Monday, November 19, 2007
well tomorrow maverick comes home and i cant wait. cant wait for him and memphis meet for the first time it will be soo much fun. he will be ten weeks old tomorrow and he has big feet and one floppy ear and one that is standing up. at the moment he is full of energy and a bouncy puppy i expect he will be a bit off for his first few days away from his mum and dad and brothers and sisters. we will keep in touch with the owner of the others and take him for visits and they can see what kind of dog he will turn into. we have his bed and toys all ready for him and im all exited now.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
insomnia attack
insomnia is a real pain, im so tired but just cant sleep. this has been going on for days now. it is amazing though, i seem to get the best ideas when im having an insomniac attack. the first was two years ago and at three in the morning i suddenly decided to paint a dragon murial on my bedroom wall. it looks fantastic and now i want to do the livingroom wall and all the doors in my hall. other ideas have included story ideas for novels and art work. at the moment my bright idea is to create calendars to raise money for charity. im a member on several websites so have enlisted their help to come up with ideas.
has anyone ever noticed that tv in the middle of the night sucks but then again so does day time tv. ive watched all of my few hundred movies and even borrowed some from a friend. im running out of things to do at night. i think the tv companies should create a tv chanel called insomnia with lots of good shows that runs through the night.
my dog memphis get so confused when im up all night coz she usually goes to bed with me and she is always sitting by the bedroom door waiting to go to bed and im just going to the bathroom, poor dog.
on about dogs it is now only a week till i get my mew puppy maverick i cant wait. at the moment he has one ear standing up and one floppy.
has anyone ever noticed that tv in the middle of the night sucks but then again so does day time tv. ive watched all of my few hundred movies and even borrowed some from a friend. im running out of things to do at night. i think the tv companies should create a tv chanel called insomnia with lots of good shows that runs through the night.
my dog memphis get so confused when im up all night coz she usually goes to bed with me and she is always sitting by the bedroom door waiting to go to bed and im just going to the bathroom, poor dog.
on about dogs it is now only a week till i get my mew puppy maverick i cant wait. at the moment he has one ear standing up and one floppy.
Friday, November 9, 2007
one of my quick short stories
Heaving himself out of bed his body felt like a brick, stiff and heavy. The chair was cold against his skin but by now he was used to it. It had now been over a year since he stood to his full height, stretching tall enough to reach the top of the door frames. Every morning was the same, into the chair and off to the bathroom to get washed. The kitchen was next and breakfast which was all set out for him. Next he took his pain killers and vitamins. It was now time to rest again so off to the couch. Everything set out for him, juice, munchies and the TV remote. Setting the chair to the side of the couch he pulled the blanket over his legs and lay watching his cartoons.
Today however was different from the others not because he had enough energy to do an hours worth of home schooling or because today he was feeling chirpy but because it was his tenth birthday. His mum had promised him a special present and now he lay listening to his mum, dad and granddad singing happy birthday while they brought in his birthday cake. The presents sat on the table waited and beckoned him but he had to wait, it was torture. Making a ten year old wait for his birthday presents was mean, or that’s what he thought. Finally his mum gave him his first present. He tore at the paper as if there was no tomorrow. Disappointment sank in when he revealed new pj’s. The next present was better, a box of sweets from his uncle who was working. Inside the card he found a ten pound note, nice and crisp brand new from the bank. Oh wow, a remote controlled car, red and shiny with big chunky wheels. His aunt must really love him.
All of the presents now open; he wondered where his special present was. Every one was now enjoying a slice of his birthday cake. Except for his mum who had gone upstairs to the bathroom. His mum returned with a big box tied by a blue bow. He pulled the bow loose and felt the box move. The excitement grew in him when he realised he had a puppy. The tiny ball of fluff stared at him with its big brown eyes, as he pulled back the lid of the box. He called his new friend foggy as he had a cloudy grey colour to his fur. The puppy jumped out of the box and gave his new master a big sloppy kiss.
The boy’s M.E may have taken away his legs and his energy and his days at school but he wouldn’t let it take his life and now he had a friend.
Today however was different from the others not because he had enough energy to do an hours worth of home schooling or because today he was feeling chirpy but because it was his tenth birthday. His mum had promised him a special present and now he lay listening to his mum, dad and granddad singing happy birthday while they brought in his birthday cake. The presents sat on the table waited and beckoned him but he had to wait, it was torture. Making a ten year old wait for his birthday presents was mean, or that’s what he thought. Finally his mum gave him his first present. He tore at the paper as if there was no tomorrow. Disappointment sank in when he revealed new pj’s. The next present was better, a box of sweets from his uncle who was working. Inside the card he found a ten pound note, nice and crisp brand new from the bank. Oh wow, a remote controlled car, red and shiny with big chunky wheels. His aunt must really love him.
