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.

 

Ceej.

 

Self Preservation – Isolation Blog 7 : An Update on All The Things and Happy Outlanderversary Too Me!

Today marks 3 years since I discovered the Outlander fandom… and Oh! What a journey its been.

 

Not being on Twitter at the moment (and I’ll be discussing that in this blog as well) I don’t really have an outlet to help me celebrate this milestone – so this blog will have to do.

 

First, let me begin by saying that, overall, my experience in the Outlander fandom has been nothing short of amazing. It’s been a positive place where ideas are shared, stories are written and honest, open discourse takes place on a regular basis. We can laugh together, cry together, scream and shout together and embrace fangirling in all its facets without facing much in the way of criticism from the outside world.

 

For the people who I have met, befriended and who have let me be silly and fan right there with them – I think you from the bottom of my heart. You have made the last 3 years of my life some of the best and, should I ever get the chance to meet you in person…. Well, let’s just say you will get the biggest hug you’ve ever received in your entire life!

 

That said, these very same folk have been there for me when the shit has hit the fan. When the fandom is buried under mountains of hypocrisy, of bullshit, of shady lanes, of he said-she said-they said, of subtweets, of infighting, gaslighting and name calling. The countless number of hissy- fits and the “Oh! Everyone! Look at me! I’m deleting 11ty hundred Outlander photos off my phone! Oh! It’s sooooooo freeing! Look at me everyone! Aren’t you proud?” bullshit artists.

 

They’ve been there when I’ve ranted and raved and carried on like a two-bob watch. When I’ve lost the plot and ended up in tears of stress and frustration and had to call it a day. When my happy place is naught more than a half assed attempt at a lean to and it’s about to come crashing down around my ears -They’ve not gone anywhere and for that I am eternally grateful. It’s because of these folks I won’t leave this fandom. I love show. I love the cast and crew and I love the world Diana Gabaldon has created but my fandom friends mean the world to me and I wouldn’t swap them for all the red headed Scotsman in the Highlands!

 

So, here’s to another year of shenanigans – once I get back to Twitter that is.

 

Speaking of which, it’s been 6 days since I decided I needed a twitter break. I have to say, unlike previous years (or times) when I’ve done this – this one is proving strangely difficult… and I’m struggling to come up with as to why.

 

I began by deleting the app from both my phone and my desktop. (I haven’t worried about my iPad as I don’t use it that much anyway) and I thought I’d be fine. I have a lot to focus on. With working from home and trying to keep the “New Normal” routine I am constantly finding something to do. But, at the same time … I feel lonely. Not having the app there left me feeling cut off from the rest of the fandom. I mean, sure, Facebook has its moments – if you’re willing to overlook the sheer lunacy of it all – but it’s nothing like Twitter. Not even Tumblr – for all its meme type glory – is like twitter. So, yesterday … I caved and reinstalled the app on my phone.

 

I haven’t logged in. This much is true at least…. But I feel better seeing it there on my phone. It doesn’t matter as much on my desktop as I don’t tweet much from there as a rule… but there it is. It’s official, I think. I am suffering separation anxiety from an app. Of all the things that I should be considering important in my life right now – not seeing an app on my phone rates as one of my highest.

I may delete the app again as the month goes on. We’ll see. But man, to be so dependent on an app … When did I become that guy? 2020 what have you done?

 

In other news, I’ve had my first appointment with a Nero-Chiropractor.  It was all a series of tests involving my balance and hand/eye coordination. We discussed my various medical conditions at length, and he asked me a series of questions relating to my sleeping patterns and my diet, what other methods I’d tried in the past relating to pain relief and so forth. My appointment went for 2 whole hours and cost and arm and a leg but I’m hopeful it’ll be worth it in the end. He wanted me to invest in a small handheld, vibrating massage device to help with the stimulation of my nerve centres. I managed to find one online at The Shaver Shop for about $16.00 (I tried the apps first and discovered they were shit and did nothing) so I ordered that last night after work.

 

It’s a long weekend this weekend here in Victoria and apart from writing this blog and a few letters… my goal is to do nothing but relax

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej

Self- Preservation Isolation blog 6 – Working from Home, Having a Routine and Taking a Break

Let me cut right to the chase. From tomorrow (more specifically after 10am Monday June 1st) I’m taking a twitter break.

