Hello much neglected blog,
I feel like I start every post with a ‘why I haven’t written anything in months’ introduction. As always, I have little excuse other than sheer laziness.
I turned 31. Although if anybody asks, I’m 29.
I took a much needed break to Liverpool and loved it so much I’m house hunting and job searching online as we speak. I took my Mum away to celebrate her (early) 60th birthday. Neither of us had ever been before and it was amazing. We started by going to Crewe to watch Crewe Alexandra v Plymouth Argyle (our team) in the opening game of the season and the lovely Alex gave Maw a wonderful halftime birthday shout out. And we won 3-0. Great day all round. Shame about Crewe but no day can be entirely perfect. Then on to Liverpool where we did everything Beatles related. I actually cried stood next to the Penny Lane road sign. And I don’t know why. I don’t even like the song. It was a week of tears because I went on to sob, violently, at the Museum of Liverpool at the John and Yoko exhibit and again, I don’t know why. John’s my 4th favourite Beatle. I wasn’t even hormonal. I was just an emotional wreck. As a lover of architecture, seeing the Royal Liver Building had me welling up. Trekked over to Port Sunlight to see a collection of Rembrandt (my favourite artist) sketches on loan from The Ashmolean and I was so moved by the sketch of him and his wife Saskia, a sketch I have read and studied so much about, that seeing it in front of my eyes, yep, you guessed it. I cried. My Mum is an incredibly patient woman. Also helps that she has a constant supply of pocket tissues in her bag. We ended the trip by going to Morecambe (again, 10/10 do not recommend) to see the statue of Eric Morecambe. My favourite. I will never get tired or bored of watching Morecambe and Wise. I almost cried. But unfortunately, we wanted to get out of Morecambe as quick as we could. So instead I sang Bring me Sunshine at the top of my lungs and got straight back in the car and on my way to civilisation.
I wanted to hate Liverpool, what with being terribly Southern, but I couldn’t. Between us we couldn’t fault a single thing. It was great, it was beautiful and the people went out of their way to help us (Mother has very visible mobility issues. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree). Woman had a great time away which is all I could ask for. It wasn’t quite the 60th birthday in St Petersburg she had suggested (she was very easily influenced watching the World Cup in Russia), but there’s always next year for that.
House hunting has gone up a notch anyway as I prepare to say goodbye to the flat. 11 years is too long in Aberdeen. I’ve had enough. I’d had enough after a week. I’ve done well to last this long. Until recently it’s always been Edinburgh that the search has focused on, but I don’t think the budget will stretch to buying what I want….Liverpool however….watch this space.
I received the date for my second foot operation (30th August) which can’t come soon enough. This does mean that I have now stopped injecting cosentyx and my knees are already screaming out in pain. No inflammation so far, so I’ll keep my good fingers crossed that it remains that way. I’m in two minds about starting again due to the crazy weight gain that is continuing to occur. I started my cosentyx journey almost 3 stone lighter than I am now. And it shows. And I feel it. And it’s 100% down to the injections. Will discuss with my rheumatologist at my annual review in a few weeks time. Otherwise all is ok. ‘New toes’ feel quite achy but generally feel ok. Did I ever write about the fact I broke one of them? I forget. Good times. It’s more general aches and pains that I feel of late. I guess this is what comes with old age, what with being *29* and all.
Having said that, my fingernails are riddled with psoriasis again, and have been for a while, and I always find my nails to be an indicator of my arthritis in general. Bad nails = bad arthritis. I’m out of ideas with what to do with them. I keep them super short, I gently buffer away the ridges, but still they get worse. Even when the nails are super short it doesn’t stop the psoriasis from destroying what little is left. Any ideas? My GP won’t refer me to have them permanently removed (believe me, I have BEGGED) unless it comes to that last resort. But I’m fed up of them. HELP ME.
I got a new phone which I still have little idea how to use so for every message I’ve potential deleted without replying, or which didn’t transfer over, my sincerest apologies.
