I love autumn. There is just something about the changing colours that brings me joy. It also helps that it’s not boiling hot and I am able to walk around and not sweat the minute I walk out in the morning. I’m all for that sweater weather – the autumn aesthetic. Not to mention coffee, crisp mornings, long nights.(more…)
It’s the school holidays – the summer break – which means I have nearly a whole six weeks to do so many things. Of course, one of my main priorities is relaxing and taking some time for myself as teaching is rather draining. But, as my friends have reminded me time and time again – I’m not good at relaxing. Call me an active relaxer. Why am I this way? Who knows – it could be due to my anxiety which is tied in with my A type personality which is tied with the desire to be productive. It’s a knot of Gordian proportions.(more…)
I struggle to make time for the things I truly enjoy. Aside from travelling overseas to San Diego for Comic Con, I often find myself making excuses for avoiding activities that I used to really enjoy. Two activities that fall into this category are:
These are two things that I used to pursue on a daily basis. I would gobble up literature and go through reams of paper drawing and doodling. Now, unless I force myself to sit down and read or draw, I don’t do anywhere near the amount I used to.
…regular blogging. I get all excited and then I forget things and then this happens… Then again, I’m not that good at being regular… well that could be TMI.
In order to motivate myself to write more and take more time for me I actually paid for a domain name and everything…now that I’ve actually invested money in blogging maybe I’ll actually do something with it. I mean, I have been blogging on and off for the last fifteen plus years so I may as well try to make it more official. Or at least make myself feel a little bit guilty about putting money into something and then leaving it to collect dust.
The next thing is to figure out what I really want to do with this blog. If you click on the about page you’ll see that I’ve made a separate blog for my teaching. Partially because I want something else that I can write about than just teaching. I mean, I love teaching but I am more than just a teacher. I need a proper outlet for my geeky endeavours, right?
So, I am toying around with a few ideas. Some along the lines of more reviews – films, novels, shows etc.
I want to have more of my Five Things lists as well.
If there are any other things that you would like me to write about let me know.
In the meantime you’ll notice that the layout will be changing over the next few weeks while I figure out how I want my blog to look. I’m just fussy – I’ve already spent most of this afternoon fart assing around with the layout and I’m still not happy.
To tide you over here is a quick list of my current obsessions… (more…)
I have a bucket list. In fact, I have several bucket lists scattered around on bits of papers and in half written journals. Doesn’t everyone?
For the longest time my bucket list was pretty average. Go travelling, write a novel (I’m working on it) learn how to do a handstand (still working on that one as well) and fall in love (how freaking cliched…right? ahem … right? Still haven’t fallen in love so…). From all accounts it looked like my bucket list was just a random list of ideas…but, this weekend, I knocked something off my bucket list.
I did an adventure race.
Admittedly 2016 has not been a good year for me. There have been highlights – most notably San Diego Comic Con – which was so awesome. There are words but none of them are intelligible at this present moment.
But, generally, 2016 has been a ‘suckfest’ in numerous senses. I guess the gallbladder thing takes the cake and I’m still dealing with all that. You’d be surprised at what foods seem to hate me at present. (For those of you who can eat anything after your surgery I’m actually glad and happy for you. Unfortunately, some food goes through me faster than … well I’ll let you finish that off.) It’s been 17 weeks since the surgery and I’ve done a lot of traveling and teaching and thinking. Maybe a little too much in the way of thinking but that’s me.
Anyway, it’s October (seriously, where the hell did the year go) and now it’s heading into Spring (which soon means summer holidays but who’s counting anyway?)
So I was going to regularly update this blog but, unfortunately, my gallbladder had other ideas.
On Good Friday, when I had a glorious long weekend spread out in front of me, a mysterious pain started in. At the time I thought it was just indigestion but the pain steadily worsened until I decided that I should probably get it checked out. I drive myself to the ED (Emergency Department) and wait to see the on call doctor.
By this time I’m having chest pains and lower back pains and I’m feeling bouts of nausea – so a great way to spend my Monday off. (Yes I’d had the pain for nearly four days before going to check it out…I’m strange like that…)
The doctor looks at me and takes some vitals and suggests gallstones which means I have to go back to ED and get semi admitted so they can administer pain relief that’s a little stronger than panadol. I get a few needles shoved in and then get some blood taken followed by tramadol and buscapan (excuse spelling…) plus a tonne of paracetamol and ibuprofen. Then I get sent home and told to keep on a low fat diet. (Which is fun considering I’m also gluten free due to IBS … all the stomach problems.)
I am told to make an appointment with my regular doctor to get a surgical appointment as well.
Tuesday is also a day off for teachers due to where Easter fell so I’m resting (or trying to because the pain hasn’t gotten any better) when I get the call to go for an ultrasound which also means that I’m not allowed to eat for a few hours.
The ultrasound confirms gallstones and I have to go back to ED (though I’m not sure why) where I get given a prescription for a range of painkillers on top of the range I already have and am told just to manage it until I can see my doctor. By this time it’s five in the afternoon and I haven’t been able to eat since nine that morning. I’m tired, cranky, in pain and a little scared because the pain hasn’t gotten better, in fact, it’s gotten steadily worse.
I call in my relief for Wednesday because I know I won’t be able to function at school like this and manage to get an appointment almost first thing on Wednesday morning. By this time the pain really hasn’t subsided and I’m unable to get comfortable but I also don’t want to bother people. My doctor (who is freaking amazing by the way!) takes one look and basically sends off for a surgical referral and then tells me to ignore the second prescription and gives me one to help with the nausea I get with tramadol and send me home. She does tell me if I feel worse to go straight back to the ED.
Cue ten o’clock on the Wednesday night where I’ve tried to go to bed. The pain is really bad and I take my dose of tramadol and the anti nausea. It is over an hour later that I realise I’ve been crying for at least half that time. I can’t lie down and I can’t sit up so I start pacing and focusing on my breathing. I also decide to take some ibuprofen and paracetamol as well.
Cue 1.45am and I am still in pain and still crying. I realise that this isn’t right and I drive myself to the ED. (I could have woken my border but didn’t want to disturb her.) Mind you I’m crying the entire way because I’m in pain and I’m angry at myself for being in pain.
I get into the ED and I am crying and apologising for being a pain and disturbing them in the middle of the night. (I know…I’m a numpty). They admit me straight away and then have to deal with an emergency before being able to get me some concentrated pain relief. Then I was admitted to the surgical ward.
Basically I spend the next couple of days in hospital on saline and IV antibiotics. Then released. I’m still in a little bit of pain but no where near as bad as it was on the Wednesday/Thursday.
I then go back to school for the final two weeks before the April break though I kinda rushed it and ended up having to drive home early for a few days.
That happened almost a month ago and now I am waiting for the surgery date so they can remove my gallbladder. I had the appointment with the anaesthetist and will hear about the surgery very shortly. Needless to say I haven’t felt like blogging for some time due to feeling incredibly exhausted.
Now my only worry is if the surgery is in the first week back at school because I really hate writing relief…(in reality I hate missing school because I really enjoy my job…and the students I have a funny, and strange, a weird, and kind, and just great humans who are still trying to recognise their potential.)
This comic is a happy thing for me Gallbladder’s last day.