When N and I moved in to our house years ago, our new neighbours (Kirsten, Nathan and their beagle Holly!) left us a bottle of wine and a card welcoming us to the street. It made us feel instantly at home and when we went round to thank you, we could tell this was a couple we were going to get along with. We met them for drinks a few times and got to know them via a few parties and pub trips in the local area, sharing stories, interests and most importantly laughs.
Kirsten was diagnosed with an aggressive breast cancer a few years ago. Her intensive chemotherapy treatments never dulled her zest for life and I really admired her courage through a hardship that I'd been spared seeing my own Mother go through when she underwent a successful attempt at removing her own breast cancer. I attended Kirsten's 35th birthday party two years ago, despite no longer living in the area. It was a celebration of her getting through another bout of chemo and she was happy, beautiful and her usual wise, energetic and happy self.
On Wednesday night, I got a phonecall from N who informed me that Kirsten had passed away last Friday. It was a shock. Although I hadn't seen her for a while, I'd read her posts on facebook of her undergoing more chemo in a last ditch attempt to rid her body of the returned cancer. It dawned on me that although her prognosis had never been good due to its aggressive nature and the fact it had returned, her strength had amazed me so much that it never occurred, naively, that she would lose this fight so suddenly. She died in her home, peacefully, with NT by her side.
I've been very lucky in my life, not to have had to deal with much death. I still have all four grandparents, and although various elderly relatives have passed away they've been distanced enough for me to not feel a vast amount of grief.
Last night I sat reading the memorial web page Kirsten's friends and family have made for her. It was so upsetting to read all the memories, each one filled with heartache from people who were missing Kirsten in one way or another, suddenly finding a Kirsten shaped gap in their lives.
It's all so surreal and desperately sad. Her facebook page is still there; Her car is on her driveway, where she stood laughing, telling us about the latest little bump she'd managed to get in her company car. Yet, she's not here anymore. This lovely, caring, incredibly strong and genuine human being no longer laughs, smiles, breathes. So young, yet bringing such happiness to the lives of the people she encountered. It's hard to get my head around. My grief is miniscule compared to her closer friends and of course her family, and I dread to think how consuming grief will be for me when it is a member of my own family whose death I have to accept, but still- I've cried and I feel better for it.
I will be attending her funeral on Monday. I'll admit, this will be my first funeral for someone I considered a friend, despite us not being close, and also for someone so young. Every other funeral I've been to has been for an elderly person, where there is something inevitable and quietly natural about it. This time, the unfairness of it will make it all the more sad. She fought this absolutely awful disease so hard, at such a young age and yet it claimed her. The only relief is that she won't have to endure that any longer.
I'm not at all looking forward to Monday, however, I feel I owe it to her memory to be there. I wasn't as there for her as I could have been. It's a chance to say goodbye to her.
I do remember her saying to me, giving me some direct, honest advice before I left N- "life is short, far too short to waste being unhappy". All the more poignant now she's gone.
Friday, June 28, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Exclusive: Slink Captured on Film in Natural Habitat.
The awesome KTP has put together a fab little video of my birthday celebrations at my favourite rock club, Eddies, back in March. It just makes me smile and I wanted to share it here too:
I can't stop grinning after watching it. I love that there is a cluster of songs that will ALWAYS always be etched on my soul and bind me with some absolutely amazing friends and some equally amazing times at Uni. Despite these moments getting further and further into the past, the effect these songs has on each one of us will always spark memories of happy times. I love it. It's priceless. :-)
I'm still waiting to be given the all clear so I can return to work. I have an appointment tomorrow where I'm hoping to be booked back fit. If not, I'll have to wait until my sick note runs out on Friday. I just want to get back to the normal drudgery of work now, I miss it!
I can't stop grinning after watching it. I love that there is a cluster of songs that will ALWAYS always be etched on my soul and bind me with some absolutely amazing friends and some equally amazing times at Uni. Despite these moments getting further and further into the past, the effect these songs has on each one of us will always spark memories of happy times. I love it. It's priceless. :-)
I'm still waiting to be given the all clear so I can return to work. I have an appointment tomorrow where I'm hoping to be booked back fit. If not, I'll have to wait until my sick note runs out on Friday. I just want to get back to the normal drudgery of work now, I miss it!
Friday, June 21, 2013
LADS: Lets be Less.
There's a guy I come into contact with regularly who is possibly the biggest Tri-Hard I know.
