I have to tell you I always write this in word and then, cut and paste. I think by now anyone who reads my blog have seen I have made some rather daft mistakes on here. If anyone has read my books about WW2 they will realise I haven't had much education. I always use the excuse for the first book if anyone points a mistake out. 'It's the child who has written it, so it's her fault as I go into her head when I write.' Still don't know where to put comma's and full stop.' Life has been my Tutor! Anyway, if I repeat myself just flick past it, as I did start to write this some weeks ago.
Finally had my eye lasered and can now see. It's so great, it was a minor procedure but a little miracle for me. It makes me appreciate just how hard it must be for people who are short sighted. Also for the wonderful steps that have been taken in the medical world.
I wish I was a millionaire I know there are so many children in other parts of the world hat this minor op would change their life.
Most of you lovely people who read my blog, will already know of my saga with steroids. Seventeen months to get off them!!
Well I'm still struggling with the after effects. For a couple of weeks I felt very down, and couldn't write. I started to write the piece below, but gave up as I thought it was boring, but since then I thought sometimes it's good to let people know that your life is the same as theirs and is anything but perfect.
Anyway here is what I wrote.
Well if anyone is there after my being off for over two months. All I can say is sorry and to try explain. Have to grumble a bit first.
April started fine, I went off the steroids finally, I was off two weeks and started to get aches and pains. Woke up around the 15th night and both my arms which had started hurting. The left one was agonising, and my right wasn't good, ‘If I was to be asked how is the pain from one to ten? I would have said ten.’ Having been asked that a few times in my life I have never said ten, the most was seven or eight, and one was when I passed a kidney stone. 'Nasty!' The other was when I was rushed in with a suspected brain haemorrhage. Luckily it was what they called cluster headaches. This time I could have chopped my arm off!
Saw Doc on morning and he sent for appointments to see rheumatologist and for some sort of electric tests. I had to wait two weeks before I could have them. Anyway I have carpel tunnel syndrome in both wrists, and waiting for an op on them. Rheumatologist appointment was 31st of May they cancelled a couple of days before, still waiting! So as you can imagine not too easy to use the comp.
Doc told me one steroid a day was just a placebo, so believing him I stayed off them. The first few weeks of April were fine until I had the problems that I have already complained about. I enjoyed watching the Queens official birthday etc. The twenty third of April was busy, I looked forward to going out to the Italian restraunt for my friends hen night. The food, and company were great, and I managed to lift two large glasses of wine with my poorly wrist. I didn't manage the pubs after leaving the Italian. 'Realised I'm far to old for a pub crawl, also the wine had gone to my head!' Then Saturday the thirtieth went to her to her wedding night do.
It was also my birthday two days after, the second of May, as it was a special one and a bank holiday, I decided to have an at home after two get together.
There was another hitch here!! I started having trouble with my computer. So this is what I wrote when I tried to write to you all again.
To make it more awkward, I can’t pull up my Blog to write on it, so don’t know when I will be able to send it. I know it’s a fault I have to get sorted. I have tried every which way, managed to pull up FB, but can’t get Weebly my blog provider on Wi Fi. I am a techno phobic, and wondered, 'If I fling this across the room would it fix it!' I go into panic attack at the least blip. I’m writing this in word so that I can copy and paste it when I can get my blog up. I’m out today with friends to the Italian for lunch. 'No wine it makes me go to sleep in the daytime!'
I was always awkward even at my birth; came as a breech baby and eighty years ago there was nothing for it but to suffer. My mother never forgave me! Seems I’ve been an awkward kid ever since. One of my men friends always said, ‘You are an accident looking for somewhere to happen.’ The only good thing that has come out of my misfortunes are, I’ve become a tough old broad.
As I said before April started off as quite a nice month, there were all the celebrations for the Queens 90th birthday. I’m a proud Brit! We also had our wonderful 40 mile walk from Keswick to Barrow, another great happening. Well over 2,000, people walk it every age, and both men and women. They raise hundreds of thousands of pounds for charity. The walk is in all weathers and they walk over hills, dales, and some make it in less than four hours. Others much longer it takes until midnight for some and the start from Keswick is six am. In bad weather people often land up having hypothermia. There is a lot more to it and I could go on, some of you will have read this before. Sorry if I have bored you. But and it’s a big but, because we are the North West, the main Media doesn’t even acknowledge it. All their efforts have never been mentioned on the main news, only on the North West. Think i'ts time to give up complaining as you have heard this too many times.
As I said before it was my 80th on May 2nd I was looking forward to it. I love cooking for a group, not for one or two. So on Sunday I did a huge shop, I counted on feeding around thirty friends. I started cooking Sunday afternoon and my gas boiler decided to go moody on me. It kept turning off, can you imagine all the washing up I had to do and no hot water. I must have boiled a dozen kettles of water, it had been a lovely day. Well I was up quite early on the Monday and it was really miserable, windy, dull and cold all morning. The central heating heating kept going off. My place is tiny and had hoped we could use the outside space if I had to. Anyway, I said a little prayer and asked whoever was up there to help me out. By 2pm the wind had dropped and is was so sunny I had to open all my windows. My first guests turned up by 2-20pm. I said a big thank you. No my hot water didn't come back on, but I was pleased because one out of two requests to my friend up there was enough. Then later on friends popped into the kitchen and did some washing up as needed.
I had what must have been the best birthday ever in my life. My friends had brought so many lovely presents I was overcome. Then they presented me with a certificate for a Glider lesson that they had all contributed to. I was overcome again! I live almost next to our private airfield and watch the gliders, never expected to have the opportunity to be able to go in one. My eye and hands have stopped me going up yet as the beautiful views would be wasted if I couldn't see, and as we have to wear a parachute I guess I need my hands to work properly. If the pilot knew me he wouldn't take me, I've had a few close encounters when I've flown. The girls I worked with used to say they would never fly with me, but that's another story. Had to change my computer server, as it wasn't a fault of mine when I couldn't get Weebly. It made me feel a bit better. I have word 10 now and that's a bit much for me, it tells me to do things I have no idea why. I can't find my spell check anywhere, so that's my excuse for any that are on here now. Also can't find word count, so I hope I haven't bored you to death. I haven't mentioned Brexit, either, sure you all have your own ideas.
Thank you for looking for me, I thought I would have lost you all after such a long break. Normal stories will resume, next time.
Take care all and be happy friends.