I‘m happy and I think the sky in this picture is beautiful.
That’s all 😊
Here I am, on the setee, winding down after a stressful day, watching Pride and…. Suddenly I smile.
I love the film but it’s not just that, I just feel happy, safe, f#* the economic upheaval, the war, work stress or whatever, tonight I feel happy!
highly unpleasant physical sensation caused by illness or injury.
That’s putting it mildly😢
Spondylolisthesis is moving two of my vertrebal bodys out by fifty percent, causing pain and putting pressure on my sciatic nerve. Instability of my left thumb saddle joint makes it sometimes impossible to use my hand properly.
Why am I writing this? I urgently need a CLEANER , someone to help me keep this place tidy….. here’s hoping.
Instead I take one step at a time and remind myself that others are far worse off!
that’s what it feels like, reading some of the posts I wrote way back. I know it was me who wrote them but it seems so odd now. I remember the feelings, good and bad ones and wonder what would have happened if…
I still smile when I think about that night
Whereas I still lower my head in shame here
what’s wrong with me 🤪
Woke up this morning to notice that my echo hadn’t changed to winter time as it was the odd one out.
Amazon wrist watch ✔️ Iphone ✔️Echo 👀
I spent the best part of 10 min trying to convince my echo to change time, to no avail…..
Only to notice upon leaving my bedroom that echos time was the only correct one, the rest of the gadgets followed suit a couple of minutes later 🙈
I‘m not the only one, am I?
Can‘ remember if I remember how to blog, it‘s been years; literally. I came across the app on my mobile, silently waiting to be re-discovered. So much has happened, everything‘s changed.
And now I’m not, or am I?
Deep down I still feel like that … Wale on the beach
Don’t get me wrong, I mean no disrespect for overweight people, I’m just talking about myself when using the term fat here.
I’ve never been stick thin, I love my food and it loves me. I grew up with a completely wrong and unhealthy attitude to food and weight. My mother gave me my first diet pill when I was about 17, weighting about 60 kg. I’ve been dieting ever since.
Years and years later, I had a tough time at home
Mother
and my weight just ballooned 😖
It took years for me to loose it all again, admittedly
Has certainly helped speed up the weight loss, him being a nacisist on the rampage
The point I’m getting at, amidst all this tired nonsence
if I can do it, so can YOU, whoever you are and wherever you may be
The worst is over, or so I hope.
The house is sold, keys handed over.
New flat is coming on nicely, the boys love it and so do I.
All that remains is the divorce of Mr so not nice guy who left me to single-handedly sell and clear out the house, who doesn’t bother with the kids and who took the opportunity to have a snoop round my new home while I was out…. She, who’s not his girl friend, in tow 😂
Never mind, I’ve got a new life ahead of me and…. ehm…. A lip and nose job to look forward to 😳😁 falling flat on my face took its toll 🙈
Picture: courtesy of google.com
Seriously, how stupid can one get?
Or how depressed, to do something really really stupid?
Take it from me, age does not protect you, probably on the contrary!!
I’m off work, completely stressed by my Ex, my Boss, selling the house, rebellious teenagers, the lot.
What do I do, a respectable (or so I thought) middle age mother of three?
I fought my headacke with far too many drops of a very strong pain killer, topped it with two more headacke tablets — all on an empty stomach of course — followed by a couple of Tequilla Sunrise and ….. wait for it….. two puffs on a cigarette of pot (hashish), courtesy of my pals son -hope she never finds out and he’ll never comes round again.
Fast forward a couple of hours later when I woke up in hospital, no recollection of the ambulance, A&E, nothing
To sum it up:
– Concussion
– 15 mm long cut/stitches in my outside lower lip, inside cut should heal naturally, I hope
– bruised and swollen cheek right and tempel left
– black’n blue bruised chin
– swollen nose
– mega bruised upper teeth, unable to chew anything or even speak propperly.
I feel so stupid, so ashamed, so idiotic……… So not me 😢😟😩
Stille Wasser sind tief.
Die Wahrheit über vieles, was Viele nicht wahrhaben wollen!
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