He's married and a father, perhaps not the brightest tool in the box but works hard to make a living for his family. He appears to model himself on a mixture of Homer Simpson and your typical "LAD". Here's a few examples:
- His facebook is littered with Laddish, semi-sexist meme's that he's found online.
- He shares images from groups with intellectual titles like "I just keep clicking until I see some boobs" and "Rack/Bum of the Day".
- His idol is James Bond.
- He prides himself on getting his wife stereotypically "thoughtful" gifts like a grill and a micro pedi for her birthday.
- Anything appealing to the humour of a 12 year old boy would also appeal to him.
- He frequently makes Jim Davidson style innuendo jokes.
- He makes self depreciating comments about himself like "I did one push up last night and my arms are killing me!"
This is a guy in his thirties. I would expect all the above to apply to a 12 year old, maybe a simple student, but he's in his thirties. And he's actually bred children which is a concern.
Now, this guy is harmless. Dull, but harmless. But nevertheless he is actively, desperately almost, trying to live up to a set and quite frankly awful stereotype. This is a concept completely alien to me. Don't get me wrong, this man doesn't offend me, neither do I think he's a bad person- I just find his complete lack of originality and lack of identity, sadly pathetic. He has a complete lack of self- nearly everything he says or does comes from somewhere else. I hear him saying things which I know he's already shared on facebook a few days earlier... I hear him making jokes or telling stories with exactly the same "bloke" undertones as the day before and it's just rather tiresome.
And it's not uncommon. We all grew up with a sense of wanting to belong. We're tribal creatures; social creatures with common interests and hobbies which bring us together or divide us. I get this. I wasn't the most popular kid at school, never part of a huge crowd, but I had a small group of like minded friends and I failed to see how others wanted to be part of the "in" crowd just for the sake of it, rather than actually liking the people in the crowd. Lets be honest, the "in" crowd is always full of absolute losers who are mainly shallow and not particularly nice people who I had ZERO in common with. Why, why WHY would I EVER want to be accepted by them??! I had this mentality at the age of 12 and it caused me some isolation, some bullying but my god I wouldn't change it, it's made me the free-thinking person I am.
I know other men, or should I say boys, who become ensconced in this pathetic "LAD" culture of getting pissed, being sexist and fucking around, reducing women to their body parts etc. I've seen fairly intelligent guys who disappointingly buy into this boy-dom, who lose the ability to think for themselves and then in turn become accustomed to being sexist, unattractive and frankly pathetic puppet consumers of archaic, sexist attitudes and cultures.
And quite often, it takes a woman to challenge them and break the cycle, rather than it being a well informed, conscious decision to just strap on a pair and grow the hell up. Alternatively, when these men become parents, more so to daughters, they then also see a step change, however some do not, and continue to pass down their stereotype to their sons and daughters. And whilst touching on this area: I cannot stand the hypocrisy of some fathers who take on this over bearing, over-protective father role. The worst offenders being those who are effectively protecting their daughters from men LIKE THEMSELVES and therefore openly admitting that most men are pathetic shitbags. Yet don't get called sexist. Odd.
Why there aren't many men who come to their own conclusion that both men AND women deserve more than this, is beyond me. I know many men. I don't dislike men; I have a great many male friends, some very close male friends and indeed, my best friend is male. But I will remain cynical until more come forward, step up and reclaim being a MAN as being a decent, good, honest person who despite having a weakness for boobs, don't feel the need to denigrate women, reduce them to their body parts, and don't see the point in being part of a damaging and frankly pathetic culture of being LESS than they are capable of. This is expressed far more eloquently in the below quote which is one of my all time favourites:
Males these days have suffered something of an identity crisis and I can't quite work out if this is a result of the advances women have made in asking for more, in expecting more, and demanding they are treated better because we ARE better than what we were being portrayed to be. However, men seem to have retreated in the opposite direction and instead of wanting to be MORE than their stereotype (Homer Simspon- useless- fumbling- follow-his-friends- and-cheer-at-boobs) they've positively encouraged it. They don't even want to be called MEN anymore, preferring lesser terms like Bloke and Lad. Possibly because there is confusion as to what a Man is these days. Here's a thought- how about just trying to be a good HUMAN: accepting, honest, caring and respectful.