 

Don’t worry, I’m not doing what I did last time and deleting my account … I’m simply going to be deleting the App from my phone for a bit.

 

One of the things I’ve learnt over recent weeks is this: Twitter takes up waaaaaaay too much of my time. I’m on it almost constantly during my waking hours and I can’t seem to leave it alone.

It’s affecting me mentally and it’s making me sad. There’s so much drama going on right now that I just don’t want to look at it anymore.

Not only that, its cutting into the time I should be spending with my Hubby. Whenever we watch TV, I always have my phone with me – so, I’m constantly checking tweets – when I should be focusing on what we’re watching.

 

So, I’m taking a break. Till the end of June anyway. It’ll give me time to refocus on what’s important to me. My mental health and my physical health.

 

Not gonna lie. The Iso-weight I’ve gained since March is starting to cause problems. My balance is being affected, my back, shoulders and knees hurt, my blood-pressure has skyrocketed (I am now taking a course of Blood Pressure meds to help bring it down and seeing my Dr on a weekly basis to get it tested) and the fact I’m spending most of my time on twitter rather than exercising – says a lot.

 

Sure, I still go to PT every week (and I don’t take my phone with me so there’s that) but that was it. When I wasn’t asleep – I was on Twitter. So, it’s got to stop. Starting tomorrow – after the Virtual MPC Gala.

 

Tomorrow at 6am MPC is going live for the 2020 MPC Peaker Gala. Normally, it’s an event held in Scotland. Peaker’s from all over the world go there for a weekend of workouts, a hike and a Gala dinner. This year’s one was postponed due to Covid-19 so they’ve made a virtual one for everyone (Peaker or not) to take part in.  (Note: I mean 6am AEST. It’s like 9pm or something in Scotland so there’s no need to panic. HAHA)

 

This week sees my 3rd week working from home. I’m on 10-6pm. I have to say … I’m not in the slightest bit fussed by this – because I’m working from home. I don’t have to struggle with anything and I’m not sitting down for dinner at 8:30pm. I can still have dinner at a reasonable hour, and everything is just chill. I have no stress. No worries and no noise. We’ve got working from home directives till the end of June (Vic’s state of emergency has been extended to the 21st June) and I can’t begin to tell you how happy that makes me. To be able to have a routine again is brilliant.

 

This blog is a short one. Hopefully during my twitter break I can spend more time on this and turn it into something worth while

 

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej

 

 

Isolation -Preservation Blog 4. The Time I Stopped a Nose-bleed With a Sanitary Napkin at 3am

Now that I have your undivided attention ….

 

Let’s crack on.

 

 

Welcome to blog … 4… I think…. Of this Self Preservation- Isolation series.

 

I don’t really have much to say at this point, no real point to make but I just thought it’d be nice to give you an idea of what my life has been like the last 2 months.

 

I’ll do it in a series of dot points because honestly? I cannot be arsed typing 6 pages of shit just to make a blog interesting.

 

So, without further ado, I give you

 

My Life in dot points

 

  • Because I’ve spent a large majority of this time by myself, I have become acutely aware at how bad my farts are. Every morning I open the back door in order to air the house out. I used to think I did It because the house was stuffy. Iso-life has shown me the error of my ways and I now understand it was a subconscious effort on my part to prevent self- inflicted suffocation by bum stink.

 

 

  • Sharing drinking stories with my Mother-In-Law is now a thing and I’m OK with that.

 

  • I’ve talked to my Cats more in these last 8 weeks than I’ve done in my life and you know what? They still fucking ignore me… How rude is that?

 

  • I’ve gained over 6kgs. (13lbs) The goal was to lose weight – not gain it. But I did and here we are. Now, it’s not entirely the fault of Cadbury’s Marble Chocolate or the Yumi’s Humus and crackers or the packets of 2-minute noodles with everything or… or… the several litres of box wine I have consumed during this time but… they may have played some small part in my downward spiral into comfort eating and I’m just gonna own that shit and wear it. Have I been exercising? Yes, Of course. But nowhere near enough to justify the shit diet I have become accustomed to of late.