Molly cat had to have 4 teeth removed and was a very brave girl. But apparently so sassy she ripped out her IV drip within 10 mins of coming round. That’s my girl.
Been absolutely stressed to the max with a lot of life happening at once. I can’t wait for 2019 to be over so I can start 2020 afresh. And just when I thought I couldn’t get any more stressed or flustered, I’ve been called for jury duty. Exactly 6 weeks after my op. Pin pull and sheriff court. What a time to be alive.
Work is still mind numbingly dull and unfulfilling but I’m yet to work out what I want to do (or can do) instead. Although it’s debateable just how well I can do my current job anyway. I feel like my brain is wasting away in this office. In this job. In this industry. If you have a job for me, send it my way. I make a very good cup of tea.
I’ve read 40 books already this year. Another sign I should get some friends.
I passed my second year of Open University. Just. Heavy, heavvvvy emphasis on the just part with relation to the exam. Not my finest moment. However, I passed politics as a whole strongly and am now onwards to philosophy. Much excite.
After 13 years since I turned my back on it (long story, it involved me passing my driving test and buying £20 of pick n mix from Woolies to celebrate, very retro) I’m making the transition back to being vegetarian. I hate waste, so I don’t want to chuck the meaty food I already have, hence it’s a transition, but it means what I’m buying going forward is veggie.
I’ve stopped wearing make up because my skin has been in terrible condition and I *finally* feel a little bit more like myself in general. I’ve started to wear clothes that feel a bit more me. Dodgy outfits as documented on my Instagram. And if you don’t follow me, why not? I’m very funny. Today I look rarther fetching at work in a pair of black polka dot joggers and a grey nasa hoody. I haven’t showered or brushed my hair. It’s a strong lewk. I dyed my hair purple but because I am the worst at anything to do with hair care it became ginger due to the bleach pretty quickly. But. I discovered toner. And it’s now a purple auburn. And I aint mad at it. I look less pale if noting else. It’s a slow process, and I’m still trying to get my head around being 2 dress sizes bigger than I’m used to, but I feel…better. A lot of the dress size expansion should be attributed to the fact that for the first time in my entre adult life I have boobs. And not just boobs but massive ones. I’m not a fan. I miss living life like every day was pancake day.
If there is one thing I’m not very good at, and I hate myself for it, is that I’m not very good at maintaining friendships. I am by nature a pretty solitary person, I like being alone and I like my own company, and I tend to want to be by myself than be with other people. Even my favourite people. It’s not personal, it never has been, I just can’t explain it. A born introvert (hard to believe, but true) I was probably the only teenager growing up who’s mother WISHED they would go out all night. Just go out Becks. Get out the house. Go out all night. JUST GO OUT. But I have tried very hard (well, maybe not very hard) to try and spend time with my friends. This year I’ve had my two best pals from Uni come to stay and I hope they’ll be back soon. Friends round for cuppas. I’ve even made friends at work. This is a big deal. I am reminded of the expression that best friends are like stars, you don’t always see them but you know they’re always there. And it reminds me that I have out there, in this big wide world, a select group of people, one in particular and she knows who she is <3,who I love more than life. I don’t see her often. We don’t speak often. But we don’t need to. Because it goes deeper than friendship. So I’m going to keep working on myself and working on keeping these priceless friendships going.
Man, that got slushy quite fast.
And other than that, things are much the same as they ever were.
Still always debating whether or not to continue with the blog. Given how life is less arthritis-y and medication-y it seems a bit….futile? I don’t know.
I disabled my facebook page for a while, which was great, only it meant I disabled the blog facebook page as well. Does anyone know if I can keep the blog part and not the personal part? It’s such a life zapping pointless app to me now. Says she, who loves Instagram. Nobody is perfect ok.
And that, ladies and gentlemen is a wrap. I make zero promises about another blog post any time soon but I will try and document my foot surgery a bit better than I did last time. 2 weeks today.