we have been distracted

Hey guys, I, well we, have been distracted for quite some time.

 

Lot of stuff has gone down family wise but Ive also had a multitude of health issues crop up one after the other... wrecked kneecap and cartilage , lots and lots of physio, inflamed gallbladder, flu (thanks Rob), throat infection just to name a FEW... Mostly Ive just been trying to deal with the symptoms of the gallbladder issue... the nausea was sickening.. ha ha.

 

Anyway , Im here, back and raring to go. Heres the plan over the next few days..

 

1) Overhaul the blog layout

 

2) Post on my tried and tested page

 

3) Restart the 30 Day Trial

 

4) Update the general blogosphere

 

5) GRAPHICS!!! I feel like my approach to graphics is a bit... twee.. so lets get graphical

 

 

ok that's the PLAN..

Tomorrow is my physio day and training for work but FRIDAY is gonna be amazeballs!

FRIDAY I'm going to Sothebys in London for a Banksy Exhibition and then Im going to Soho for the new Gorilla Perfume Shop and THEN I'm going to Camden for the FIRST TIME EVAAAA!

 

exciting shiz no?

 

Ok . so the voices and I agree that I need to get my rear in gear and get this blog on the moooooooooove.

i have been lazy

Sorry guys, ive been exceedingly lazy and unmotivated or last month or so. Shit hit the fan and a lot of things went wrong and then they got better and then they went wrong again...
I haven't finished my 30 day trial like I promised. Seems a bit daft now anyway.


I passed my probation for those of you who didn't know

Id like to promise that Ill keep doing this properly week to week but I literally have zilch effort. My knees been playing up - its been confirmed Ive been walking around on a dislocated cap for about 8 months... Im having physio twice a week, and now my eyesight is playing up... well. eye... its my dodgy squinty eye that no one likes that's always been lazy.

So after everything happened to kinda screw me up emotionally.. now my body is playing catchup physically and losing... My knee is never going to be 100% ever again - YIPPEE and its possible that it may come to surgery.

Lol I feel like a little old lady held together by duct tape and glue.

if its not on eBay.. somethings wrong

I believe I have managed to find a downside to eBay... shocking I know, I can hardly believe it myself.


There are NO B.H.S quilted bedspreads on eBay *sob* .... This is such and old maid request but I don't care... its too warm for my huge ass duvet but too cold for my sheets... I hate this unsure weather shiz that's going down... HURRY UP AND EITHER BE SUNNY AND WARM AND SUMMERY OR JUST BE COLD AND RAIN...

I genuinely despise being uncomfortably warm when I sleep, I'm such a fussy old Bertha I need taking out and shooting.

and ANYHOO faithful readers - I can see that you all have been looking at my tried and tested updates *YAY - Happy dances* ... I can also see that no one has commented *despaired face*

I genuinely need feedback otherwise I don't know how you guys feel about seeing my ugly mug minus makeup in my huge old baggy PJ top ;) . Actually, straight fact, I don't know if you guys are liking my blog either - be it my posts or the tried and tested page(s)

SO COMMMMMMEEEEENT plez .
There will be another post tonight but I plan on eating fud first and possibly baking cinnamon rolls ;) so LATERS!

P.S. no guys, I haven't changed my mind, Prometheus is still a naff Sci-Fi  film and doesn't deserve the title of Science Fiction since there are no ethical scientific practices or even health and safety practices in the film. I stand by my opinion

the HAITUS is ooooover!

Hey guys,

So long story short, I have a old laptop (old is basically anything over 3 years in laptop speak - very rarely do they last much longer than 5 years) and my poor laptop is just about to reach its 5th birthday and is slowly giving up the ghost...

SO im trying to backup everything from here onto my portable hardrive (best gift ever) before it dies. HOWEVER, I am going to persevere and try to carry on updating my blog and my 30day trials. But I may unexpectedly not post - please note I do most of my facebooking, twitter and instagram on my phone and not on here, so ill update those instead!