 

  • NGL I miss people man. Not you, of course, because that’d be weird… but you know… The people I work with (Huh, never thought I’d say that) my Family (Always knew I would say that) and just … folks in general.

 

  • OUTLANDER SEASON 5 WILL BE FINISHED BY THE TIME I AM SUPPOSED TO GO BACK TO WORK!!! SOMEONE TELL ME HOW I AM SUPPOSED TO COPE WITH THE FACT THAT THERE WILL HAVE BEEN 12 EPISODES OF A SEASON DONE AND DUSTED AND WE ARE FACING A DROUGHTLANDER OF ALMOST 2 YEARS!! I AM NOT OK PEOPLE!! I AM NOT FUCKING OK!! * INSERT ALL OF MY CRIES HERE*

 

  • Catching up with/ and or revisiting other shows to watch is nice though. So, there’s that.

 

  • I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve worn a bra. And it was all in the space of one week. At this point I promise you I can use my tits as a hair tie and ..I’m strangely OK with that.

 

 

 

I think that’s about it really. Like I said, I didn’t really have much to say – just this.

 

Thanks for reading

Ceej

 

Oh, and PS: I really did stop a nosebleed with a sanitary napkin! #Winning

 

 

 

 

 

Isolation and Self Preservation Edition: #2 Goodbye to a Goodie and Other Stuff

So, now what?

 

That’s the question.

 

At the time of writing, I feel numb. Like I’ve lost everything that’s dear to me without so much as a by your leave.

 

First, let me start with the thing that hurts the most.  The death of Tim-Brooke-Taylor. I was a huge fan of The Goodies as a kid (wasn’t everyone?) as well as Banana Man and to wake to the news of his passing due to Covid-19 … has left a gaping hole in my chest.  He was a major part of my childhood and this morning it’s fair to say part of me has died, right along with him.

 

I don’t think things will ever be the same if I’m honest. Heck let’s face it, Covid-19 has changed the world as we know it. For better or for worse remains to be seen ( although, right now as the world grapples with an enemy we cannot see, it definitely seems for the worse at the moment and I realise that) and time will tell which way the pendulum swings and how we, as a race of peoples come out the other side.

 

Don’t get me wrong, there has been some good that has come out if this. Little slivers of hope that give us hope that everything will be OK

 

For example,

 

  • People are finding new ways to keep themselves entertained. Things such as:
  • Getting dressed up in costume to put your bin out
  • Playing music from their balcony
  • Virtual concerts of all types for people to watch online
  • Talking to their family via Skype/ Zoom/ Face-time
  • Drive by birthday parties / celebrations

 

The list goes on. People are reaching out to their elderly neighbours – dropping off essentials like bread and milk and other things they find difficult to get. Meals are being made and left on people’s doorsteps and every Doctor/ Nurse/ Allied Health professional is getting applauded for a job well done. For being the heroes of the hour, for saving peoples lives. What they do every day is hard. Very hard. I know a lot of folk who are on the front line and I admire every single one of them.

Same can be said for those who are still operational in the retail sector. I take my hat off to each and every one of you. Our Police, our Fire and our Ambo’s – well done and thank you. All of you.

 

 

That said, this Global Pandemic (I have come to loathe those words so much) has shown that it doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t choose who it takes next. It doesn’t matter whether you’re rich or poor, old or young, fit as a fiddle or already have underlying medical conditions. It doesn’t care if you’re male or female, a white collar or blue-collar worker, a believer in God or not. Nor does it care about your skin colour, your race, your religion and or political beliefs. Whether you’re tall or short, fat or skinny, whether you’re LGTBQIA or anything in between… and that is the scariest thing about this entire situation. We’re all potential carriers. All potential victims.

 

We’re flattening the curve though. We’re doing all the right things. (well, MOST of us are. There are still those out there who choose to remain ignorant to the ENTIRE situation and are convinced that whatever *Privilege Blanket* they have wrapped themselves in will protect them and they will remain unscathed. That by ignoring all GO HOME orders issued by their Government is a perfectly acceptable way to behave. That by using Covid-19 as an excuse to extended that long awaited vacation or having friends over or hanging around in groups at the park or still going to the beach is all A-OK… Here’s the thing though, it isn’t. Not by a long shot. But that’s another Blog for another day. I’m just trying to focus on the positives here.) To those doing the right thing, I say THANK YOU! Thank you for staying home. For doing your part. We can get through this together.

