Sorry dear readers for being missing from my blog for so long. I’ve been struggling with my health and it has been making writing here hard. I am in the process of being diagnosed for either Fibromyalgia or chronic fatigue syndrome, or indeed both. I am tired and in pain most of the time these days. My bed has become my closest friend, and an enemy. If I go out shopping in town for an hour or two it will cost me extra sleep. I say cost me as it is not a choice. I don’t want to be asleep so much, but its my body’s way of coping. I would like to say its how it heals itself, but, as the doctor said, it’s a life long condition. You don’t cure it, you just have to “manage” it. If I’m doing something fun on a weekend, like a classic […]
Many years ago I signed up as an organ donor, but I had selected the bits I was willing to be taken. Medical science wasn’t bad when I was a teenager, but it had certainly improved these days. I’ve always felt that if you would consider accepting a donated organ for yourself or your family you should be registered yourself. Today was a normal day for us, we went to the rugby, Blokey and his mate are drinking a few pints, and Jen is munching on a pasty. Then the NHS sign for life folks walked along – #SignForLife leaflets in hand and armed with Haribo hearts – looking for new recruits. Blokey wasn’t on the list and now we are both down as full donors. We’ve given them full permission for both of us, if we die they can use what is saveable. Apparently you can save up to […]
As I mentioned I’ve been working with Thinking Slimmer recently, and listening regularly to podcasts known as SlimPods. I know, I know, that sounds a bit dippy hippy but I reckon it’s been working. I am rubbish at diets and health plans and routines in general actually. This is a lazier way to lose weight, trying to retrain your brain to eat better. It’s the kind of thing I wouldn’t have thought would work, and wouldn’t have paid to do but since I’ve been doing it I think it is worth paying for. But as my boys would yell in a game of tag “Bagsy you’re it, No returns” – Sorry Sandra!
On the radio this morning a lovely local young man came on air. He was polite but annoyed, and now so am I. Luke is a blogger, he’s on a sort of random kindness mission to do one random kind thing a day, everyday.
Every now and then I get asked to share something and I think why not. This was one of those email conversations. I am pleased to say I don’t have epilepsy, nor do my family. But I know it’s a very common condition and have worked with people with the condition. I know so little about it, so I’ll hand you over to John from Young Epilepsy for a guest post… Did you know that epilepsy affects 112,000 children and young people aged 25 and under in the UK? Put very simply, at every secondary school there will be five children on the register that have been diagnosed with the condition (the figure for primary schools is an average of one child per school).
No, I hadn’t either. But I was reading a pals blog, a lovely happy post, then I clicked on one of the related posts at the end. It was this the truth about tokophobia. Tokophobia apparently means an extreme phobia of pregnancy. So there is a new word for me to remember. I am terrified of pregnancy. Terrified of birth. Terrified of labour. I have flash back phobia related dreams. I imagine myself in labour, even though I am only dreaming I feel the pain. I feel cramping sudden pain like smaller contractions. Until I wake up I am back there. Things didn’t go well for me at the birth of my first son. Apparently it was all fine and not medically unusual. But I kept saying “something is wrong. Something is still inside me.” They didn’t believe I knew my own body, first time Mother, what would she know? […]
I am not a smoker but I used to be. E-cigs weren’t “a thing” when I was a smoker. One thing that never occurred to me is that nicotine might also harm my pets, and now it’s concentrated nicotine in these vapour or e-cigs then it’s all the potency of a few packets in one single cigarette sized tube of doggy poison.
If like me you’re bad at remembering dates when you should or shouldn’t be doing things for your hounds health might I suggest the 1st of each month? About 6 weeks ago I last did Freya’s flea treatment, and I couldn’t remember the date I used the flea spot on at all. So I’ve waited until the end of the month so in future knowing the date its due is easy peasy. Today will also be worming tablet day. I know she’s not going to volunteer to eat a tablet so this will go into chunks of meat from our dinner later this evening. She won’t notice it so much then, and it makes those yukky looking tablets a reward, not something to be wary of.
It would be hard for regular blog readers to have not realised I adore my woofer. She was a rescue from Dogs Trust, she had been stray and severely underweight. She fitted in here so fast, and although we have only been in her life since October she is now utterly irreplaceable. She loves attention, and being a nuisance to the neighbours cats, and running on the muddy field, and (weirdly) the vets. Most dogs dislike posties and vets, not Freya – she hugs them – paws on to their tummies and wagging her tail super fast with her head squashing into them in a please please stroke me kind of way.
Today my Father phoned me. That doesn’t sound too unusual, until you realise he’s not seen me for 4 years and I get 1 or 2 phonecalls a year. Well today was that phonecall. He sounded ill, like a muffled snotty cold. I ask about my youngest brother and sister, he says their mum left him and took the children – he’s no idea where. He says he needs to see me and my boys. He’s not well, I could hear this much, but it’s serious. He medically died earlier this year. Heart and lung issues. His heart totally stopped. Enffesicam and a pacemaker. He’s now struggling with mobility… My Dad has a wheelchair. Running that past again, heart failed, dead, revived, pacemaker, long term health issue, wheelchair, I knew NONE of this, and now Dad is casually mentioning wills mid phonecall and that he wants to say goodbye. He’s […]
Freya loves Wagg food and treats, so we were delighted when Dalton the Wagg woofer invited Freya to be part of “Dalton’s pack” reviewers. It’s great working with a brand we buy and love already. We’ve tried Freya on a few types of dog munch since she was adopted in October, but in total honesty she spat other brands of food out. With treats she loves her Wagg treats, but will take other brands too. Although she has her limits, Wilko value dog biscuits were a step too cheap. She refused them out right, all except the yellow ones. My hound knows what she likes and that’s fine. She also likes to steal meat that has been allowed a few moments to cool in our kitchen before serving, but that’s another story! The lovely people at Wagg sent Freya a little parcel of love earlier in December and she’s been […]
The Breastfeeding trial seems largely unpopular based on the other blog posts I’ve read today, and lots of comments on twitter. New Mum’s offered voucher incentive to breastfeed. If I was offered £200 for breastfeeding my sons I would have taken it willingly. It’s not £200 all in one go, it’s in £40 chunks only dished out when the mum has breastfed for certain lengths of time. For my first child I struggled. I cried in bed in the hospital as my B cups had swollen to about an E within a few days. It was horrible, but I got past this as I was helped in the hospital each evening by the staff after the dinner, visiting time then bed time routines. It would go quieter and I’d get sensible advice. I only managed up to 4 months with D, but I’m glad I tried. I had the dreaded […]