Anyway update number 2: I have infact been away since my last post - 1 week in very windy and sunny Malta has done me a world of good... my bank balance not so much ;) duty free was too tempting and to be fair at least I wasn't 7kg OVER the baggage weight unlike my bestie .... I somehow bought loads and came back with less =/ still haven't figured that out but I'm not complaining.
But yeh, my skin is in fab condition - sunburn and a sheer tonne of Charity Pot has done wonders for my bod and my face is looking pretty damn fine ;)

Also had a lot of good news since I've come home so hopefully I'll start sleeping again and the Panda look will disappear. Got to spend a lot of time with my big bro - I rely on him a lot even though he lives 300 miles away and I miss him when he's not here. But he's back up north again with all my money and spoiling my niece and nephew. LOL and he's just learnt how to plait my nieces hair - his first attempt wasn't bad, I'm looking forward to seeing the results of French plait attempts! My dad has finally got the all clear about his heart which is amazing and more than I could of dreamed of! That panic is over, thank F**k.

I'm in desperate need of a night out, but being rather skint it'll have to wait but hey-ho.

So there, lots of updates and bits of news for you all to mull over and comment on. Im not updating the trial tonight because I'm feeling lazy and I have all of tomorrow off to sort it out ;p

Love to all and sundry
the Voices and I
xxx

ISSUES!

APOLOGIES GUYS!!
Ive been having problems with my beloved 5 year old laptop and the Wi-Fi. Im pretty certain its giving up on life by slowly choking to death on its own heat and slowly dissolving fan . I am literally hi-jacking my brothers PC to write this post.
So for now I am afraid that my 30 day test is on hold until I can work something out =S . Kinda irritating as I am literally going away next week and you guys wont get to see my fabulous tan ;) when I get back.
BUT I am promising : KNOWLEDGE ABOUT TEA TREE, LAVENDER and MANDARIN OIL too. As well as the odd new product from Lush . 
PLEASE stay tuned as I promise to update as soon as I can - even if I have to secretly continue my late night hijackings and abusing my Orange Phone contract ;) 


Dont forget guys, its Mothers Day and you should all be HONORING your Mums because she will forever be the best woman in your life and you never know whats around the corner. 

there are still good people out there!

I HAVE NOT LOST FAITH IN THE HUMAN RACE!

It has taken me a while to have faith in people I haven't known very long.
I kinda had a rant a while back that basically people sucked.... yada yada yada.

BUT! there is a but here (lol ... butt)

The peeps I work with at Lush Romford are amazing. They really are. Like not only do they know what they're talking about, but they give me the confidence to do my job and talk to customers and they teach me stuff that I seem to just absorb like a sponge.
Not just that but I love the fact that although we have a job to do, we have fun doing it and there has never been even the tiniest inkling of even a hint of a bad thought from any of them.

So LUSHIES IN ROMFORD today is dedicated to you for making me feel like an amazing person day in, day out, looking after me when I had a crap Christmas, teaching me, making me smile and telling me a little bit about yourselves too ;) I feel like one of you and I plan on staying that way.

You have restored my faith in the human race, you have opened my eyes to ethics and values and animal free testing. You have also turned me into an addict (Lush is contagious!) and a convert to solid shampoo, fresh face masks, having a facial routine other than babywipes and meat-free (almost) March.

I'm still gonna eat bacon =D

sometimes you just need to take a bath

Baths are amazing...

Well, sitting in the tub with bubbles and ducks n things is amazing, not the fixture itself. That would be a tad weird.

As many of you know I now work for a rather smashing company called Lush. Its amazeballs and to be quite frank has had quite an effect on me. Working with an awesome team, with products that change your mood in an instant and uplift you to new levels, as well as the ethics and the campaigns they run and take part in..

So - as people keep asking me I'll be straight (and I am not sure if Im allowed to say this so any Lush managers please set me straight on this) - Lush staff are given a 50% discount with the proviso that they take home the products and try them out themselves because lets be honest, people talk about things much better from experience.
I mean, everyone could talk the talk but when you talk about something you have tried and tested, its so much more genuine.