 

I’m watching from home as my friends discover they can bake, paint, cook, sew, build things, draw, sketch, write, sing, play a musical instrument, do DIY, become green thumbs, make conserves – all sorts of things – we spend our days inside keeping ourselves and those we love safe and whether you realise it or not … You’re actually giving me reasons to smile. Which means more than you could possibly imagine.

 

Victoria’s stage 3 lock down will continue till at least May 11th.  What that means for me personally (I’m on Long Service leave till May 1st) I have no idea. What that means for the state, I also have no idea.

 

This is just a day by day situation.

 

Speaking of which… Does anyone know what day it is anymore?

 

Ceej

 

The Preservation -Isolation edition!

Welcome to a special addition of my blog.

 

The Preservation -Isolation edition!

 

With the exception of going to regular Allied Health appointments (I.E my Chiropractor, Remedial massage /MYO and PT) I’ve not left my house since March 17th

 

This is due to a combination of rec leave, sick leave and long service leave. At this stage, I’m not due back at work till May 1st.

 

That said, that could change, and I could continue to be on extended leave or be set up to work from home. At this stage though it’s hard to tell what will pan out – so I’ll have to wait and see.

 

It’s not all bad though. I have been keeping busy.  Keeping to a routine as much as possible. I exercise daily so I keep fit. That said, lately things have started to get to me and to be frank – I feel utterly miserable.

 

I know I am not the only one who feels like this. Currently, everyone around the world is sensing / feeling a sense of despair due to Covid-19.

 

Whether you work in an essential industry or not – this thing has knocked the world flat on its ass.

 

The world- wide effect of this virus is absolutely mind boggling! I’m struggling to get my head around it.

 

On March 9th (so yes, when Covid-19 started to become a REAL issue here in Australia) I flew across to Brisbane to stay with my Bestie for a week for her Birthday. While, yes, we spent a majority of my time there indoors – we also had days where we went out. We went to Café’s to Pubs to The Cinema (Just before they closed. We saw Bloodshot in Gold Class. It was great!) and to a Restaurant for meals. Granted, there were not many people about at the time – Social distancing was in place, of course- but still we went out.  We had fun and enjoyed ourselves.

 

I flew home March 17th.

 

The day after that Qantas and Virgin airlines pulled the pin on over 60% of their flights for both international and Domestic flights

 

At time of writing – Australia’s International borders are closed to anyone other than Aussies coming home from overseas. State borders are either closed or have strict regulations as to who can come into the state and who can leave. Some even have permits.

 

In my state, the state of Victoria, it appears we are days away from heading into stage 4 lockdown. What that means – we are yet to be told. I have no doubt in my mind though, we will know what that means for us very shortly.

I am not a fan of politics at the best of times. In fact, I have no interest in it whatsoever. As a rule, I am of the belief that those in Government are only in it for themselves and their rich mates.

 

That is, until now.

 

I don’t know who needs to hear this but … I think we can all agree that at this point in time, the Victorian State Premier, Daniel Andrews, is an absolute legend.

 

In January, during one of the worst Bushfire seasons Australia has ever seen – He was the first person to spring into action in the effort to save people’s lives and keep his state safe. He organised the Australian ADF to assist with the rescue effort of those in affected areas around Victoria – While our PM floundered like a fish out of water the entire time.

 

And now, during Covid -19, he was the first Premier to make the decision to commence lock down procedures before any other state and was willing make Victoria go it alone with those procedures if need be.

 

He has been clear and concise with explaining what needs to be done. He has made it clear that he is not here to play and that is awesome.

 

Naturally, of course, there are those who don’t like this and won’t do what they’ve been asked. And why? Because the rules shouldn’t apply to them!

They can do whatever they damn well please!  14-day Quarantine?  Self- Isolation? What’s that?

 

*Sigh* …

 

To those people I say this. YOU are the reason we’re staring down the barrel of stage 4 restrictions. You are the reason that Covid-19 continues to spread and we’re struggling to flatten the curve!