And it's not just guys. Some women are just as capable of this ridiculous act. I know plenty of women who WANT to be less than they are and actually play up to a stereotype- dumbing down, not venturing any opinion, or possibly not having any for fear of it not being the "right" one; acting stupid, having to copy a certain look. It's just ridiculous. And I don't get it. Can't get it. If you're yourself, you'll attract the right people to you. I'm a right stroppy, opinionated cow and I have some AWESOME friends.
I fail to see how anyone would want to strive to be less than they are. Perhaps it's reached a stage where I expect men to be sheep, and maybe I (wrongly) expect more from women since women have fought for us to be accepted as more than our stereotypes. In the last Century women have pushed to be MORE. There have been no such movements for Men. Because men appear less bothered at being seen as less than they are, positively embracing their shoddy stereotypes in places. They seek acceptance from their friends, defining themselves as the same rather than trying to be different, even when they hold a different opinion. Sheep. Boring as hell, Sheep. Sorry Sheep.
I lose respect for any person (Man or Woman for that matter but for the purposes of this paragraph I will say "he") who claims he has the capacity to think intelligently and debate intelligently but who fails to see the problems he contributes to by being part of a pathetic, archaic, sheep style culture of sexist stereotyping and embraces being a Lad. A Boy.
I'm proud to be different. Opinionated, hot headed, controversial at times, and to my detriment occasionally- but only because I believe in things and I'm not afraid to voice them. I am true to my being and my beliefs. I may not be pretty and cute and wife material. But I'm me. And that's one thing I love about myself.
He's married and a father, perhaps not the brightest tool in the box but works hard to make a living for his family. He appears to model himself on a mixture of Homer Simpson and your typical "LAD". Here's a few examples:
- His facebook is littered with Laddish, semi-sexist meme's that he's found online.
- He shares images from groups with intellectual titles like "I just keep clicking until I see some boobs" and "Rack/Bum of the Day".
- His idol is James Bond.
- He prides himself on getting his wife stereotypically "thoughtful" gifts like a grill and a micro pedi for her birthday.
- Anything appealing to the humour of a 12 year old boy would also appeal to him.
- He frequently makes Jim Davidson style innuendo jokes.
- He makes self depreciating comments about himself like "I did one push up last night and my arms are killing me!"
This is a guy in his thirties. I would expect all the above to apply to a 12 year old, maybe a simple student, but he's in his thirties. And he's actually bred children which is a concern.
Now, this guy is harmless. Dull, but harmless. But nevertheless he is actively, desperately almost, trying to live up to a set and quite frankly awful stereotype. This is a concept completely alien to me. Don't get me wrong, this man doesn't offend me, neither do I think he's a bad person- I just find his complete lack of originality and lack of identity, sadly pathetic. He has a complete lack of self- nearly everything he says or does comes from somewhere else. I hear him saying things which I know he's already shared on facebook a few days earlier... I hear him making jokes or telling stories with exactly the same "bloke" undertones as the day before and it's just rather tiresome.
And it's not uncommon. We all grew up with a sense of wanting to belong. We're tribal creatures; social creatures with common interests and hobbies which bring us together or divide us. I get this. I wasn't the most popular kid at school, never part of a huge crowd, but I had a small group of like minded friends and I failed to see how others wanted to be part of the "in" crowd just for the sake of it, rather than actually liking the people in the crowd. Lets be honest, the "in" crowd is always full of absolute losers who are mainly shallow and not particularly nice people who I had ZERO in common with. Why, why WHY would I EVER want to be accepted by them??! I had this mentality at the age of 12 and it caused me some isolation, some bullying but my god I wouldn't change it, it's made me the free-thinking person I am.
I know other men, or should I say boys, who become ensconced in this pathetic "LAD" culture of getting pissed, being sexist and fucking around, reducing women to their body parts etc. I've seen fairly intelligent guys who disappointingly buy into this boy-dom, who lose the ability to think for themselves and then in turn become accustomed to being sexist, unattractive and frankly pathetic puppet consumers of archaic, sexist attitudes and cultures.
And quite often, it takes a woman to challenge them and break the cycle, rather than it being a well informed, conscious decision to just strap on a pair and grow the hell up. Alternatively, when these men become parents, more so to daughters, they then also see a step change, however some do not, and continue to pass down their stereotype to their sons and daughters. And whilst touching on this area: I cannot stand the hypocrisy of some fathers who take on this over bearing, over-protective father role. The worst offenders being those who are effectively protecting their daughters from men LIKE THEMSELVES and therefore openly admitting that most men are pathetic shitbags. Yet don't get called sexist. Odd.