All of the presents now open; he wondered where his special present was. Every one was now enjoying a slice of his birthday cake. Except for his mum who had gone upstairs to the bathroom. His mum returned with a big box tied by a blue bow. He pulled the bow loose and felt the box move. The excitement grew in him when he realised he had a puppy. The tiny ball of fluff stared at him with its big brown eyes, as he pulled back the lid of the box. He called his new friend foggy as he had a cloudy grey colour to his fur. The puppy jumped out of the box and gave his new master a big sloppy kiss.
The boy’s M.E may have taken away his legs and his energy and his days at school but he wouldn’t let it take his life and now he had a friend.
these are a few of my dragons the newest one is a glass paperweight and the other is a sword that sits in a twisted dragon with a red globe on top of the handle. i have far too many to post all pictures up at once so everynow and then ill put one up. my desk top is a dragon and i have a dragon tattoo on my lower back ill get a pic of that too along with my other ones.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
cards
this card is a mystery to me i dont know what its called but it is fun to make. this one isnt decorated yet. here it is open and closed.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
card making
card making is one of my favourite hobbies, my mum got me into them and introduced me to the do craft website where i have my gallery of some of the cards ive made.
i have learned so many different tecniques. from normal cards to boxed cards that look like pages of a book and exploding boxes that look like a present on the outside then when the lid is removed the sides fall down to reveal pages of decoration with a gift in the middle.
i have three orders that im working on right now.
most are christmas ones but one is an aneversary for a friend, (you know who you are).
i live in poundland they have some gr8 craft stuff.
imagine having memphis trying to sit on your knee when trying to make cards. not easy.
i have learned so many different tecniques. from normal cards to boxed cards that look like pages of a book and exploding boxes that look like a present on the outside then when the lid is removed the sides fall down to reveal pages of decoration with a gift in the middle.
i have three orders that im working on right now.
most are christmas ones but one is an aneversary for a friend, (you know who you are).
i live in poundland they have some gr8 craft stuff.
imagine having memphis trying to sit on your knee when trying to make cards. not easy.
Monday, November 5, 2007
M.E website
http://www.foggyfriends.org/forum/index.php
this is a site i have found to be a life line for me, it is full of friendly people and information on M.E.
it may just be words that you see but the support given from them is priceless.
this is a site i have found to be a life line for me, it is full of friendly people and information on M.E.
it may just be words that you see but the support given from them is priceless.
my ME so far
My life was finally going great, I was at college during the day studying biomedical sciences in order to fulfil my dream career in forensics I had only two more years left to go. I also had a part time job in a call centre and I was doing well at that too. My days consisted of getting up and leaving my two bedrooms flat at 8am and going to college then straight to work afterwards. Then when I got home about 8.30pm i'd get changed and go for a run. On Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays I would also go out with friends. Life was going good. I'd recently given up on finding Mr. Right as they all turned out to be Mr. Wrong. Then on the 12th of February 2006 I walked into work and was greeted by a big smile and a hello from a guy at the next desk, i'd seen him around the place but that was it.
All night he was smiling at me and making chit chat. The next day he gave me his number amd it turned out that he lived around the corner from me. On the 14th of February I invited him round for a drink but he said he was busy as it was his mate's birthday. He ended up calling round and we talked into the night. When it was time for him to leave we kissed and I felt that spark. We were an item. When I returned to work the next day there was a note on my desk for me and that began our little note passing escapade.
We had so much in common. Both had dragon tattoos and liked bikes. It turned out we both started at work on the same day just that he was on the day shift and I was on the late shift. We knew a lot of the same people but had never met. The first time he stayed over was just perfect but as I was going to college I had to kick him out in the morning but he didn't mind. He was always back after work and pretty much never left. Tom moved in and we got a dog, a German shepherd named Memphis life was perfect. Then in May he got sick and gave me the virus so we were both off work and college for two weeks I returned feeling drained but better than two weeks later as on June the 10th I got out of bed and my right leg gave way.