Henceforth, Ill also have a page I'll be calling 'Tried and Tested'. My first feature is basically a 30 day test of 4 different products combined - but for more info you'll have to check it out =]

the smallest things have the biggest impacts

It's true what they say, the smallest things have the biggest impacts in life. I genuinely did not appreciate this fact of life until Mum was gone.

Today is a 'Bad Day'. People ask me how I'm doing and I say ' well I have Good Days and Bad Days.'

A Good Day means that I didn't cry or I only cried once. I got on with the day, I kept busy, I did things, went out and even smiled. A Good Day means that I was able to be 'Me' for a little bit and help everyone else instead of them helping me.

A Bad Day is essentially the opposite. Everything I see will set me off. Most of the day my eyes will hurt from being so swollen, my throat hurts from trying not to cry (like when you clench your jaw shut -  kind of sore). I don't want to get up and do anything, I wont go out, I generally ignore my phone, the house phone and the front door - much to the posties irritation and I will just sit and be miserable.

Today is definitely a Bad Day, but not for my normal reasons. Today, I have a throat infection. I get them pretty frequently and probably should of had my tonsils out years ago, but I sort of manned up and got on with life. But today I genuinely feel like shit, my throat is so swollen I look like a Russian hamster with its cheek pouches full of food and I sound like Minnie Mouse if she was a 40 a day smoker.

Just want to cuddle my mum. I'd go and sit next to her on the floor, right close to her wheel chair and she'd stroke my hair or ear, whichever she could reach - usually sticking her finger IN my ear first (-,-) and she'd stroke my hair while I just closed my eyes or option number 2, id stand behind her and cuddle her whilst she nuzzled my cheek.
Its silly and simple. but that was what we did. I couldn't sit on her lap - Im a bit old for that and I think it would of broken her wheelchair - and hugging her from the side was difficult with the arm rests in the way. But that's how we would hug.
It just inherently made me feel better without doing anything. Even now as Im writing, the memory of it is helping but its not the same is it? Not quite.

Or hows this for unexpected?
Greys Anatomy, the TV series, was a big thing for me and my mum. I started watching the original series and when it came out on DVD I made her watch it and totally got her hooked. We watched every single episode and own every single boxset. Currently season 10 has JUST started (here in the UK), and of course I settles down to watch it.

Couldn't do it. I cant even explain to you what set me off. I wasn't thinking about Mum, I wasn't even thinking about anything related. But just... FLOODS.
So I turned it off after less than 3 minutes and went to bed. Tried again the next day, no problems.
Episode 2 was a big fucking mistake though and I know exactly what did it.
Sorry for spoilers if anyone watches Greys. But in episode 2 of season 10, one of the interns dies in like the first 15 minutes and they show her body on a gurney minus all the tubes, just her covered by a sheet up to her shoulders.
It was almost like in my horrid sick twisted mind that the image of the stupid intern was now my mum, just like Id seen her. Worst FUCKING mistake.

If anyone you love ever passes away in hospital or something, don't EVER go and see them laid out. Please don't, It will scar you for life in ways you don't even know.

I probably need to see some sort of bereavement councillor or something like that cause I don't see my Dad or brother reacting like this, I mean stuff sets them off, but nowhere near as often or as hard as it does to me. I have nightmares and horrid visions like the one above and I don't know what to do. My Doc says its just the stress and its should go over time, but Im on sleeping tablets that don't make me sleep and blood pressure tablets that just make me really dizzy. I still have the nightmares and I still cry at weird stuff. And the stupidest shit of it all is Mum is the one who I would go to, to make it all go away, even at 23 years old she would make me feel better by just being Mum.

Now what do I do? I don't want to put any more pressure on my Dad as he's already stressed to the gills, and everytime I get upset I set him off and I don't want to continually make him feel bad.

Im so confused, literally at loose ends all the time. My frikken rant page has become my morbidity blog.

