Act Your Age? Or Why I Was in Asda This Saturday.

I had a bad week last week, depression wise. It’s something I’ve fought on and off for years, and the stress of the previous weekend caught up with me last Tuesday. After a few days of moping G asked on Saturday if there was anything that would cheer me up after work. I got him to drive me to the local Asda supermarket.

Now a supermarket doesn’t cheer me up, in fact when they are busy I find them oppressive. But Asda sells something that I decided to buy to cheer myself up.

These to be exact.

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They cost £1.97 and have a random pony figure inside. I bought £10 worth.

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Bagged them up, went back to the car and opened them, cheering when I got Twilight Sparkle and Applejack. G just looked at me, thinking I’d finally lost it. Then he decided if it made me happy, what the hell. But he did ask if I felt childish buying them.

I’m 31. I cared for my disabled mum from the age of 11. I still care for her on and off now, as well as my 74 year old dad (they are no longer together). I work 5 days a week. I am grown up a hell of a lot of the time. So I buy ponies, play computer games, cover the top of the tv with stuffed animals and watch cartoons sometimes. Childish? Who cares! It’s my way of forgetting about the stress of my mums illness, the customer who was a prat during the day, the bills I have to pay. It stops me feeling so depressed I can’t function. I can’t understand people who are serious All. The. Time. Where do they get their joy from? I watch My Little Pony Friendship is Magic and see the positive messages it puts across and it makes me feel good. I love The Gruffalo, I can’t wait til I have kids I can read it to!

So a bit of childishness sometimes is a good thing.

And don’t forget the words of George Bernard Shaw:

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.

And if all else fails, remember this from Dr Seuss:

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Normal Service Will Be Resumed Shortly

I have to apologise for being so quiet this week. It’s been one of THOSE weeks…

Between overtime and visits to the dentist I’ve been really busy. Dentist was fine btw, just a check up.

Then today was supposed to be a normal day. Sun was shining, I was nearly done at work when I get the message my mum has had a fall and has been taken to hospital. So it’s jump in the car and head down to the hospital which is 15 miles away. She’s not badly hurt, just a bit bruised but to be honest it was an accident waiting to happen. My mum is 64 and has MS, so she uses a mobility scooter to get around. It’s top speed is 8mph and she rides it like a maniac. Top speed EVERYWHERE, and usually down the middle of the road. We’ve all tried to talk to her about being more careful but she’s having none of it. And today she lost control and rode it too close to the edge of the pavement and went right over sideways. She was damn lucky there wasn’t a car coming.

So no, no harm done but it’s been one hell of a week…

It’s Time…

… To get my own net connection.

The house we rent at the moment has phone sockets but the line isn’t connected right now. It’s never been a priority: I use my mobile phone to make calls and do simple things online (like blog :P ) and I go to my dads to use the Internet there (which I pay for on his line). But the change of hours is making that pretty hard now. I tend not to finish til 6 during the week and that makes getting to dads hard as I don’t drive and the buses are terrible round here.

So I’m going to have to take the plunge. More hours means more money which means I can fork out the £129 connection fee, plus pay the line rental after that. Then I’ll simply shift the my Internet account from dads to mine. I’ll finally be out of the dark ages.

Another benefit would be I can concentrate on my art again as well. I do photomanipulations, taking stock photos and turning them into pictures, usually fantasy based, taking bits from one photo, bits from another and putting it all together. Yeah, you get the idea.

A few examples:

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(That is my fiancé btw, G. Posing with my horse bow. Imma Hunter in real life!)

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More can be seen on my deviantart page, but I have been slacking, and if I want to get better I must practice. Thing is, no matter how many stock photos I have saved on my laptop, if I can’t find the ‘right’ bit to go in my picture it’s annoying not having access to the net to find the perfect picture.

Anyway, enough insomnia based posting, must try and sleep.

Good News! But A Whole Other Worry.

Well after my last post there has been much discussion on our guild forum, resulting in a brilliant DS run last night. People signed up in good time (we even had to bench one as we were 11 rather than 10), we started on time and we were all prepared. We sailed through the first 4 bosses (buff turned OFF), then managed to down Ultraxion in 3 tries. I won my tier pants. Well actually I won a few things but I gave the others away because I didn’t want to be greedy. Yeah, I’m daft like that. I can say the whole thing on board the ship is damn confusing though, so we need to work on that.

