A Week in Review

Welcome to this week’s blog. I really appreciate you being here and reading along.

First, the basics:

Last week I said I weighed in at 100.4kgs (that’s 221.3lbs or 15.18 stone) so, I decided to do something about it.

Effective immediately – which was January 9th -the day I weighed myself, I:

  • Quit drinking  
  • Quit chocolate
  • Quit sugar in my tea
  • Quit snacking in between meals
  • Water become my jam
  • Started exercising for 20 minutes a day 6 days a week

I plan to continue this until June 9th. (See, now that it’s written down, I can’t slack off) and see how things are after that. My next weigh in is February 9th.  I’m hoping there’s considerable difference then and come June… or I will be most pissed off!

Now, to the events of the week:

Monday January 11th

The day began with having to call the R.A.C.V.

As you may recall, last weekend we couldn’t get the car out of reverse gear and after calling Roadside Assist, it was determined that the automatic transmission cable snapped, and we had to get it fixed.

This meant that Hubby had the day off while I worked from home. The tow truck turned up just after Midday and took it to our local Mechanic. Thankfully it wasn’t going to take him long to fix and we were told we’d get it back in a few days. This meant that Hubby had to drag ye oldie bicycle out of retirement in order to get to work which was fine*

Tuesday January 12th

My first PT session for the year with Shani. Went rather well all things considered. Overhead weight work and bands and some light leg work to start getting strength back into them again.  We talk to each other via Face Time. Being in different states now, it’s easier for both of us that way. I felt good after the session and it was nice to get back into some sort of routine after some time off.

On a sad note, that afternoon, a friend of mine farewelled his beloved fur baby Jette. She was a beautiful Alaskan Malemute and was 14 years of age. It was her time.  I was looking at photos of her on his twitter recently and was happy she had a good life with my friend.

Wednesday January 13th

I’ve said it once – I’ve said it 1000 times: THE.OUTLANDER. FANDOM.DOES. NOT. TOLERATE. HATEFUL. NASTY. TROLLS!!!

Now look,

Here’s the thing.  There are days… and then there are DAYS where we gotta stop what we’re doing and take out the trash. On those days (with a capital D) the Outlander fandom can be found either throwing out multiple Kira Guido accounts (WHO ARE YOU KIRA AND WHY WON’T YOU GO AWAY) or getting annoyed with the obvious ELEPHANT in the room. This is run of the mill garbage and it doesn’t take long for us to breathe a huge sigh of relief when it goes away, and we all go back to our regularly scheduled Fan-Girling.

But on this day, we found ourselves sickened by someone, who FOR A JOKE, decided it was a good time to drop a ton of homophobic slurs across the Twittersphere and aim them straight at a member of the cast who is not only an Executive Producer on the show but one of its leading actors.  This is a dog’s act of epic proportions and should not be tolerated by anyone – let alone someone as respected as he. Suffice to say, we all reported it for targeted harassment but, at time of writing, have yet to hear if the account has been suspended by Twitter.

Thursday January 14th  

As far as Thursdays go, this one was fairly uneventful. I took care of the banking and paid a few bills (I ADULTED. OH MY GOD!) and set up a few things for the foreseeable future.

Dad came over for lunch and we made light-hearted small talk while we munched on McDonalds toasties and drank coffee.

It’s always nice to catch up with my Dad. Being retired he’s a very busy man (No, I am NOT kidding LOL!) I call him twice a week to check on him. I know he’s 81 years young, but we are still dealing with a Global Pandemic (he’s been tested twice and twice come back negative) and I just want to make sure he’s OK.

Y’know, dutiful Daughter and all that *Laughs*

We also got the car back. So that was a bonus.

Friday 15th January

By this point I was running more or less on metaphorical vapour fumes…. of adrenaline long since passed and couldn’t deal with social media anymore. I felt like I was in a wading in a brain fog and everything began to blur together. I needed a break. I struggled through my working day (Working 8am -4pm this week) and felt like bursting into tears.

I took some time away from the twitter bird and commenced operation defrag my brain. Side note: This is very difficult when you’re dealing with not having a drink for a week.

Saturday 16th January / Sunday 17th January

Saturday saw me back at the Chiropractor for my weekly session and Hubby do some housework and have a guitar lesson. We also watched a movie called “Over the Wire” on Netflix and it had one of the most disappointing endings we’ve ever seen.