Yippee, and to think, if any employer ever saw this, theres no way Id ever get a job... not that it seems im going to get one  anyway.

sometimes you just can't put everything into words.

Hello readers.

As some of you may already know, I had some extremely upsetting and distressing news just before Christmas. My mum passed away on Thursday 19th of December.

Its not a very big sentence but it is the hardest one in the world to say right now, it really is. So please forgive me for not necessarily writing or saying the correct things to you all. It is not intentional but as you can expect, my head is all over the place right now.
What I write next is basically what happened and how, I try not to write to detailed and upset you all nor do I try and write too bluntly as though I do not care. Do not mistake the tone of this post either, as it is hard to write but easier than telling people face to face. I can't physically tell anymore people as it breaks my heart a little bit more to upset another human being to that amount.

We had to call an ambulance on Monday as she had a raging urine infection with a very high fever and a chest infection on top of that, she was unresponsive for majority of the time and delirious  and unfocused when we could wake her. Please understand, this developed over the course of a few hours, not days.
The ambulance arrived and took us to the hospital on blues and twos - this scared the life out of me because they had never done this before - and arrived at A and E where she was taken away from me into Resus. Again, this scared me as well as they had never done this either, I have always been allowed to stay with her regardless and she had always been taken into Majors rather than Minors or Resus. After half an hour we were allowed to see her and were told that the infection was indeed serious and had caused her to become tachycardic - meaning her heart was beating too fast and not efficiently pumping oxygen.  They were also worried about her level of dehydration and pumped her full of liquids as well as Paracetamol for her fever and antibiotics (Gentamyacin and Teicoplanin).
Around 11pm I sent my dad home whilst I set up for a long night. At around 2am we eventually found that she was being moved to MAU (medical assessment unit) for overnight observations, before being moved to a proper ward as soon as a bed became available.
When I left shortly before 3am, she woke up extremely confused and frightened and proceeded to cry a lot before I eventually managed to calm her down and get her back to sleep. I went home very upset and tired.
Next day (Tuesday), I went to the hospital after deciding not to go to work (I thank Lush Romford for being very understanding about this), and went to go find Mum. When I eventually managed to relocate the MAU ward (the hospital is a maze), I found Mum very uncomfortable, still confused and delirious with a high temperature. She had also managed to knock out her canula (needle that makes easy access to veins) and her sheets were covered in blood. So I had a rant at the nurses who obviously didn't give a crap. Changed her myself, cleaned her up as well and went home again - I also managed to find her MS Nurse Kate Jackson - to whom we are all eternally grateful for everything she has done - who proceeded to go have a look at mum.
On Wednesday morning she was moved onto a proper ward (Bluebell) where she was finally given more antibiotics. Unfortunately thanks to a stupid design issue, the wards are constantly kept at an uncomfortably warm temperature and the windows are not able to open more than an inch or so. Mum again developed a temperature but this time it hit a new high of 40.2°C and we struggled to keep it down or cool her at all. I constantly kept cleaning her over with babywipes in an attempt to get some liquid to evaporate and cool her, the nurses opened all the windows and doors and we tried to get paracetamol into her as fast as we could. After around 2 hours, a doctor came up who informed me that mums infection markers (not sure if that is the correct phrase) had elevated to a high level so they were going to stick her on a third heavy duty anti biotic - I can not recall this ones name - and up her fluid intake.
And it is horrible to recall this but I remember at the time the thought occurring to me that this might be putting a lot of strain on mums kidneys - repeat infections, increased liquids, antibiotics, etc.
However, when I and my dad left the hospital at around 7pm that evening, she had cooled down a little and was much more lucid and said she felt better in herself. This was the last time I saw my mum alive.
Next morning, she rang home and told my dad that she wanted her wheelchair and dvd player, so he and my brother drove it up to the hospital before work. The nurses were happy to put her into her wheelchair but stipulated that it would be after she had another course of antibiotics. They said goodbye and promised we would all be up later after work. This was the last time they saw her.
Around 11am I was getting ready to leave for work when I received a phonecall from the hospital telling me I needed to get there urgently but they refused to tell me why. Thinking it was probably something serious but do-able, like she needed surgery and we had to sign things off or maybe they were having issues getting veins (mum had notoriously deep veins and they were near impossible to get cannulas into) and needed permission for a different access point, I rang dad and told him what was going on.
When I got to the hospital, he had already gotten onto the ward but again, the nurses were refusing to let him see mum or to talk to him. When I arrived the Sister of the ward took us into her office and said we had to wait for the doctor to arrive.
Again, me and dad were both thinking it was something serious but do-able, we told her to just tell us and get on with it...
And she told us.


