Tuesday, 16 December 2014

The two main men in my life !

Roofus!

Woodrow !
 
I somehow managed to land these two boisterous, crazy, loveable brothers in my life , two and half years ago .
 
They have caused me grief,  bankruptcy , endless amounts of furniture, plant life, my mortgage papers , computers , socks , shoes and Bra's.
 
Our strolls together are bliss, as long as we don't come across another dog, human, or some form of wildlife.
 
They are both joined at the hip, best buddy's!! 
But they can fight so hard core they scar each other , or play so hard together they both vomit. (Of course, usually on my rug!)
 
If you ever come to my front door, please expect them to bark like vicious wolf dogs.
That bark can drive anyone insane .
Be afraid, be very afraid.
 
However, If I let you in, please expect them to jump on you, lick you to death and leave a severe amount of slobber on your clothes.
 
The thing that makes me love them so much is all of the above!!!
 
They do all these things for a reason, and that reason is me!
 
They eat all my stuff because they are bored, I've left them all day to go to work and got home so tired I couldn't take them for their walk.
 
They get anxious around other dogs and kids because they can feel my fears and distrust .
They fight over my attention.
 
They play so hard because they know it makes me laugh .
 
They bark ferociously to let me know there is a stranger there, they do this to protect me.
 
They will jump, lick , and slobber on you, because clearly , you are cool if I let you into my home and they are happy to meet you.
 
They give the best cuddles ever...
 
No one else could ever be this bat shit crazy for me!
 
Love you Woody and Roofy
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Believe in your body !

In January of this year , I was diagnosed with 2 different autoimmune diseases, it's now progressed to four.  I have Primary Biliary Cirrhosis , Scleroderma, Mixed Connective Tissue Disease and Hashimoto's.

I cant be bothered going into what each of them are, so if your interested in knowing... Google it!

All pretty much invisible diseases, all incurable, all auto immune.. So before all the people I know in real life start bantering about " well u should stop drinking" rant.. please know that this disease had nothing to do to with my former party girl self.  It didn't start it, It didn't help it, but its not the cause...

I do not have alcohol induced cirrhosis, in fact , I don't even have cirrhosis.

Basically, my own body hates my stinking guts and wants to kill me!

I used to be a hairdresser, and was diagnosed with Carpel Tunnel that was operated on at least ten years ago. These were my first symptoms. Pins and needles in the hands , complete numbness in arms , shoulders and fingers.. Particularly in the middle of the night. It got so bad it woke me up and kept me up for hours.

I was assured that after the surgery , I'd be feeling a whole lot better.. And I sort of did... In the hand that was operated on.

But I still felt weirdness, swelling and pain in my left hand.. along with a lot of fatigue. I was again assured it would correct itself in time, once I stopped compensating for the damage done to the right hand.

A year later, I'm still feeling fatigued and numbness in my left had.. I go to my GP.. he tells me I need a massage and a holiday, and its time to quit hairdressing. I take his advice and move into disability work, use that massage voucher  and take a great holiday.

3 years on,I'm still whingeing... My GP orders yet another nerve conduction test and a Liver Function Test . .. It comes back clear of Carpal Tunnel. My Liver Function was unusually high, he asks me how much I was drinking.. I told him the truth... I binge drink mainly, but can drink up to 4 nights a week. One night a week on the binge.. He wasn't concerned.  So get this.... he tells me to "Get a boyfriend".. " All you need is a man in your life !!!"

I literally told him to get fucked... and move on believing my symptoms must be all in my head. At this stage the fatigue was so much stronger and  was starting to take over .

Another 3 years rolls by, I'm crying in his office , telling him I'm just to tired .. I'm just to sore , I'm getting very depressed because I cant function normally.  He sends me for more LFT, and another nerve conduction test. I hear nothing from him... nor from the specialist that preformed the nerve conduction test. He tells me to go get hand therapy, orders different bloods and says see you in 6 months.. LFT'S are much higher, but no need for concern.

3 months later I get diagnosed with my 2n'd bout of pneumonia.. I go to this random  doctor that bulk bills knowing I just need rest and antibiotics... (my regular GP charged me 90 bucks for that ) .

This lady was more concerned about me having pneumonia for the 2nd time in 1 year, she asked for permission to gather all my medical info...

Thank god she did.. Turned out I was a very sick girl... and without the treatment I'm getting now, I would not of had a good prognosis. I actually dread the thought of what could of been .

My prognosis is now a hell of a lot better than 11 months ago.. Already! Its still not the best situation ever, but.... One cannot complain!  

Yes, my disease is not curable, its progressive .. but thanks to amazing care from my specialists and new GP, I am feeling great again.  I could not be more thankful to them.

My point of writing this blog is to warn everyone... LISTEN TO YOUR BODY !!!

A doctor can't feel what you feel, so if his/her diagnosis  (of getting a boyfriend) doesn't feel right, seek a second opinion.. or a third, fourth or fifth opinion if u must. Make your doctor listen to you.

Believe in your body.. It knows you better than anyone!!!!

Saturday, 6 December 2014

Listen Like Theives,

Michael Hutchence at his finest . He just oozes sex in this clip.

So how does one blog anyway ???

Hi,

My name is Cindy and I'm a blog-a-holic.

Well , not in the format of writing blogs, but I cant get enough of reading them .

I have found myself struggling, sincerely to write my first post. For many different reasons.

First and foremost... I am not a writer.  I have terrible grammar, spelling and punctuation. So please forgive me.

Second of all, I don't know where to start.
I could start with my life story, or my" poor me story". I could start it with my passions , loves, hates , what I ate for dinner, how many times I farted today or my aim to raise awareness in rare chronic illnesses and get people talking. 

But fuck that!

Thirdly, as you may have noticed, I do swear a lot . This can be offensive to some, so if it is offensive to you, I suggest you stop reading now and never turn back !

I also have Keyboard where the "b" does not work properly... This is not only a concern to me, but just plain fucked up and takes to much of my time up proof reading.

Fourthly (is that even a word???)  : I have no idea how to use this thing.  How will one find my log to hear my endless cussing, rants and bullshit??  How does one add links and pretty pictures and all that Jazz... Help a girl out.

How the fuck do I blog????