Why there aren't many men who come to their own conclusion that both men AND women deserve more than this, is beyond me. I know many men. I don't dislike men; I have a great many male friends, some very close male friends and indeed, my best friend is male. But I will remain cynical until more come forward, step up and reclaim being a MAN as being a decent, good, honest person who despite having a weakness for boobs, don't feel the need to denigrate women, reduce them to their body parts, and don't see the point in being part of a damaging and frankly pathetic culture of being LESS than they are capable of. This is expressed far more eloquently in the below quote which is one of my all time favourites:
Males these days have suffered something of an identity crisis and I can't quite work out if this is a result of the advances women have made in asking for more, in expecting more, and demanding they are treated better because we ARE better than what we were being portrayed to be. However, men seem to have retreated in the opposite direction and instead of wanting to be MORE than their stereotype (Homer Simspon- useless- fumbling- follow-his-friends- and-cheer-at-boobs) they've positively encouraged it. They don't even want to be called MEN anymore, preferring lesser terms like Bloke and Lad. Possibly because there is confusion as to what a Man is these days. Here's a thought- how about just trying to be a good HUMAN: accepting, honest, caring and respectful.
And it's not just guys. Some women are just as capable of this ridiculous act. I know plenty of women who WANT to be less than they are and actually play up to a stereotype- dumbing down, not venturing any opinion, or possibly not having any for fear of it not being the "right" one; acting stupid, having to copy a certain look. It's just ridiculous. And I don't get it. Can't get it. If you're yourself, you'll attract the right people to you. I'm a right stroppy, opinionated cow and I have some AWESOME friends.
I fail to see how anyone would want to strive to be less than they are. Perhaps it's reached a stage where I expect men to be sheep, and maybe I (wrongly) expect more from women since women have fought for us to be accepted as more than our stereotypes. In the last Century women have pushed to be MORE. There have been no such movements for Men. Because men appear less bothered at being seen as less than they are, positively embracing their shoddy stereotypes in places. They seek acceptance from their friends, defining themselves as the same rather than trying to be different, even when they hold a different opinion. Sheep. Boring as hell, Sheep. Sorry Sheep.
I lose respect for any person (Man or Woman for that matter but for the purposes of this paragraph I will say "he") who claims he has the capacity to think intelligently and debate intelligently but who fails to see the problems he contributes to by being part of a pathetic, archaic, sheep style culture of sexist stereotyping and embraces being a Lad. A Boy.
I'm proud to be different. Opinionated, hot headed, controversial at times, and to my detriment occasionally- but only because I believe in things and I'm not afraid to voice them. I am true to my being and my beliefs. I may not be pretty and cute and wife material. But I'm me. And that's one thing I love about myself.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Watches.
A few months ago I lost my beloved, trusty, old fossil watch. I'd had it a couple of years and it was still going strong. With there being a lot of building work going on at the house I figured it could have been thrown away by accident. After about a month or two I decided I was never going to see it again and set about buying a new one.
I've never been crazy about watches. It's a watch. It tells the time, and generally I just like a nice simple design which serves a functional and efficient purpose. Amazed at the sheer number of watches on the market, and the massive range in prices from about £15 to £3000 I just found the whole thing a bit ridiculous.
I finally found one I liked as a simple every day watch, and in true slink style-y I found another slightly more fancy one. In similar slink style- I bought both. And before you judge me as a materialistic, more-money-than-sense, loon I might point out that BOTH these watches together cost less than the last watch I bought for N. So there.
I think you will agree they are both awesome. I love the simplicity of the everyday one (Cross). It's very uni-sex, but with a petrol effect facia which gives it a bit of mystery. The second is a bit wacky and different (Vivienne Westwood) with a blood red facia set within a gold fancy frame, on an antique effect mustard strap. I love the contrast and quirkiness of it. It's perfect for slightly dressier occasions. As long as the watch matches the outfit of course. Hmm.
I've been enjoying my new watches for the last two weeks or so and I'm very pleased with them. They're the right size, style, design and comfort for me. I finally Instagram-ed a picture of my new fancy watch yesterday afternoon.
This morning, following a very unpleasantly dizzy shower, I was putting away my various toiletry bottles and potions into my toiletry bag and low and behold- I pulled out this...
... this, my dear readers, is my OLD watch.
His familiar, steely, little face peering at me as if to say "Hi mom, I've been in here ages! Who's that fancy gold thing on your wrist??". I mean, the timing is just pure genius. It's like he waited for me to show the social-media world my new watch before humiliatingly showing up in my toiletry bag.