Today, I’ve called Dad, Hubby ran the errands and did all the things and then went on a bike ride.

And, on that note, dear reader…. It is 4:56pm and about time I posted this blog

Thanks for reading,


  • Hubby has decided to ride to work where possible or go bike riding on weekends now – which is lovely

2021- Hold My Beer

Welcome to this week’s blog.

Boy, what a week.

First, the basic bits …..

At time of writing, I weigh approximately 100.4 kgs. (Or, for those in the Northern Hemisphere, that’s either 221.3lbs or 15.81 stone) As you can see, I spent a lot of the last year stress/ comfort eating. Likewise, with wine… or anything with an alcoholic content really. If I’m perfectly honest, despite all the good things I briefly touched on in last week’s blog, 2020 was a write off from pretty much the get go. A giant enormous train wreck that was not only waiting to happen – but happened right before our eyes …before any of us had any idea as to what was truly going on.

When the clock struck Midnight (albeit quietly and from the safety of our own homes), despite Covid-19 still being a thing (and not magically disappeared as some conspiracy theorists would have us believe) the world collectively breathed a sigh of relief. The worst of it was behind us. The orange faced Cheeto was no longer going to be President, vaccines were going to be rolled out and everything was coming up Millhouse.    

So, without further ado- I give you my week in review.

Monday January 4th

I went back to work.

Well, when I say I went back to work … I mean, I went back to Work from Home.

While I admit, the never-ending hours of data entry correction and emails is doing my head in, I am grateful that I still get to do it from the comfort of my own home.

After suffering a rather nasty fall on New Year’s Eve (In the middle of the day, people, sheesh!) I’m hoping that WFH continues to be a thing this year. It’s so much easier for me to do my job and I’ve taken less time off as a result.

Tuesday January 5th

My first Myo-therapy session for the year – and it was wonderful. So relaxing. Especially since my fall had left me pretty banged up. As a result of that fall, I had a huge, dark welt just below my left hip – that almost looked like a figure eight- and when I tell you it hurt like a son-of -a … You better believe it. I had also bruised the bone on my right wrist- which left an ugly yellow bruise that almost covered my entire arm – below my elbow. Which was not fun.

Hubby had the day off with me – so that was nice. He took me to my appointment, and we spent the rest of the day watching ‘The Punisher’ on Netflix. Not a bad show all things considered. A bit dark in places, but then, it is based on a Comic book which in itself was quite dark (or that’s what I’ve been told, having not known of The Punishers existence until right this very moment in time)

Wednesday January 6th

For most people, this day would be the calm before the storm. For me, it was just another average working day. My shift was 9:30am -5:30pm. Not ideal but, given that we’re still working from home, I couldn’t complain.

Speaking of which, the state of Victoria has cases of Covid -19 again. We’ve gone hard lockdown border closures with other states (Looking at you, NSW) made masks mandatory again for both indoor and outdoor settings and reduced compacity numbers at public events and reduced the number of visitors to people’s homes. At this point were at 38 confirmed cases – a combination of both in quarantine and community transmission and Health Authorities are concerned – especially since the news of the newer, more dangerous strain of Covid from the UK and South Africa.

Having not left my house for anything really significant in almost a year, while I am concerned, I am not too worried as I know both my Husband and I do everything possible to keep ourselves safe.

At this point I am recovering well from my fall – so I begin my own version of MPC 2021 #PeakStreak and start by doing 20 mins a day on my rower bike

Thursday January 7th

When I tell you I said, “What the fuck is going on, America?” at roughly 7:30am AEST ..

There was mayhem, chaos, fear, uncertainty, anger and tears. Across every single one of my Social Media Platforms. I sat stunned as thousands of apparent Qanon, Antifa, conspiracy theorists and Donald Trump supporters lost their preverbal minds and stormed The Capitol Building- which, if am correct, is a symbol of Democracy and Law and Order for the United States. I saw pictures of them trashing the foyer, proudly bragging about their right to be there while putting their feet up on the desk of elected Government Officials and … who the hell was that weird Jamiroquai guy???

