I shan’t divulge his name because I’m too professional for that and I’m not mean, but I didn’t like the head of physio from the moment I saw him after my hip operation. He extended his hand for me to shake, and it was like clutching limp, soggy lettuce – and I never trust such … More Why I Hated The Physio Guy, And What I Should Have Said To Him
Just so you know, before you open my “read more” thingy, there will be a montage of photos spanning the last three weeks since I broke my hip. If you don’t like bruises or sutures, I suggest you don’t read past the cut. Since breaking my hip I seem to be doing very well. It’s … More On The Mend (Or, I May Actually Be Superhuman)
Our beloved regular guest house has had to shut down, and so we had to find alternative accommodation for our most recent stay in Cheltenham. We chose this particular Premier Inn, since the pub is on my old stomping ground (I used to live just up the road), and so I thought I knew the … More Premier Inn? More Like Premier Hell!
(With apologies to Cliff Richard; I think my lyrics are better!) It’s that time of year again, when I get my (this year, lurgified!) self geared up to make pickles out of anything and everything. Also baking, but baked goods don’t need two months to mature, so I can do the baking at my leisure. … More Autumn Time; Pickling And Brine; Kitchen Cluttered All Of The Time…
This year, the inhabitants of Tribble Towers did something we’d never done before: we went online and booked a holiday abroad, just the two of us. I’d been wanting to return to Sweden since our weekend on Ingarö last December, and so we decided to stay in the Slussen area of Stockholm.
We were so enchanted with Sweden last December, that we’d vowed to return even before we were driven to Skavsta for our flight back to wet and dreary England. We’d only had the weekend, and it was a tight schedule, but we still loved it. I was finally in the land of (some of) my … More To Colder Climes
Those were dark times, being one of the “hidden homeless” in a council-funded guest house. My house had been conned out of me by a “loving” partner who persuaded me to sign it over to him so that “You won’t have the stress of worrying about rent any more”. That was the same “loving” partner … More “I Want to Heal, I Want to Feel”
Yes, I have just shown you the three stages that a damaged liver goes through. I owe this post to a beloved friend of mine from the States, who was already dying when I e-met her, but who urged me to fight and live. She died last November, just before my birthday. So I’m writing … More How My Liver Is Killing Me
Last year, I went for a PIP assessment, which I failed. Apparently, my “high level of intelligence” excludes me from being disabled (epilepsy, anxiety, being autistic… yeah, none of those incringe on my life at all, apparently). As for the ME/CFS… “I wish I could stay in bed all day.” This was actually said to … More ME/CFS Awareness: Not A Lifestyle Choice!
Disclaimer: The following post contains photographs of a spider, and a possibly distressing photograph of myself in intensive care, at death’s door. I don’t know how to hide them, and so I thought I ought to warn you.