I'm pleased he's back. And now I have three watches to choose from, which considering I've only ever had one watch (usually lasting me about four-five years at a time)... seems like overkill.
Like a true fossil, he was lost, buried and juuust about forgotten before reappearing. :-)
I've never been crazy about watches. It's a watch. It tells the time, and generally I just like a nice simple design which serves a functional and efficient purpose. Amazed at the sheer number of watches on the market, and the massive range in prices from about £15 to £3000 I just found the whole thing a bit ridiculous.
I finally found one I liked as a simple every day watch, and in true slink style-y I found another slightly more fancy one. In similar slink style- I bought both. And before you judge me as a materialistic, more-money-than-sense, loon I might point out that BOTH these watches together cost less than the last watch I bought for N. So there.
I think you will agree they are both awesome. I love the simplicity of the everyday one (Cross). It's very uni-sex, but with a petrol effect facia which gives it a bit of mystery. The second is a bit wacky and different (Vivienne Westwood) with a blood red facia set within a gold fancy frame, on an antique effect mustard strap. I love the contrast and quirkiness of it. It's perfect for slightly dressier occasions. As long as the watch matches the outfit of course. Hmm.
I've been enjoying my new watches for the last two weeks or so and I'm very pleased with them. They're the right size, style, design and comfort for me. I finally Instagram-ed a picture of my new fancy watch yesterday afternoon.
This morning, following a very unpleasantly dizzy shower, I was putting away my various toiletry bottles and potions into my toiletry bag and low and behold- I pulled out this...
... this, my dear readers, is my OLD watch.
His familiar, steely, little face peering at me as if to say "Hi mom, I've been in here ages! Who's that fancy gold thing on your wrist??". I mean, the timing is just pure genius. It's like he waited for me to show the social-media world my new watch before humiliatingly showing up in my toiletry bag.
I'm pleased he's back. And now I have three watches to choose from, which considering I've only ever had one watch (usually lasting me about four-five years at a time)... seems like overkill.
Like a true fossil, he was lost, buried and juuust about forgotten before reappearing. :-)
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Sick Note.
I went to the doctors again yesterday and have been signed off work for two more weeks. He was pretty thorough doing lots of balance tests and moving my head about etc. Sadly he did say some people recover within days, others within about 6 weeks. I'll be happy, on this occasion, of being joyously average and falling in the midst of that recovery range.
I feel a bit like a fraud because if I sit still for most of the day I feel okay, and would probably be perfectly able to do my job. Being in a car still feels like being on a roller coaster and generally my mornings are spent waiting for my head to stop spinning but my ear feels less blocked and it wasn't as painful when the doctor put his little ear-telescope-thing into it. Loud noises tend to make me feel queasy too at the moment, so I guess the office could be a bit of an issue. I've been prescribed some anti-sickness tablets which will help with the nausea and dizziness but the doctor said they're not all that successful with inner ear troubles, and also they will make me feel drowsy. Having read the side effects, they state- may cause dizziness and drowsiness. Er.... right. :-/
I just want to be well now though. Hopefully things will get better and I'll be able to go back to the docs and ask him to mark me back as fit to work.
N has returned from his travels and came straight away to look after me which was lovely of him. I've had other chums calling me, and checking up on me via daily texts too so it's good to know out of sight isn't out of mind. Good buddies really can make the world of difference.
If I'm going to be off work for at least another week I need a To Do List because I simply can NOT sit around doing nothing. Soo here are my ideas for...
Things To Do While Off Sick Which Don't Involve Moving My Head:
- Drawing up my new tattoo
- Reading all the books I have piled up
- Re-Acquaint myself with some Japanese phrases and alphabet
- Blog
- Sketch
- Think up some new self promo sculpture projects
- Re-watch "Seven Psychopaths"
Any further suggestions are welcome!
I feel a bit like a fraud because if I sit still for most of the day I feel okay, and would probably be perfectly able to do my job. Being in a car still feels like being on a roller coaster and generally my mornings are spent waiting for my head to stop spinning but my ear feels less blocked and it wasn't as painful when the doctor put his little ear-telescope-thing into it. Loud noises tend to make me feel queasy too at the moment, so I guess the office could be a bit of an issue. I've been prescribed some anti-sickness tablets which will help with the nausea and dizziness but the doctor said they're not all that successful with inner ear troubles, and also they will make me feel drowsy. Having read the side effects, they state- may cause dizziness and drowsiness. Er.... right. :-/
I just want to be well now though. Hopefully things will get better and I'll be able to go back to the docs and ask him to mark me back as fit to work.