It was insane and complete and utter madness. The first thing I did, was reach out to my fellow American Peaker’s and offer them a virtual hug. Most of them, in fact all of them were accepting and grateful – surprised that someone outside the USA actually gave a shit and were concerned for their welfare. Naturally, it didn’t take long for a Trumpster to turn, what was a compassionate post into a political shit show -which meant Admin had to swing the anvil and delete the post. While it *could* be argued that there was evidence of picking a side – in this instance … In order to keep the peace, I shall simply say, I have learnt my lesson and will go back to lurking and liking the occasional post. **

Hubby also spent the day with me. It was very low key, ( and when I say low key I meant that hubby did all the things and then some first) and we continued watching The Punisher

Friday January 8th

First, the good news. It was my friend Alissa’s Birthday!

The rest of my day was taken up with work, more of what was happening in the United States and my never ending (tiresome) battle with acid reflux. For the better part of a year (Let’s be honest, it more or less is) It’s gotten to the point where it wakes me up in the middle of the night and I’m often choking on it. It burns my sinus and my throat and makes my eyes water- generally it’s an all-round unpleasant experience for me.

Recently, it’s gotten worse. So much so in fact, that I am now vomiting in my sleep. Thankfully, the last few times it’s happened, I’ve woken up and tried to clean up the mess. Although, trying to do such a thing in the middle of the night is nothing sure than a science experiment gone wrong and I end up making more of a mess than when I started. Gaviscon has become my new best friend. I’m not sure what’s causing it, but I’ll keep you updated.

Saturday January 9th  / Sunday January  10th

My Father-in-law turned 72. Hurrah!

Outside of that, I had a Chiropractic appointment that morning and Hubby went and did the grocery shopping

Shortly after arriving home something in the Car transmission (it’s an automatic) went ta-ta’s and left the car stuck in reverse gear.

To make us feel better -Hubby made homemade Tuna patties and made them into burgers with pineapple and mozzarella cheese. They were delicious and now I have something healthy for lunch this week. Which is a bonus!

Speaking of going healthy, I have also committed myself to six months of not drinking. Think of it as my MPC ‘Non-Physical Challenge’ for the year. Truth be told, I had promised my bestie that I’d start when she did – on the 4th… but Aunty Flo came to visit, and I decided there was no way I was going to quit while she was hell bent on destroying my uterus.

Currently on day two. I have till June 9th

My hope is that over the next six months my health shall improve, and I would have lost somewhere between 15-20kgs (or between 33-44lbs or 3 stone) ***

The RACV man also came and helped us with the Car problem. Didn’t cost anything – so that was a relief. Yay for roadside assist!

Which brings us here, to the end of this week’s blog. It’s currently 4:40pm Sunday afternoon. If I’m too get this up before the 5pm cut off, then I best end it here.

Until next week

Thank you so much for reading



** There were two. One has since DM’d me an apology and told me that they had no right to ruin my post with their political affiliations. As for the other? Not a word.

*** I am taking the conversions of weight direct from Google. I can only hope I’m right.

2020. That’s a wrap and Good Riddance

Welcome to my first blog of 2021

Thank you for being here.

Normally what I’ll do is a several

pages write up of the previous year, highlighting my highs and lows in great detail … but let’s face it… 2020 doesn’t deserve that.

So, I will give you a run down in dot points.

Starting with the good stuff

  • I re-joined MPC for my 3rd year and started off the year right with the 20-minute Peak Streak
  • For the first time, I got to attend the MPC Member Gala because it was virtual, and it was free
  • I’d reached the 10-year mark at my job and for the first time in my life – I got long service leave
  • I was fit and well enough to fly to Brisbane for a week to see my Best Friend for her Birthday. While there, we saw Bloodshot in Gold Class Cinemas and had Toblerone Cocktails to celebrate. 
  • By the end of March, I’d lost 11kgs (24lbs or 1.73 stone)
  • I celebrated my 43rd Birthday with Jam and Cream Scones
  • I made many more friends in the Outlander Fandom
  • Got a question answered by Sam Heughan and Caitriona Balfe in an Outlander fan Q and A
  • Got to attend a few Outlander panel events because they were virtual and free
  • I started writing letters to people to try and start up a Pen Pal exchange
  • I became an admin for the OUTLANDER LOUNGE FB page
  • I managed to get a copy of CLANLANDS which was signed by Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish
  • New Glasses
  • Used Zoom for the first time EVER
  • Began working from home
  • Walked away from toxic friendships /individuals
  • Embraced Online shopping
  • Got a bloody hair cut! (Massive highlight)
  • Kept being able to do my PT sessions via Face time (The lovely Shani moved interstate)
  • Was over all blessed to have been able to keep my job and have an income. As such, I was able to help friends in need throughout the year and I am forever thankful to have been able to do that.
  • Was able to spend a lot more time with my Hubby as well. Which was lovely and something I have really learned to appreciate
  • Found Hubby a copy of Bruce Dickinson’s book “The Adventures of Lord Iffy Boat Race” for Christmas. (It arrived after Christmas, but it still counts)  
  • I’ve not gotten a cold/ flu/chest infection once