I've always had problems with my knees giving way but it only lasted a short while. A week later I was still unable to put any weight on my leg and I hobbled into the kitchen and my left leg went too. That was me unable to walk. I was back and forth to the doctors and hospital where they told me they couldn't find anything wrong. By now I couldn't feel my legs or move them. I was so scared i'd never walk again. Through it all Tom was by my side and was my 6'5" tower of strength. I had a MRI, x-rays and many other tests but they all revealed nothing. I then began having other problems like breathing difficulties, headaches, anaphylactic reactions and I still don't know what to.
Christmas was coming up and I thought what the hell, I bought an engagement ring for Tom and proposed on Christmas eve, he said yes totally surprised. In January I was taken into Glasgow southern general hospital for two weeks to undergo more tests to find out what was wrong. Nine days later I took three steps and was so happy. I called Tom to tell him but couldn't get hold of him. After four hours I called my friend who lived round the corner to go and check on him. She told me that the back door was wide open and that the dog was in the yard and his phone was on the bed. She also told me that the furniture had been moved around. I asked her to take care of the dog and house and I called the hospital but he wasn't there. It wasn't like him. Still worried I called the police and was told yes he is there but they wouldn't tell me anything other than the fact he was acting in a strange manner.
I begged them to take him to the hospital as that's not like him at all. They wouldn't talk to me about him even though I told them I was his fiancée. His friend had been called and was on his way to see him and so was his father. He was finally taken to the hospital and I waited patiently 40 miles away for any news. I later learned that he had been admitted to the psyche ward because he had a seizure and had been moved to the high dependency ward. I couldn't sleep that night, I was in a panic. The next day I called the hospital and was told that he was now in intensive care. That was it I called a mate to come and get me and discharged myself from the hospital. By his bed side it was hard to keep from crying as he was confused and couldn't speak properly. He had, had a seizure in the house and ended up outside with no clothes on except a sock. He walked into the house next door and surprised some workers and then arrested. I was there every day by his side and he had had more seizures in the hospital and even punched a female doctor in the eye. It turned out he had encephalitis and could have died. He was given acyclovir through a drip and started to get better.
A couple of weeks later he was allowed to come home. I still keep an eye on him in case it returns. We decided not to wait and began planning our wedding. I was sent to physiotherapy to help me get walking again, I was doing well. I then had a smear test and they found I had abnormal cells so I had to have a biopsy done which came back as CIN not cancer but pre cancer so an operation was scheduled to remove the cells. By now I was very depressed and not coping very well but Tom has always been by my side. For a short while I was able to hobble from one room to another. Our wedding day arrived and nothing went right but I managed to stand as we said our vows. Things were starting to go well again but soon went south yet again.
My symptoms began getting worse and I was forgetting things and was in pain every day. I was sent to see a psychologist and was told I have M.E. I’ve been trying to learn what I can about it and every symptom I have fits with M.E. I can't handle too much noise and I’ve developed a fear of going out as I get stared at and the world isn't wheelchair friendly like they want you to think it is. I’m back in the wheelchair unable to walk and stand again and sometimes feel like giving up but I won't let this thing beat me. It may have taken away my dream career, job and social life but I still have my husband. Card making keeps me sane at least for a few hours when I have the energy which isn't very often. Some M.E sufferers recover but others have it for life, I guess only time will tell. I just have to learn to cope with this illness and to move on with it and not against it.
All night he was smiling at me and making chit chat. The next day he gave me his number amd it turned out that he lived around the corner from me. On the 14th of February I invited him round for a drink but he said he was busy as it was his mate's birthday. He ended up calling round and we talked into the night. When it was time for him to leave we kissed and I felt that spark. We were an item. When I returned to work the next day there was a note on my desk for me and that began our little note passing escapade.
We had so much in common. Both had dragon tattoos and liked bikes. It turned out we both started at work on the same day just that he was on the day shift and I was on the late shift. We knew a lot of the same people but had never met. The first time he stayed over was just perfect but as I was going to college I had to kick him out in the morning but he didn't mind. He was always back after work and pretty much never left. Tom moved in and we got a dog, a German shepherd named Memphis life was perfect. Then in May he got sick and gave me the virus so we were both off work and college for two weeks I returned feeling drained but better than two weeks later as on June the 10th I got out of bed and my right leg gave way.
I've always had problems with my knees giving way but it only lasted a short while. A week later I was still unable to put any weight on my leg and I hobbled into the kitchen and my left leg went too. That was me unable to walk. I was back and forth to the doctors and hospital where they told me they couldn't find anything wrong. By now I couldn't feel my legs or move them. I was so scared i'd never walk again. Through it all Tom was by my side and was my 6'5" tower of strength. I had a MRI, x-rays and many other tests but they all revealed nothing. I then began having other problems like breathing difficulties, headaches, anaphylactic reactions and I still don't know what to.
