Reasons why rope swings are dangerous

when you are 59.
If you fall off, you can break your ankle.

Enough said.......(B's godmother, Julie)...Its not funny (really) but what a way to do it.

:)

A beautiful girl

A year today, I got a phone call that will stick in my memory forever. Today a year ago, a dear friend lost her daughter, we lost a friend and and a golden hair young lady who showed me that living with a disability isn't about doom and gloom.

I saw her a few times a year, enough to know that when she laughed, we laughed. That she loved two nursery rhymes in particular. That she could have a teenage strop like the best of them. That her younger sister would laugh alot when she got told off. I used to love spending time with her. I am positive she called me an Ugly Troll once :). It made us laugh because I think at the time we were trying to get her to take her medications. Good point! Lots of lovely memories.

My friend and I signed a balloon for her at our Balloon Release in Memory. One of these is for her.

We love and miss you and cannot believe its a year since you have been gone. You are in my thoughts every day and so are your families. To them, today I send strength and virtual cuddles and hope you have a glorious day of memories.

Always your friend

Rx

Pet Therapy

My daft male maine coon cat - Monty - who likes to be where I am. Which means he often just plonks himself in places which aren't that convenient. I am finding myself moving his tail to get a piece of the puzzle and talking rudely to him when he gives me a dirty look for doing it. Will I move him? Of course not!

He's my boy

Strength be

with my uncle, who had an emergency admission to hospital yesterday and the discovery he has a clot on his lungs. Hopefully warfarin will do the trick but he was very lucky, it didnt stick in his heart or travel to his brain. He isn't out of the woods yet but he is a tough guy so hopefully within a few days he will be better.

hugs to my mum also, his companion, who was with him at the time on the first few days of their holidays in Hampshire.

xxxxxx

Can't Sleep

Busy head of the makes me anxious kind.
Got up, put thick towelling dressing gown on. Now am sweltering downstairs on computer.
Drinking Twinings Calm tea which a friend reliably informs me works wonders. So far, its got a long way to go.
Contemplating doing some of my 1000 piece puzzle - Wilkinsons finest scene from Stratford-upon-Avon, no less - but the 999 (ok not quite) pieces that all look the same are making me a tad stressed so I guess that would counteract any effect from the tea.
Thought I heard the cat miaowing at the door so tried to peep through the wooden blinds and ended up knocking B's wheelchair tray over causing a huge bang and some stirrings from her room..sssh...it wasn't him.
Anyway its unlikely the cat will trust me again. Yesterday I opened the front door (it opens outwards) to put some rubbish out and he must have been lying right next to it. There was a howl as it hit him and he scarpered for ages into the garden three doors down. Not even the sight of me calling him from the ramp in my pyjamas several times enticed him. Not sure why.
I'm tempted to go back to bed to try to sleep. But M has a cold and he is making these really annoying breathing noises that make me want to pinch his nose. Hard. I'm desperate not to catch it so have resorted to lying with my head under the covers hoping the bugs can't penetrate M&S quilt covers.
Anyway I best try otherwise I will be a bear in the morning and B's and Bears don't mix as you know.

Nite

Ouch

Ok I am not needle phobic and good job really since I am training to be a nurse. But today I nearly cried, honestly, when the doctor put a needle in my skin under my eye. TWICE! I had two skin tags removed under local anaesthetic at the hospital. They were very close to my eye. The result was what looks like a ski tan on one eye. You know the white goggles/sunglasses marks..and i am a bit one eyed puffy apparently. Then not feeling anything but knowing he was cutting away at them, then smelling the burning as he was cauterizing....(sorry!). After the op I had to sit for a while cos half my eye was numb. A very weird sensation I can tell you.

The nurse holding my hand was very nice though.

I feel like a panda

Holding your hand again

This time last year a devastating accident happened to one of our friend's disabled daughters. I cannot put myself in her shoes to know what she must have been feeling during these few days when G was battling. All I know is that myself and many of her friends were holding G' and T's hand virtually and praying/keeping them in the forefront of every thought of every minute of the day during those extremely difficult days and after as we got the sad news. I just want T to know that we care, are here for her during this difficult week as the anniversary approaches and that we love her and the girls.

xxx