And now we get to why 2020 sucked for me

  • Covid -19. More or less ruined everything
  • Victoria’s first and then 2nd wave of the virus (At time of writing, the state is desperately trying to stop a third wave)
  • 112 days of stage 4 lockdown
  • Being separated from my loved ones and friends (And, before anyone says anything – I know I am not the world’s biggest social person … It was the fact the CHOICE to be that way was taken away from me
  • I had no Chiropractic/ Nero -Chiropractic/ Massages for over 8 weeks
  • I’m still yet to see my Dental Specialist -it’s been over a year
  • I had Sciatica for 2 months
  • I tore a muscle in my right shoulder
  • I got a really bad case of Cellulitis -that almost saw me in Hospital
  • Several nasty falls
  • My Blood Pressure rose to ridiculously high levels (for me) and saw me on meds for a good 3 months
  • I wasn’t sleeping well and was having nightmares  
  • I had 3 people I knew pass away.
  • Many of my friends got Covid. (Thankfully they all recovered)
  • I called it quits on a certain individual in the Outlander Fandom. This person was making me miserable and made me quit twitter as a result.
  • Fandom drama and bullshit was at an all-time high in 2020. I really did see some of the worst types of people – and I hope to never see them again
  • Donald Trump – need I say more?
  • I had more computer / Internet issues than I could poke a stick at in 2020
  • Since March I’ve gained 14kgs (30.8 lbs / 2.20 stone) I plan to get rid of that this year
  • Both my Hubby and I have spent most of 2020 worried and stressed. UGH
  • Trying to find comfortable masks …. Yep

And that pretty much is it . Tune in next Sunday for an update

Thanks for reading,


Random Early Morning Thoughts

Friday, 9 October 2020

Naturally, when one is awake at *checks time* 3:30am, one does what one normally does. She decides to write a blog.

This is, of course, after weeks and weeks and weeks of not writing a damn thing due to not having much to say – but now, while one is forcibly awake due to suffering the worst bout of Hay Fever she’s had in 5 years ( and whilst getting over the worst bout of Cellulitis she’s had in 3 years) it’s the perfect time to open ones brain and empty out the trash … er I mean contents … thoughts …. Oh, whatever, it’s too early and I’m doing this with no caffeine so give me a break!


Where to start? Firstly, it’s October. Yes, I know. There’s no need to remind me. Second, here’s a quick recap to catch you up:

  • Since June I’ve suffered Sciatica, a torn muscle in my back and dealt with cellulitis and hay fever
  • Victoria is STILL under lockdown measures – although some restrictions have been lifted. We’re to find out more on Oct 19th
  • I’m still working from home. (In between bouts of everything) and I am hoping to continue to do so into 2021
  • I’ve watched a ton of stuff on Netflix.
  • My Iso-Ass weighs in at approximately 3 tonnes. I am hoping by Jan 2021 we can all begin anew, and I can get rid of it
  • I’ve done a lot of online shopping. So far, a tee-shirt I ordered back in August is the only thing that’s disappeared into the ether. I will be surprised if I see it by Christmas Time
  • There’s been a fuck-ton and I mean a fuck-ton of OL fandom stuff going on
  • Hubby and I celebrated our 14th Wedding Anniversary
  • Miss Floof turned 4
  • I’ve had issues with both my Internet Provider and my Electricity Provider
  • I’ve still yet to do my taxes
  • Overall, 2020 can still suck a ginormous bag of hairy dicks and the sooner it goes into the bin the better (For reasons that are not either OL fandom related or any nice things that have happened)

There. That’s about it

I really should write more. This much is true. But, after being in a state of lockdown since March and not really gone anywhere or done anything … I really don’t have anything of any significance to say


Updates and Some Thoughts

I haven’t written a blog in……


Oh alright. Shut up. I know. But I’m back now and that’s all that matters.

