I am officially “Holy crap! I had no idea my blog had a Spam Filter and look at all these lovely comments!” years old.
So, to those who have commented on my blog – thank you! It means a lot. I’m glad you enjoy reading it over all and I do appreciate your feedback and constructive criticism on my writing. I also appreciate that, with some things I write about – I may not have all the facts on hand ( at least according to you) but please understand, I am only writing what I am based on what I have on hand at the time. I hope you can respect that 😀
My layout is not done by a professional. Not at all. Word Press has dozens of free web layouts and designs and I just picked one that I liked. Also, it has an edit function- which allows you to change a section to suit what you need in a blog. It’s really simple and really easy to use – which is why I continue to stay with it.
OK, now that I’ve taken care of that, here is a long overdue update for you. Look, I know I said I’d try and stick to an uploading schedule and I know I said what time and day and so and so fifth and so seventh – but I have an excuse OK? I was sick. Very, very sick.
Not long after I’d written my Holiday wrap up post – which if you haven’t read you can read here: https://ranpotjam.com/2019/05/21/holidays-part-two-and-wrap-up/ I’d began to feel rather run down. Still, I pushed through returned to work the Monday after that blog was written. I lasted all of three days.
By Thursday of that week I went down like a sack of spuds and more or less felt the beginnings of old mate Laryngitis. I knew just by the tingle in the throat and persistent cough that I’d been trying to avoid all day.
By Friday my throat was on fire and I felt like I was swallowing razor blades. That morning I called the Doctors. Sadly, I wasn’t able to get in till 9am the following Monday – so I had to just suck it up and bear it.
Of course, I wasn’t really bothered as I figured it’d do what it normally did. Hang around for a few days and then leave. I was convinced, come Monday, going to the Dr was a par for the course and just doing the right thing for work. Alas, dear reader, that was not the case. Not this time. This time it did more than just hang around. This time it smacked me upside my head and metaphorically KO’d me several times over. All I did was sleep. I hardly ate. All I could do was drink water and OJ and zonk straight back out again. I ran a fever for 2 and a half days and was freezing whilst sweating buckets. I lost 3.5 kgs (7.7LBS) during the week I was sick, due to not being able to eat and even though you may cheer for this, I can assure you, it’s not the nicest way in the world to lose weight.
On Monday morning at 9am sharp I sat shivering in the Dr’s office waiting to be seen. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. It was a Dr I’d never seen before so naturally it was the same stock standard line of questioning that occurs whenever you see a new GP. “Have you had this before? Do you suffer Asthma?” “Have you ever used a Spacer?” “Are you allergic to penicillin?”
After taking all of 30 seconds answering his questions with a polite No… He then proceeded to spend the remainder of my consultation telling me about his ailments and what caused him to be sick for the better part of a month!
Bravo …Dr Quack. Bravo.
I am given a rather strong antibiotic and a week off work to rest. Excellent.
I take the rest of the week off to recover. By Friday of that week I am well enough to return to work and things begin to go back to normal. (At time of writing, I am on a repeated course of antibiotics. Better to be safe than sorry)
Naturally there is the usual #BackToWork stuff associated with this – which I won’t bore you with here. It’s another blog for another day, trust me.
My week is nothing out of the ordinary. My working week is normal, my PT session goes really well, as does my session with my Osteopath. She cracks my neck in this session. It’s the first time I’ve experiences that. I’ve got to say, it’s an interesting experience and one that I’m willing to let her do again. My MPC Hoodie arrives in the post and I realise I’ve ordered the wrong size by accident. Hubby and I ship a huge box of MLP toys and collectables to a friend for her Daughter, I order some handmade Jamie and Claire dolls through a friend on twitter to help her online store out and some wonderful, beautiful, blessed soul sends me the OL Season 4 collectors edition from the US for no other reason than because. Then there’s the OL FYC panel that was streamed from LA -which was just amazing and Cait Balfe single handedly starting a body positive movement on twitter #NotAllStomachsAreWashboards – which I am still loving as all of my twitter fam got featured in several write ups about it 😀
So, I lied. My week outside of work was amazing and it warms my heart just thinking about it 😀 And if you’re wondering about my Hoodie… Dinna fash yesel’- it too has found a new home and I will simply order a larger size due to boobs.