N has returned from his travels and came straight away to look after me which was lovely of him. I've had other chums calling me, and checking up on me via daily texts too so it's good to know out of sight isn't out of mind. Good buddies really can make the world of difference.
If I'm going to be off work for at least another week I need a To Do List because I simply can NOT sit around doing nothing. Soo here are my ideas for...
Things To Do While Off Sick Which Don't Involve Moving My Head:
- Drawing up my new tattoo
- Reading all the books I have piled up
- Re-Acquaint myself with some Japanese phrases and alphabet
- Blog
- Sketch
- Think up some new self promo sculpture projects
- Re-watch "Seven Psychopaths"
Any further suggestions are welcome!
Friday, June 14, 2013
Four Long Days.
Four days I have been off work. Four.
That's a lot of hours.
I've watched a LOT of crap TV in that time. I've also watched two DVD's as stated in my last post, Re-watched The Hobbit yesterday and I watched the entire first series of Dinnerladies today.
This is my second viewing of The Hobbit. I fell asleep. It's just too long. I WANT to like it. And mostly, it's got a warm familiar air about it which I would expect from re-creating the same world that we were exposed to many years ago with The Lord Of The Rings trilogy. However, as much as I want to, I can't get enthusiastic about it. I'm still not happy with some of the Dwarves looking like Men, with others looking like Dwarves, as if they didn't want to make them ALL ugly so they thought they'd have two or three fairly good looking ones- which begs the question, Why? And then, of course, it's just sooo padded out. Overly long scenes and too many near scrapes. I find some of the landscapes too heavy on effects which doesn't make it feel as "real" as LOTR did. I'm gutted, because I half thought I might appreciate it more the second time round, and despite being ill- I didn't expect to fall asleep near the end.
I was hoping to go and see Man of Steel at the cinema this weekend, but with me being unwell I might have to wait.
Bums. :-(
That's a lot of hours.
I've watched a LOT of crap TV in that time. I've also watched two DVD's as stated in my last post, Re-watched The Hobbit yesterday and I watched the entire first series of Dinnerladies today.
This is my second viewing of The Hobbit. I fell asleep. It's just too long. I WANT to like it. And mostly, it's got a warm familiar air about it which I would expect from re-creating the same world that we were exposed to many years ago with The Lord Of The Rings trilogy. However, as much as I want to, I can't get enthusiastic about it. I'm still not happy with some of the Dwarves looking like Men, with others looking like Dwarves, as if they didn't want to make them ALL ugly so they thought they'd have two or three fairly good looking ones- which begs the question, Why? And then, of course, it's just sooo padded out. Overly long scenes and too many near scrapes. I find some of the landscapes too heavy on effects which doesn't make it feel as "real" as LOTR did. I'm gutted, because I half thought I might appreciate it more the second time round, and despite being ill- I didn't expect to fall asleep near the end.
I was hoping to go and see Man of Steel at the cinema this weekend, but with me being unwell I might have to wait.
Bums. :-(
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I've gone viral.
I have managed to pick up a virus.
I nearly collapsed at work the other day and had to be driven home, leaving my poor little Franko alone in the dark depths of Walsall for a day. He was safely retrieved later on yesterday evening.
My doctor has told me I have a virus which is affecting my inner ear, sending my balance off, giving me nausea, a high temperature and dizziness. I have a feeling a little bit like my head is being twisted in two directions, and a little bit drunk when I close my eyes- the room spins. It's not very nice.
Soo I've been off work today. And may well be tomorrow depending how I feel in the morning. I've spent the day on the sofa watching Mary & Max followed by Little Miss Sunshine. Both awesome, though I forgot just how sad the first one was. Probably not the best choice when you're feeling under the weather.
I also managed to get prescribed some sleeping tablets. The last time I was given sleeping tablets was when I had my longest period of sustained insomnia and I was prescribed Temazepam. Highly addictive, I wasn't prescribed many at a time, and was instructed not to take them on consecutive nights. They were awesome. And many a night I have wished I had some to help knock me out. This time I've been given Zopiclone, and last night was the best nights sleep I've had in months. I don't think I ever EVER naturally sleep a whole night through without waking up. But I drifted off to sleep so quickly last night, and woke just before my alarm went off (as usual) with a FULL, uninterrupted nights sleep. Honestly, the value of this is completely alien to some people. I guess that is why they are so addictive.
