a snap or a tear. Immense pain! So much I felt nauseous. Oh well. Let’s see what the doc says this afternoon. J has been a saint caring for me. Finding me food that I could possibly eat and actually preparing it for me even though I’m not hungry. I dare say when I am back to eating ‘properly’ the weight loss will either stagnate or slow dramatically. I think I will focus on the present though. So far, so good.
Well, at the urging of several doctors, I underwent gastric lapbanding. All I can say is no one prepared me for the pain. I was told by a few people, including some friends, welcome to your new life.
I don’t see it when I look in the mirror. In fact, I see nothing different when I look in the mirror. I still don’t like looking at myself. Nothing has changed since the day before I had the op except some ugly dressings and some equally ugly bruising.
I have lost 3.8kg but I didn’t feel like eating.
Today, 5 days later, I can finally stand up without great pain. Walking still hurts on the lower part of my stomach. I can finally sleep on my left side. I am unable to take a deep breath and my. Death always smells.
I wonder what tomorrow holds for me?
My trip into the city for work can sometimes be spectacular. While I had only a couple hours sleep due to painful feet, I opened my eyes enough to watch this beautiful sunrise. I hope the day is just as nice!
I toss and turn and curl my toes
I roll my eyes t’ward the heavens.
I tug and tuck and sigh a lot
I grumble and growl even.
I try again to go to sleep.
Shut up and share the blanket!
I listen to a grunt and snort
And mumble Beneath my breath
For goodness sake
Give it a break
Be quiet and share the blanket.
The pain in my feet now grows worse,
I sit to rub them a while
The snores, I begin to curse,
Why is t so easy for you to sleep?
Hush now, and share the blanket.
I slide across the sheeted expanse
And wrap my arms around a figure
The snoring stops, replaced by a sigh,
And then comes a great long lecture,
Take a tablet, go for a walk
Just be quiet while I steal the blanket
I watch the shadows on the wall,
Hear the skitter of the roof rats above.
I sing a tune all in my head
So as not to disturb the others
I’m cold, please share the blanket.
Sleep finally comes, I know not when
My eyes were closed at the time.
I rolled over once and there I find,
A corner of the blanket.
Or as I call, #FakePresident month.