Speaking of backs – at time of writing, mine is completely ruined. I’ve not seen my Chiropractor or my massage therapist for almost 8 weeks. For most of this week I have been suffering from either a pulled muscle or pinched nerve in my back.


Whenever I sneeze or cough it hurts. When I take a breath in, it hurts. I turn to the left it hurts. Sometimes I twitch (which happens a lot thanks to my other on-going medical conditions) and I spasm for a good 10-15 seconds and struggle to breathe. This has been my lot since last Tuesday – after I did a slow and steady pace on my rower. I stood up, after I finished and then… Hello agony. I am on a dose of fairly hefty pain killers – but if it doesn’t settle properly soon – another visit to the doctor will be on the cards.

However, the reason for this blog (after an absence of around a month and a half, I’m going to give you a brief rundown of what’s been happening in my life


  • I finally healed from Sciatica after dealing with it for 8 weeks
  • All of my much-needed medical appointments that keep me functioning on a regular basis – have been pushed back till further notice – with the exception of PT – which I have been able to do from home via Tele-health.
  • This week marked 14 years Married for Hubby and me. We celebrated by eating freshly made salad rolls and drinking a bottle of wine in the back yard.
  • We’ve watched a ton of stuff on Netflix and Amazon Prime. We’ve watched Snowpiercer, Lucifer, the art of lying, Back to the Future III and a whole lot of other shows. Which has been great.
  • There has been so much Outlander content!!
  • The 4-part Outlander ‘End of Summer Series’ (I got to ask Sam and Cait a question for that! So happy)
  • I did an IG live with my friend Maria from CoSH
  • All of the M.I.K and CLANLANDS goings on
  • Cait’s soon to be released Forget Me Not Gin
  • Cait’s book club
  • Sam winning a Golden Derby award for his performance in Outlander
  • Riks Photo exhibition. (With the money that was raised from it going to support his fellow actors in the industry)
  • The continuous outpouring of talent across the fandom.


Speaking of the Fandom…. There’s been a few instances of late that have truly rubbed me the wrong way. At first, I wasn’t going to talk about it. But recent events have left me no other choice but to talk about it.



From the top:

If you’re here, you’re part of the fandom. You’re here because you fell in love with the books or TV show (or both) known as Outlander. On the surface, we’re one of the most supportive fandoms out there – but, if you’ve been here a long time – You tend to notice subtle shifts when things change – and more often than not – It’s not a very positive experience.


For instance:


Our (not so) friendly neighbourhood troll returns


Our friendly Neighbourhood troll is back. That’s right. Taylor (Or Taj-meh-nope as I call her) is back and desperately trying to become the centre of Sam Heughan’s attention, by pointing out how someone she’s targeted for bullying and harassment, is somehow Sexually Objectifying him by way of making Memes.


(Oh, and if you wish, you can read my personal encounter with the troll queen – you can do so here:



I knew it wouldn’t take you long to clue in. You know exactly who I’m talking about don’t you? Anyway, Taj-Meh-Nope is, well, trying. Trying everyone’s patience mostly, but she’s still trying. Never mind the fact the person she’s trolling has met Sam in person at NOLA. Never mind the fact Sam himself approves of the memes and loves them and never mind that to this very day Sam keeps in touch with the person we’re talking about on a fairly regular basis. Taj-Meh-Nope insists she’s doing the fandom a service by being the ultimate school yard ‘tattle tale’ by telling Sam what she thinks. It’s laughable really. I mean, it’s bad enough Taj hates on Cait on a regular basis (and makes no secret of it either if you’ve read my blog) but to sink the boot into someone so nice and supportive is just despicable behaviour.




Speaking of which, there’s been a noticeable shift in this fandom regarding the lead actors of the show. On the surface, this is nothing new. We still love them -it’s just that, depending on the day, one of them may get more support than the other due to whatever announcement they make or project they’re working on or in conjunction with.


However, in the year of our lord 2020 (and in so continuing with the ongoing theme that this year sucks) there is a new breed of fan among us. Two actually.