On the subject of the OL Fandom … there’s the matter of trolling I wish to address. (again)
One cannot argue that over all, social media gives people a voice. It allows all of us to communicate our thoughts and feelings on all kinds of things. We can make friends, we can laugh, we can cry, we can share ideas and common interests, we can become more aware of the world in which we live, hell, we can even raise millions of dollars for charity if we want. It’s a platform for good, for the most part and I, for one, stand by it for that reason.
In regard to the OL fandom, a large majority of us are very supportive of the cast and crew, we are polite and respectful to the actors, we are kind, supportive and mindful of each other- regardless of which side of the Fandom Fence you’re on.
But, every now and then someone enters the fandom with the sole purpose of upsetting the applecart.
Prior to this happening, the fandom was in its element. Both Sam and Caitriona were tweeting -despite being up to their necks in a week’s worth of night shoots. Sam especially. He’d been quiet on the tweet machine for so long, we were beginning to think he’d forgotten us. So, to have him ‘be tweeting on the regs’ was a blessing, if I’m perfectly honest.
As I mentioned earlier, Cait had started a body positive movement in a single tweet and Sam… well, he was tweeting whatever he damn well pleased. MPC, NASA, OL related stuff, Birthday shout-outs and the like. Of course, being the environmentally conscious and politically woke fellow that he is, naturally some of his tweets turned to those subjects.
This was when the trolls came out. My god, it was a right stramash it was. Starting with #WeirdoJoe and his aversion to plastic bags and being proud climate change denier to finishing with #TheJillAndBrandi Show and their ignorant, disrespectful and vile tweets about everyone and everything that didn’t involve getting down on one’s knees and sucking Orange Oom-pah Loompa dick. As you can imagine, Sam went in (gracefully and with respect) in the hope to make them see the error in their ways and make them see sense. It didn’t work. In fact, it escalated to such an extent that Sam more or less *Peaced Out* and quit twitter till further notice. (They also attacked Cait’s tweet – which is the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life)
The thing is, these people are not even fans. They’re just doing it for the hell of it. Because they like to cause trouble. Because it satisfies their narcissism and gives them the attention they so desperately crave. We shouldn’t engage them, and neither should the OL cast and crew. It’s a pointless exercise. It’s like yelling into the void or headbutting a lamp post. No matter how many times you try – the result is always going be the same. You’re going to end up frustrated, hurt and angry and left wondering why you even bothered in the first place.
In closing, I’d like to end this blog with a little piece of something wonderful. For those who are not aware – this weekend is The Queens Birthday long weekend. It means, in honour of Her Majesty the Queen, we get an extra day to sleep in and a shorter working week.
This weekend however, Hubby and I were lucky enough to attend the wedding of our friends Jeremy and Prue.
Jeremy is an old high school buddy and has more or less been one of my best mates for close to 25 years.
He met Prue in 2014 and romance blossomed. I knew she was going to be something special when, upon meeting each other- we were both wearing our Dr Who hoodies – and that was pretty much the moment I knew I liked her.
Long story short- they are the cutest nerds anyone’s ever seen, and their wedding was proof of that.
The Bridal Party came complete with Light Sabres, the wedding vows were a combination of various Sci-Fi references, they left the chapel while the theme to Indiana Jones played in the background and, when it came time for the reception – they entered the venue while the theme to Serenity played on the PA.
Everyone was given a R2D2 USB drive as a thank you for attending and the tables were decorated with little Ewoks. Their cake (despite being fake) was decorated with a Tardis and two Jedi.
It was a truly wonderful wedding. The venue was beautiful, the food was really nice, and the staff were exceptional par none and the night ran like clockwork.
Bride and Groom were blissfully happy (And, should you read this, I did so not tear up and cry during your dance … nuh uh… not me. Nope.) and I swear, it was one of the most wonderful weddings I’ve ever been invited to and one I will not forget for a long time.
Thanks for reading,