I nearly collapsed at work the other day and had to be driven home, leaving my poor little Franko alone in the dark depths of Walsall for a day. He was safely retrieved later on yesterday evening.
My doctor has told me I have a virus which is affecting my inner ear, sending my balance off, giving me nausea, a high temperature and dizziness. I have a feeling a little bit like my head is being twisted in two directions, and a little bit drunk when I close my eyes- the room spins. It's not very nice.
Soo I've been off work today. And may well be tomorrow depending how I feel in the morning. I've spent the day on the sofa watching Mary & Max followed by Little Miss Sunshine. Both awesome, though I forgot just how sad the first one was. Probably not the best choice when you're feeling under the weather.
I also managed to get prescribed some sleeping tablets. The last time I was given sleeping tablets was when I had my longest period of sustained insomnia and I was prescribed Temazepam. Highly addictive, I wasn't prescribed many at a time, and was instructed not to take them on consecutive nights. They were awesome. And many a night I have wished I had some to help knock me out. This time I've been given Zopiclone, and last night was the best nights sleep I've had in months. I don't think I ever EVER naturally sleep a whole night through without waking up. But I drifted off to sleep so quickly last night, and woke just before my alarm went off (as usual) with a FULL, uninterrupted nights sleep. Honestly, the value of this is completely alien to some people. I guess that is why they are so addictive.
Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Yin and Yang.
What a day.
Definitely bittersweet:
- Intentions to get up early and go to the gym failed - BAD.
- Slept in- GOOD!
- Seemed to have an allergic reaction to my shower gel- BAD.
- Trod on and broke my awesome Shure earphones- UBER BAD.
- Popped to the city of Brum in the Sunshine and caught up with two chums over a coffee - GOOD!
- Had a big fight with a someone who used to be a friend and who is being a selfish prick- BAD.
- Got to see the the spangly new New Street station taking shape in Brum- GOOD!
- Cleaned Franko- GOOD!
- Forgot to eat lunch- BAD.
- Discovered my Shure earphones are unfixable and have had to fork out £75 for a new pair- BAAD.
- New watches arrived- GOOD!
- New SHOOOES arrived- GOOOOOOD!
- Hopefully going to get to the gym tonight to forget about earlier argument - GOOD.
What a thoroughly messed up day- I don't know whether to smile or cry!!!
Definitely bittersweet:
- Intentions to get up early and go to the gym failed - BAD.
- Slept in- GOOD!
- Seemed to have an allergic reaction to my shower gel- BAD.
- Trod on and broke my awesome Shure earphones- UBER BAD.
- Popped to the city of Brum in the Sunshine and caught up with two chums over a coffee - GOOD!
- Had a big fight with a someone who used to be a friend and who is being a selfish prick- BAD.
- Got to see the the spangly new New Street station taking shape in Brum- GOOD!
- Cleaned Franko- GOOD!
- Forgot to eat lunch- BAD.
- Discovered my Shure earphones are unfixable and have had to fork out £75 for a new pair- BAAD.
- New watches arrived- GOOD!
- New SHOOOES arrived- GOOOOOOD!
- Hopefully going to get to the gym tonight to forget about earlier argument - GOOD.
What a thoroughly messed up day- I don't know whether to smile or cry!!!
Monday, June 03, 2013
Behold ... Franko.
So a few blogs ago I confessed to spending an extortionate amount of money on a special opaque wax for my beautiful matt black Fiat 500, Franko. I used the wax about a week or so ago and have to say it worked a treat, but for £54 you'd bloody expect it to! The picture on the left is him post-wax and I think you will agree he looks awesome. I need to get some tyre blackener on his tyres though because they've gone a bit grey.
Very occasionally, and I mean VERY occasionally, I regret getting a matt black car purely for the paint vulnerability and also for the inconvenience of not being able to run him through a car wash or even pay for a handwash (as their cloths will be full of nasty polish and unsafe wax). However, 99.9% of the time I love that he's different. I love the looks and comments he gets on a regular basis. His matt finish makes him rare, his blue stripes make him unique - he's provocative. Just like me. :-) I love him.
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Crafty!
I recently completed a small cake topper commission for a birthday cake- Hope you can guess who the 80's Popstar is...!?
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