Until recently, I thought these kinds of people only lived in the deepest, darkest corners of Tumblr. (You know the type. They make a big song and dance about how the OL fandom isn’t the place for them anymore – but they don’t really leave.)

It turns out I was wrong.

They’re on twitter as well.

Shades are those within the fandom who have become a STAN account for one of the leading actors (only) for the sole purpose of using their newfound STAN status to be mean and nasty about the other.

It’s funny, because they will disappear away from twitter for a while ( usually after a shot of fandom drama involving one of the lead actors) and suddenly there they are – Their account has had a complete overhaul and they claim to all who cares (to listen)  that they are now a stand-alone STAN account for *insert actors name here* from now on and that’s the end of it.

Meanwhile, real stans are standing around, scratching their heads in confusion and are like “Hi, listen, why are you reverse parking your clown car into our lane? Do you realise you and your ridiculous looking automobile are holding up traffic?”


They see you; you fool!


We all see you! We see you cackling like banshees in your corner. Being all spiteful and mean about the one that only a few short months ago, you would, if given the opportunity, kissed their ass.


Makes you worse than a troll to be honest. And that’s saying something.


“Praising Private lifers”

Thankfully, these fans were a flash in the pan for about 15 minutes but still worthy of a mention (albeit brief)

These guys went out of their way to sing the praises of those Sam and Cait associated with in their private lives – thinking that those in that circle were all that and a bag of chips.


As everyone knows, private lives are never discussed and to do so shows a severe lack of respect for their privacy. I think we can all agree on that and leave it there. Cool?



And on that note. I’m out.


Thanks for reading











Self Preservation – Isolation Blog 9. ….. Dot Points!

I haven’t written a blog in 5 weeks.


Seems like a lifetime ago now. It was…. To be honest. So much has changed in that time.


Normally, I’d tell you to strap in and hang on to your hat as I regaled you with my goings on … but really, this isn’t one of those type of blogs. It’s just a brief update on life.


In dot points … so you don’t get bored.



  1. Battlestar Sciatica.


Yes, I know that was a play on words. And It was horrible. And yes, I’ll show myself out later.

It’s been just over 5 weeks and I’m only just starting to come good now. When they said it takes time to heal – they weren’t kidding!



  1. Retail therapy


In the last few weeks I’ve indulged in a wee bit of retail therapy. I’ve gotten a new computer chair, a foot stool, a handmade doll and some new resistance bands. I don’t do this very often – so this was a bit of a treat to myself


  1. Grieved for a friend


Three weeks ago – I found out a Twitter buddy of mine (and many others) passed away during routine back surgery.  She was a huge Sam Heughan and Outlander fan and we bonded straight away. I’ve been twitter friends with her for many years. She was also a member of My Peak Challenge. When the news of her passing spread across both the outlander fandom and the Peaker Family, it broke all our hearts. We will miss her very much. I will miss her very much.


  1. Melbourne Metro back into lockdown


Yep. We’re week … I don’t know … into a 6 week lock down and as of today it’s mandatory to wear a mask whenever you are in public. Failure to do so will result in a $200 fine.

That’s all I’m gonna say on that.


  1. Fandom goings on
  • There has been a lot of podcasts and interviews to keep us entertained
  • Sam and Graham have released a book called ClanLands. (Of course, I bought it)
  • We’ve been keeping ourselves amused with Fanfic, other TV show recommendations, fan art, checking in on each other and being generally ridiculous.
  • There was five minutes of drama over Sam not wearing a mask while catching up with Steven Cree – apparently people forgot that the situation in Scotland is different to other parts of the world – and you know, you can take a selfie without a mask on. It’s fine. Either way, it was over before it even begun – with those folks deleting their accounts in a huff, picking up their toys and going home.


  1. Work/Life


Overall, July has been a sucky month.  I’ve had more work-related technical issues than I care to count (and when you’re working from home it’s even worse) and it’s just been flat out busy.

Visits to my various Dr’s and specialist continue – even during a stage 3 lock down – which I’m incredibly grateful for.

On the fitness front – I’ll admit I’m failing dismally, and the sciatica hasn’t helped any. I can’t use my rower bike and that makes me upset. It’s my main form of exercise and not being able to use it at the moment is as frustrating as all get out.


Oh, and it turns out I’ve had this blog for 6 year.


Huh. Imagine that.


