Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Lego mugs and grassy knolls.

Today has seen daughter no.4 growling at me to get out of my pit. It worked. I sorted out my drawers,  inside and on top. And I discovered stuff I had no need for, so binned that little lot. And realised I need a black bra. So I'm taking my lady lumps shopping later on this week.

I received a parcel in the post today. A Christmas present for the three boys that I ordered in the middle of November. Still, better late than never. We now have three Lego build on brick mugs, complete with a tiny pile of Lego, fighting for space in the cupboard. Daughter no.4 growled at me again, as I hadn't bought her one......fair point, because I wish I had one too......

MS is giving me a bit of a kicking at the moment. I went to my grandson's fifth birthday party yesterday, and watched as twenty odd kids, ran around like crazy fools. Just to be clear, the kids weren't odd. My rough estimate at the number of children was. Ok? But my point was, busy one day, knackered the next. Which is an absolute ball ache, when you're trying to have a life. I have an iPhone and I honestly don't know what I'd do without it, especially on days like today. It keeps me connected, not just with friends and family, but with the world too. Like for example all things Trump. Is that the biggest hairsprayed flick/combover ever seen outside the seventies? The man is ridiculous, and vain. And he's in charge of one of the worlds super powers, and I don't know about you lot, but I find that disturbing. Still, it's a few more days before he becomes the president proper, so anything could happen. Meet me on the grassy knoll, anyone??

It's now the next day, and daughter no.4 was at it again this morning......she cushioned the blow of finding myself upright and in the wheelchair, with a slice of toast and a cuppa. I'm showered, dressed and apologising to my bed to my bed and the dog for abandoning them earlier, but I'm back now, so I'm forgiven. But seriously, fatigue is hellish to live with. It takes over, and leaves you no longer fit for the purpose of living. I feel like all my bones have disappeared, leaving behind a skin bag of fat and muscle, puddled on the floor. I get so the only thing I can do is sleep, which would be ok if it charged me up to go again, but the sleep is non-restorative. Adopt a sarcastic tone, and say, 'Fucking marvellous.'

I hope to say that again, but with an impressed tone as I try on bras, and find, 'The One.'

Thursday, January 5, 2017


So, here we are, in 2017. A new year always brings chatter of resolutions. I prefer to take things up, rather than give them up. This increases your chance of success at sticking to them too. This year I decided that I'd make more of an effort with wearing make up, doing my hair, just generally make more of an effort. And so far, it's not going too well......I've mostly been stuck in bed, and I don't need make up for that. I do however, need pjs. I make an effort with pjs. The other day I sorted my pj pile with this resolution in mind. choosing nice matching ones, and generally clearing out non matching or non fitting ones. It's funny init, how what we wear, and how we present ourselves, really influences the people we meet. Back when I was training to be a midwife, I sometimes had to swing by the local supermarket, in my oh so flattering uniform, and the reaction I got from people was very different to the reaction I got when I was in my decorating gear. BUT the creme de la creme came when I was out with the Good Man, and I was in my wheelchair, and we bumped into someone he knew. He introduced me, and the silly twat of a woman, clocking the wheelchair, said, 'oh he's good isn't he, being with you?' To which I replied, 'No actually, I'm good being with him.'
But I tell you what gets The Gold Star. I had a bloke come round to give me a price for doing a job. We were chatting in the garden, when he asked me what was wrong with me. I told him I had MS, and he said, ' Oh I knew a bloke that had that. He died.' He didn't get the job. Anyone with MS reading this, in case you don't know, YOU DON'T DIE FROM MS. OK.

Yeah, so my resolution is to make more of a effort with my hair and make up. I don't wear much make up anyway. Just a little blusher and mascara, so it's no biggie timewise or effort wise. So I should be able to stick to that. And bloody hell! Just brushing my hair would be a start! As I wrote that I felt a knot at the back of my head. Right, ok then, I'll start right now on brushing/doing my hair then! Two minutes later......silky smooth wisps of hair. (I haven't got the thickest hair.)
Anyway, I am aware that it might seem like I'm rambling. But I'm not. New Years resolutions, and not acting like at twat require the same thing. MINDFULNESS.  What you set for yourself as a New Years Resolution needs to be workable i.e don't say you're going out running everyday if you've just had a baby. Your tits will feel like they may rip off your chest, and your insides WILL fall out of your slightly distressed still bleeding vagina. Instead say you'll jog up the stairs, every time you go up them, or that you'll do pelvic floor exercises whenever you clean your teeth.

And yeah, be mindful of what you say. Words can cause distress or upset. And also reveal you as a bit of a twat. Basically, be nice. Or shut up. Better yet, go home. Silently.