So, do us all a favour – TAKE YOUR $1600 on the spot fine and SIT YOUR ASS DOWN INSIDE! OK?!

 

It’s tough and it sucks. But there it is.

 

 

Moving on …..

 

Why are folks so shitty at high profile types telling folks to be safe and stay at home?

 

Is it because you think that they’re in Isolation in a big ass fancy house that they’re not affected by this?

You think because they’re rich- they’re untouchable?

 

Oh. OK Sure.

 

So, Tom Hanks (and his wife) Pink, Idris Elba, Rita Wilson, the Wife of Canadian PM Justin Trudeau, Prince Charles and British PM Boris Johnson – all high-profile people… They all had (or in Boris’s case – in intensive care with) Covid- 19 … so that shoots your theory in the foot, doesn’t it?

 

They’re normal. Just like us. They’re not immune. No amount of money, fancy cars or big houses can protect them from this!

The only hope they’ve got is to self-isolate like the rest of us and stay inside! And, if by telling folks to stay inside – is the only thing they can do right now – then let them! It’s not like they’re out doing their normal job of making movies or TV or music, is it? They can’t!  There’re no high-profile social events. No red carpet. No bright lights or cameras.

 

Just them. At home inside. Just like the rest of us. They’re us. You and me. Hoping to god they don’t catch this bastard of a thing and end up in hospital or worse …. Dead.

 

So, cut them some slack OK. Now is not the time to be an asshole to another human being. Even if said high profile individual is self- isolating somewhere that isn’t their normal place of residence – don’t be angry. Be glad they are somewhere safe!

 

I’d love to say, “Go home 2020 – You’re drunk!” But that’s not the case.  It’s the annoying Uncle that refuses to leave and prefers to overstay their welcome.

 

And, sadly, we’re stuck with it until further notice because no one else will take him.

 

Fuck this,

 

It sucks.

 

Ceej

 

 

 

 

This Blog Should Have Another Title But….

Would it be alright if I labelled todays blog “The Day Sam Heughan Killed the Internet?” because honestly, that’s exactly what he’s done. Unashamedly and without a single ounce of permission.

 

If you’re new here (Hi!) and have no Idea what I’m talking about – then go and look at my twitter feed or go here:

 

https://noblemanmagazine.com/product/issue-no-12sam-rockwell-sam-heughan/

 

 

It’s OK. I’ll wait. I’ll give you time to catch your breath.

 

Not going to lie. This is, hands down, the most incredible photoshoot he’s ever done. The guys that did this for Nobleman Mag did an exquisite job and it left a certain fandom in a puddle on the floor. My only hope is that they don’t run out of copies. I can’t afford one right now and I really want one. (Can you wait at least two weeks? Please?)

 

Right. Now to other news.

 

I think I’ve mentioned more than once that I am a human science experiment. And now is a good time to give you all an update on that.

 

 

For those playing at home things are actually getting better. Slowly. There was a time where I seriously began to wonder if everything, I was doing was actually going to get me anywhere. For the longest time It always felt for every step forward – there were 19 steps backwards.

That was until towards the end of last year. At the time I was seeing an Osteopath, a neurologist, a physiotherapist and a dental surgeon. There was a lot going on.  I was (and still am) working 3 days a week (part time) and not being able to make as much money as I used to – it was straining the hip pocket, so something had to be done.

At the time, my Aunt was visiting from Perth, Western Australia. She was staying with my Father for a period of 7 weeks – while they went on an over seas trip together.

 

Upon their return, my Aunts sciatica was playing up and, after some searching-  found a chiropractor just down the road from my Father’s house – so, she went to try them out. After two sessions her sciatica was all but gone.

Suffice to say, I was convinced enough. After all, I had thrown everything else at Me and it wasn’t really getting anywhere.

 

My first session left me able to move in ways I hadn’t been able to since March 2016.

 

(Interesting observation: They also claimed my jaw pulled to the right. Much like my Osteopath said it did. Most people comment and say the right-hand side of my face appears slightly droopy and my jaw pulls that way. The only person who says it doesn’t – is my Dental Surgeon. Go figure)

 

So, as a result I’ve been able to drop the Osteopath and the Neurologist. I’ve stopped taking meds (I was on Lyrica 150mg x 2 a day) and apart from a fluid retention tablet (for other reasons) I’m off all other medications moving forward.