Time flies when you hardly have anything to say


Thanks for reading




Self-Preservation and Isolation Blog 8 – The Time Everything Ground to a Halt


For the moment, anyway.


At time of writing, I am struggling though a bout of what’s believed to be Sciatica. I’ve never had it before, and I have to tell you – the pain is unlike anything I have ever experienced in my entire life.


It started last Tuesday night after a fairly light PT session. I’d done nothing out of the ordinary and was finishing up a set of assisted box squats.  I felt nothing as I made to leave the building or as I said my goodbyes and that I’d see them next week. I walked outside and turned the corner to head towards the car park when suddenly the most excruciating, fire burning, almost blackout inducing pain I have ever experienced screamed though the top of my right thigh.


My Husband (bless him) had to help me more or less limp to the carpark and by the time I got to the car I was in tears.


That night I took some Nerofen and hoped for the best.


The following day, I woke and found my right knee on fire. I was holding on to walls, limping to go to the bathroom and the same when I had to go down for breakfast. I took some Panadol (was all we had) and prayed.


Hubby went to work as per the norm, and I struggled with my normal morning routine of feeding kittens, preparing a salad for dinner and making my lunch for the day.  By the time I got to the point of having a shower – I could barely stand up and it was all I could not too scream from the pain.


I called Hubby (and I thank all the Gods, the moon and the stars) that he was near his phone and picked up – or I swear I would have been completely lost – and begged him to come home and be with me as I couldn’t move.


He was with me within 10 minutes and I’m forever glad he was, trust me on this. He spent the next two days picking up scripts for pain relief and helping me do simple things like shower and dress, make it to the loo and get in and out of bed.


He returned to work on Friday ( I had called in for sick leave so that was all sorted) and I was able, at the very least, hobble about on my own – albeit slowly – and I was under strict instructions to do a grand total of nothing.


Which I dutifully obeyed.


On Saturday, I had an appointment with my Chiropractor, Dr Jen.


It didn’t help matters that my leg gave out trying to get out of the shower that morning and I ended up grazing my hip and my right knee and slicing my big toe on my right foot open. Hubby was beside himself (and it would be fair to suggest that perhaps I used up 7 of his nine lives in that moment) but between the two of us and some calm, rational, thinking, we were able to haul my wet ass out of the shower and get me dressed.


Managed to make to my appointment on time (and thankfully one piece) and Dr Jen went to work. To say that it hurt would be the understatement of the year – but there you go. It was a ‘cruel to be kind’ measure and so I appreciated it on that level at least. (Side note: I go back to her this evening for round two)


Sunday saw me at my local GP clinic for some more painkillers. I still wasn’t fairing great so, thankfully Hubby was able to dust off ye olde wheelchair (never thought I’d ever see that again) and wheel me into the office.

Now, I am never one to speak ill of people – especially those whose job it is to assist me on my ongoing journey as a science experiment – but suffice to say …this one??? Wasn’t great. Firstly, he made me get up on to the bed and lay on my back (This in itself was painful x 3000) and then made me lift both legs up (one after the other) and pushed back on my right foot. I was in a flood of tears and I began to wonder if those sitting in the waiting room were wondering if I was going to die because I was howling in agony so much!


He prescribed some extra strong pain medication, took my blood pressure ( Which, naturally, in the moment was high), lectured me on how not to become addicted to strong pain killers and how I should continue with the course of Blood Pressure meds he gave me the other week. Then he told me to come back and see him in 10 days and I left.

I took one of those meds he gave me and *Not* to my surprise – they did nothing and didn’t even take the edge of the pain.

I’m currently making my way through a packet of Advil and they seem to be doing the job just fine. Funny that, huh?


The thing that annoys me most about this is that I feel I have gone all the way back to square one. That everything I’ve done. All the progress I’ve made – has all been for naught. Because of this one, small thing I have to start all over again. And that is just not fair.


I haven’t been able to do much of anything. No Cardio. No weights. I tried stretching it out and almost passed out because of the pain. All I’ve been able to do is sit (and even that is uncomfortable at the moment) and kick my leg out from the knee down – just to keep it moving. Walking has been slow and deliberate; although I am pleased to report that I can, as of today, put weight on the heel of my right foot without it hurting too much which is something I guess but it still doesn’t take away from the fact that I’m facing weeks ( possibly months) of starting again… and that makes me so mad I could cry.