But after the joys of last night come the worries of today. Last August I had what I thought was two nasty stomach bugs about a week apart. After the second one I hadn’t been able to eat more than a few mouthfuls for a week or so afterwards, and was very tender on the right hand side of my stomach. So I went to the Doctors who sent me straight to hospital for tests. I was given fluids and an anti nausea drug, which helped me start eating again, and all tests done there were normal, so it was decided I needed an abdominal scan. It was done at a later date in September as an outpatient. Months went passed and finally in November I got a letter saying they needed to discuss my scan with me. I had an appointment for Dec 13th, which was cancelled on the day. But I was assured I would get another appointment in a few weeks.

I didn’t. It took 3 days of phoning different numbers to finally get the appointment I finally have today. Now I am not thinking I am dying. I’m still sore on the right hand side of my abdomen but it’s bearable. And if I get there and the doctor says “Oh, your scan showed nothing, you’re being discharge” I’ll kill him as that could have been said in a letter. But I am worried. It doesn’t help that the Morecambe Bay Health Trust which runs the hospital I go to has recently been in the news because of…. You guessed it, the high number of appointments being cancelled and not rescheduled in its hospitals. Some of which were for seriously ill patients. It’s not good.

Anyway, I have a few hours of work to do then I’m off to see what’s up. I’ll let you know either way.

What Was I Thinking!?

I’m the first person to admit that I am unfit. And yes, overweight, though I have been planning to change that. I’m a UK size 16/18, so not mahoosive but in a world where XL translates to a size 14 (if you are lucky) its huge. I will also admit I got that size because I was lazy. I was unemployed and dealing with personal stuff, and it was easier to stay at home and play Warcraft all day. Now I am employed in quite a physical job, and took up caving last summer, which has led to some weight loss, but I need to do more.

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Since taking up caving I have been a supporter of the Cave Rescue Organisation in Clapham, North Yorkshire. If I get into difficulties then it’s these guys that will haul my ass out of that hole in the ground. And they don’t just pull people out of holes, they search for missing and injured walkers, runners and mountain bikers, even rescue trapped animals. They do a great job round here, and are funded by donations.

This morning lying in bed with G I saw on the CRO Facebook page they are running their annual CRO Challenge on the 12th May this year. And somehow I have been challenged by G to do the 12 mile version. I can walk it if I have to but ideally I’ll run at least part of it. He will do it with me, but this is Mr 30 Inch Waist so he won’t need as much preparation as me. So I have just over 4 months to get into a condition where I won’t die attempting this.

I’m not under any illusions it’s going to be easy. I know damn well I am going to have to work HARD to get into shape. And give up the cheesecake and the cup cakes…

And then comes the real hard part… An antisocial loner like me finding sponsors :P

Oh, and did I mention it involves going up this?

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The Fallout After Monday!

Today is a bit of a crazy day. I got to work at 9.30 today and was immediately asked if I could also work behind the bar in the afternoon. Seems the guy meant to be working fell over when drunk on Monday, gave himself a black eye (faceplanted a minibus seat) and has now developed Conjunctivitis. The other bartender is on holiday so if I don’t work a few hours my boss will have to work 15 hours solid. I don’t mind, I need the money, and gives me a chance to show I can work a shift on my own. So all’s good.

Except I was wearing jeans and an old tshirt to clean in, and didn’t have any smart clothes with me. I also live three miles away from the pub. And don’t drive. So it was work til 12.45 housekeeping, get the bus home at 1.00, change, grab a sammich and get a bus back at 1.49.

Of course at home I couldn’t find my normal work pants so I’m having to wear a pair that give me a horrendous VPL. And I have a stinking cold and forgot to bring tissues. And waiting for the bus it hailed on me.

I really hope the guild raid is on tonight, I need to kill something.

The Fallout After Monday!

Today is a bit of a crazy day. I got to work at 9.30 today and was immediately asked if I could also work behind the bar in the afternoon. Seems the guy meant to be working fell over when drunk on Monday, gave himself a black eye (faceplanted a minibus seat) and has now developed Conjunctivitis. The other bartender is on holiday so if I don’t work a few hours my boss will have to work 15 hours solid. I don’t mind, I need the money, and gives me a chance to show I can work a shift on my own. So all’s good.

Except I was wearing jeans and an old tshirt to clean in, and didn’t have any smart clothes with me. I also live three miles away from the pub. And don’t drive. So it was work til 12.45 housekeeping, get the bus home at 1.00, change, grab a sammich and get a bus back at 1.49.

Of course at home I couldn’t find my normal work pants so I’m having to wear a pair that give me a horrendous VPL. And I have a stinking cold and forgot to bring tissues. And waiting for the bus it hailed on me.

I really hope the guild raid is on tonight, I need to kill something.