 

I’ve been seeing these guys for a few months now and things are genuinely improving. (if you live local you can check them out here  http://www.knoxchiropractic.com.au/ ) They’ve worked wonders for me I can’t speak highly enough of them.

 

As well as this, I have a new Physiotherapist. She’s really nice. A former Olympic Swimmer.  She’s taken over from my previous PT who left Active EP just before Christmas last year. Her focus with me is core and strength. This is going really well. (Between this and MPC – I’m gaining more of my mobility and strength back every single day. I’ve written blogs about MPC before. Just scroll through my entries and see for yourself)

 

So yes, things are finally getting somewhere. I still have to find a way to shift my jaw back into its correct positioning – but something is bound to happen soon.

 

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej.

 

PS These links are not in any way a promo. Simply wanted to add them here to show you what I was talking about ^_^

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So, I didn’t write anything today ….

Have you ever struggled to write anything?

 

Have you ever found yourself sitting for hours in front of your computer screen completely stumped how to start something?

 

Take this blog for example. I have struggled since I woke up this morning to write anything even remotely decent.

 

In fact, I have done everything but write anything remotely decent.

 

For example:

 

  • I made a half ass attempt at a hearty breakfast … and failed for two reasons.
  • There was a massive long hair in it that belonged to neither my Husband or myself or my cats that was equal parts disgusting and terrifying.
  • I started Aunty Flow and she makes me hate everything and everyone and every-what and every-who and every-fucking-wotsit anyway and well, guess what? I just had to hate on my muesli, didn’t I? Of course, I did! Did I eat it? No! Why? Because! That’s why!

 

 

  • I was the dumbass with the log in situation.

 

So, this year MPC gave their website a glow up and it turned out you had to re-create your profile to log in. It took me two hours to work this out! TWO GODDAM HOURS?! Why am I so dumb? Why? It was so obvious after I finished it all. I wasted two hours of my life being a git! Ugh!

 

  • I got lost inside the Twittersphere…

 

 

Yeah, you know, you be known it. I see you. I see you nodding your head and trying NOT to give me THAT look.  Twitter. The one place you love to hate and hate to love. It’s where your obsession can either grow and flourish like a garden and be green and lush and full life, love and promise … or it can set its own ass on fire after lighting one fart to many and turning into a dumpster fire of epic proportions.

Today was reasonable.

 

I read some fic and both of them tore my guts out. (Much love too you both my wonderful fic goddesses. You know who you are x)

I rolled my eyes at a troll. Even after a gazillionty blocks and being shouted at by everyone in the fandom for being a prize-winning dick – they still found it necessary to extort money from people by means to their own ends and that’s a truly shitty thing to do

I read an interview which was bullshit.

I got bowled over by a sea of dark velvet hues. That blended in beautifully with the rich red carpet at an event in LA (I think)

 

WhatsApp kept me entertained

 

I love my girls in my group chat. Truly I do! They make me laugh with their silliness and carry on and I hope one day to meet them all.  (Yes, I am working on a passport!) I must admit I am worried though. I wonder what they’ll think of me. The wonky, backwards, broken Aussie – who can’t go anywhere without her trusty pink walking cane Edna. I hope they won’t be disappointed.

 

  • Watched Season 1 of Fleabag

 

After taking ages to work out how to get Amazon Prime to work on our smart TV – Hubby and I finally sat down and watched Se1 of Fleabag. While I had seen Se1 before, Hubby had not. So, we did that. Enjoyed it muchly. We’re about to start Se 2 soon. So, yay that.

 

 

  • Spent money on the Office Works online store.

 

When work gives you a $100 gift card – you spend it. And I did. On everything I’m going to need for the first few months of MPC 2020. It’s all going to get delivered on Tuesday 4th Feb.

 

Looked up flights to Brisbane to visit my Bestie in March

 

Flights are expensive fuckers. That is all.

 

 

And there you have it. Why I have written absolutely nothing of consequence all day. Nothing decent.

Christ, I still need to write a short story on a bizarre piece of furniture I’ve called Norm.

 

Might leave that till Tuesday, I think.

 

Ceej