Christmas was coming up and I thought what the hell, I bought an engagement ring for Tom and proposed on Christmas eve, he said yes totally surprised. In January I was taken into Glasgow southern general hospital for two weeks to undergo more tests to find out what was wrong. Nine days later I took three steps and was so happy. I called Tom to tell him but couldn't get hold of him. After four hours I called my friend who lived round the corner to go and check on him. She told me that the back door was wide open and that the dog was in the yard and his phone was on the bed. She also told me that the furniture had been moved around. I asked her to take care of the dog and house and I called the hospital but he wasn't there. It wasn't like him. Still worried I called the police and was told yes he is there but they wouldn't tell me anything other than the fact he was acting in a strange manner.
I begged them to take him to the hospital as that's not like him at all. They wouldn't talk to me about him even though I told them I was his fiancée. His friend had been called and was on his way to see him and so was his father. He was finally taken to the hospital and I waited patiently 40 miles away for any news. I later learned that he had been admitted to the psyche ward because he had a seizure and had been moved to the high dependency ward. I couldn't sleep that night, I was in a panic. The next day I called the hospital and was told that he was now in intensive care. That was it I called a mate to come and get me and discharged myself from the hospital. By his bed side it was hard to keep from crying as he was confused and couldn't speak properly. He had, had a seizure in the house and ended up outside with no clothes on except a sock. He walked into the house next door and surprised some workers and then arrested. I was there every day by his side and he had had more seizures in the hospital and even punched a female doctor in the eye. It turned out he had encephalitis and could have died. He was given acyclovir through a drip and started to get better.
A couple of weeks later he was allowed to come home. I still keep an eye on him in case it returns. We decided not to wait and began planning our wedding. I was sent to physiotherapy to help me get walking again, I was doing well. I then had a smear test and they found I had abnormal cells so I had to have a biopsy done which came back as CIN not cancer but pre cancer so an operation was scheduled to remove the cells. By now I was very depressed and not coping very well but Tom has always been by my side. For a short while I was able to hobble from one room to another. Our wedding day arrived and nothing went right but I managed to stand as we said our vows. Things were starting to go well again but soon went south yet again.
My symptoms began getting worse and I was forgetting things and was in pain every day. I was sent to see a psychologist and was told I have M.E. I’ve been trying to learn what I can about it and every symptom I have fits with M.E. I can't handle too much noise and I’ve developed a fear of going out as I get stared at and the world isn't wheelchair friendly like they want you to think it is. I’m back in the wheelchair unable to walk and stand again and sometimes feel like giving up but I won't let this thing beat me. It may have taken away my dream career, job and social life but I still have my husband. Card making keeps me sane at least for a few hours when I have the energy which isn't very often. Some M.E sufferers recover but others have it for life, I guess only time will tell. I just have to learn to cope with this illness and to move on with it and not against it.
introduction
hello and welcome to my blog, ok then to start off with here are some of my favourite things...
my german shepherd memphis who got her name from the film gone in 60 seconds, memphis raines. i am also getting another german shepherd this time a white one in 17 days, he will be called maverick from the movie top gun.
i have M.E (myalgic encephalomyelitis) which ill go into further later.
making handcrafted cards really relaxes me i also love to write, some of which ill share here. at the moment i have finished several childrens books and am working on a novel.
music. it has to be jon bon jovi the greatest singer of all times. i also like keith urban and hillary duff.
for some reason i have had a facination with medieval dragons, my livingroom is filled with them. from dragon swords to ornaments and pictures. my bedroom wall was the target of an insomniac attack. a big dragon is now hand painted filling the whole wall.
my german shepherd memphis who got her name from the film gone in 60 seconds, memphis raines. i am also getting another german shepherd this time a white one in 17 days, he will be called maverick from the movie top gun.
i have M.E (myalgic encephalomyelitis) which ill go into further later.
making handcrafted cards really relaxes me i also love to write, some of which ill share here. at the moment i have finished several childrens books and am working on a novel.
music. it has to be jon bon jovi the greatest singer of all times. i also like keith urban and hillary duff.
for some reason i have had a facination with medieval dragons, my livingroom is filled with them. from dragon swords to ornaments and pictures. my bedroom wall was the target of an insomniac attack. a big dragon is now hand painted filling the whole wall.
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