I will be perfectly honest and say that I did not handle it well and went into shock. I howled and screamed and shouted. My dad cried. I have never seen my dad cry like that and I NEVER want to again. Even Sister cried.

After Mum had had her antibiotics, they had begun to hoist her into her chair but Sister had looked at Mum and said that she didn't look right, so they would put her back on the bed and try again. As they started to lower her down, she went limp. From what Sister has told me, she essentially went into cardiac arrest (heart stopped) and they could not get her back again.

I did not want to see her, because in my mind if I saw her, then it was true and I would have to accept it. But I did and she was on this bed in another room on her own. And its true what they say, she did look like she was asleep. She was my mum and she would wake up, this was all just a horrible joke. I mean, she was warm and asleep and just delirious like before.
But she wasn't and she didn't wake up no matter how I begged and cried or how tightly my dad held her hand.

And then we had to leave... we had to tell my brother who was still at work.


We spent the next 2 days having to inform the rest of our family and friends and going through the same damn conversation over and over. No matter how many times you have it, saying those horrid, evil words each time will still stick in your throat and make you cry and then they make the other person cry and you feel even worse for not only going through the whole entire malevolent situation but having to tell that other person and put them through exactly the same thing.

I felt strung out beyond any kind of pain before. I had had to tell my older brother over the phone and NO situation on this earth is worse than telling someone that sort of news without being able to hold them or them to hold you.
Neither me, my dad or my brother slept that night, nor did my nan or my uncle who came to help us. The next couple of days were just as bad. My dad and I were having issues eating, neither of us wanted to and whatever we did eat just wasn't right and made us feel sick. My brother had to force us and remind us to, especially my dad who is also diabetic.

The strange thing is, and many may disagree because I think this is probably a personal thing rather than the norm, going to the funeral directors was slightly, just ever-so-slightly relieving. Like things were being done, but not that we had to do them as such. Not sure if that makes sense to anyone or not, but that's what I felt.

Christmas was 6 days after... and it wasn't great. We had dinner and presents but it wasn't the same. On ANY level, she wasn't there orchestrating everything, causing havoc and winding Dad up. We were miserable. We are miserable.

5 days after Christmas was my 23rd birthday and that was bad. I didn't sleep the night before at all. I just cried. Literally the entire night. It didn't matter what I did, she was in my head, all I could think of, things I missed, things she'd say. Most importantly, cuddles. I wanted a cuddle. That was the one thing I wanted more than anything from her. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, he is the best man in my life and always will be, but I still want her too.

It is now January the 1st, it has been 13 days since my Mum passed away and I think I still do not accept it, I don't know. I'm still confused about it, I don't understand it, I keep thinking that she is going to be downstairs when I get up, asking for coffee because the carers 'make shit coffee' and to get me to let the dogs out. Nothing makes sense in my head. I don't sleep and I look like a panda with huge bruises under my eyes.

So now some of you know a little of what is going on in my head. Emotionally, I have nothing. Mentally, I am a mess.

If you want to attend her funeral, please do so. It is at Forest Park Crematorium in Hainault on Friday 10th January at 2:15pm.
Im sorry if what I have written has upset you at all. But this is what happened, and how we are doing. Some days are better than others but its hard and to be blunt, sympathies and condolences mean diddly shit to me. I want my mum.