I have always been a fiercely independent person. As a toddler I, apparently, slapped my mum’s hand off my cardigan buttons…..I COULD DO THEM MYSELF! (ha, she was probably in a rush and wanted to be quicker. lol) and throughout life I’ve always done most things for myself. I always helped those less able, too. I never made a fuss about it, not wanting thanks, it just made sense for me to do something that I could do easily, with little effort, instead of them struggling…unless they preferred to struggle.
Hmmm. I thought I’d be like that but I’m glad I’m not. By being so we deprive someone the glow of helping and a brief but nice interaction but, more than that, we deprive ourselves of the ability to do something more important because we’ve used too much of our precious energy to be stubborn. Makes no sense, does it? So I smile, even when it’s pissing me off (I miss being able to do it etc), I also ask for help when I need it. Where’s the sense in NOT doing? I know people who pride themselves in NOT asking for help, ever, but then end up in bad situations or laid up. It’s not big and it’s not clever. I’m sure some milk it but I don’t know any.
Bob, my partner, knows when to back off but will also help where necessary without judgement or moans. Yes, I have a gem….or, some would say, I’ve trained him well…mwahahahaha
I have, without tugging forelock or grovelling, an ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE…for which I am, of course, grateful
Poor dexterity versus make-up…..hmmmm, what d’ya reckon?
I avoid most make-up nowadays as my dexterity is so poor that I’d probably have my eye out and lippy all up my cheek! Lip gloss, face cream and purple highlights in hair (yet to be attempted!) will have to do. My last attempt at make-up took ages and lots of wiping and re-applying only to wipe it all over my face because I forgot I had it on and I rubbed my eye! D’oh!
I’m thinking of having my eyelashes tinted. I did it years ago for a holiday but can’t remember what it was like. To be honest, I’m very much a take-it-or-leave-it kinda lass….always have been, it really comes in useful now…so I’m really not bothered but since a friend mentioned it I’ve been giving it some thought.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, so I’m not ok. Yesterday I stayed in my nightie all day ~ the phrase ‘wading through treacle” comes to mind. Today I planned to be up, dressed and busy-ish….instead I went to bed at 3am, knackered in morning so got up at noon feeling shot to bits. Still in dressing gown…BUT…I’m smiling. Why? Because following some lush, but rare nowadays, meditation last night I calmly ‘popped’ one of my ear-ring piercings that’d long since sealed over through lack of use. The other one was still open so just the one needed attention. I am now wearing ear-rings and grinning like the proverbial Cheshire Cat!
My dexterity is poor nowadays so previous attempts at the piercing-pop had involved me stabbing the earlobe! Not good. Now, because of said crap dexterity I have a plan……. I shall wear silver, my fave and a natural antiseptic (look it up on Ecosia ~ https://www.ecosia.org ~ owned by Google but they plant a tree for every 45 searches you do), I digress as usual (!) I shall wear silver sleepers with half a magnetic clasp on each. They are the clasps you can buy to put on necklaces. I intend to attach the other halves to all my pairs of ear-rings so I can just aim them towards the sleepers and ‘SNAP’ they’ll meet the other magnet half and I can wear all my old faves again! I just need to get the magnetic clasps into place…this may take a while…and a few choice words…y’know the ones. lol
Do you wear jewellery? If so do you have any tips to aid a now-non-dexterous-bint and others? All advice gratefully received… I thank you
I went to visit family (long overdue) for a couple of days. Now ‘paying for it’ for a few more 😦
It was lovely to catch up. I hadn’t seen my old mum for over 2 years!! It’s never been anywhere near that long before. We talk on talk on the phone regularly though.
My niece has 4 children and I now remind myself of my own aunties and uncles when I was a kid “Ooh, haven’t you grown! I remember when…blah..blah..blah!” lol
I was so knackered afterwards. Worth it though.
One word I keep thinking of, that my Dad used to use a lot, is “Kidology”…. I’ve been using it to pretend I’m ok while we were away. Like psychology but with more pretence! I’m sure you know what I mean. x
This, when I’ve learned the ins and outs of WordPress (yeah, I’m impatient, I’m sure that cart CAN be PUSHED by the horse. hehehe) shall be my blog. Well we all need something to keep us out of mischief…
Now, I haven’t told you what I intend to rant…er…I mean write about, have I? Ok, here’s the gen. I have secondary progressive multiple sclerosis. Bummer, huh?! Yup. I didn’t know until relapsing remitting turned into that, though, during that wonderfully fun time in a woman’s life (oh irony!) my menopause.
As you can see, I’ll talk about anything. Shit, none of us get out of this alive so I ain’t ‘precious’ about my topics. Say what I mean and mean what I say. This one will be about how I deal with infirmity and the pain (oooh, the pain IS a pain!) and that debilitating monster, fatigue…..zzzzzzz….what? Who? Where? Oh yes, I remember (cheer from crowd. lol) this blog is to be called by a ‘technique’ I engage to deal with all of the above. I call it….
A scream of rage
risen from my ribcage
emits from my mouth.
Fustration and despair overcome me
Tears of anger
tell of eternal danger
from where, who knows?
Worthlessness overcomes me
replace rage over years
kept to myself
Acceptance looks defeatest…but
it lets you breath
deeply, at last
A necessary process. It helps
A smile from my lips